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For the
B.yS Girls
THE LOST HALF HOUR,.
"Mother says I may stay a whole
1 our l" announced Patty as she rao
into Rachael's yard.
"0 goody!" Rachel dropped a pail-
ful of sand and ran to hug her little
friend.
"We'd better go in and look at the
clock now," said Patty, who was Just
learning, to tell time., "because mother
told me to be sure to find out when it
was tithe to go home."
The two little girls raced into the
front hall, where the tall old grand-
father clock stood, ticking its slow
"tick --tock."
• "Why," said Patty, "it looks as if
half my hour were gone already!"
Sure enough, although it had_ been
two o'clock when Patty came over, the
big hands of the clock pointed to half
past two.
"That's all right," answered Rachel.
"Daddy says that clock is half an
hour fast; so your hour won't really
be up till It says an hour and a half
from now."
Patty tried to figure that out, but
it was a little too hard for her. Still
it sounded all right, and so she nod-
ded her head and ran outdoors to play
in the sand pile.
Rachel had a big pile of fine clean
sand and many shining white clam-
shells that she had brought home
from the beach the summer before.
To -day she was dyeing the sand al
sorts of beautiful colors. She bad
some. Easter -egg dyes that she had
found on a cupboard shelf—yellow,
green and violet, blue and red.
"Let's play candy store!" said Pat-
ty, her eyes sparkling with pleasure.
"Let's make sand candy and put the
different colored lumps of sand in the
ehell''dishes and play we're selling
candy to all the children."
Rachel was delighted at the idea.
"But first we must make the candy,"
she said. "Let's play that the pink
sand is peppermint and the green is
wintergreen. We can make mud pies
for chocolate."
.The little girls went busily to work.
They put a drop of color on. a clam-
shell full of sand and then mixed and
patted it carefully. By accident a
little red got into the yellow sand
and made it so pretty that the girls
decided to call it orange candy.
They had such a good time and
were so busy that neither one noticed
how fast the time was going until
suddenly Patty jumped to her feet
and brushed the blue sand from her
little hands. "My hour must be up!"
she said. "Let's go and look at the
clock."
They ran back into the hall. "Your
hour is just up," said Rachel. "This
clock says an hour and a half, but
you know it's half an hour fast. 0
dear, I wish you didn't have to go; we
were just ready to sell our candy."
Now about that time Patty's Uncle
George had come in his big automo-
bile to surprise Patty and her mother
and to take them for a long ride,
"Where's Patty?" he asked.
Mother looked at the clock. "Why,"
she said, "Patty ought to have been
home :from Rachel's half an hour ago.
I wonder what's the matter? She is
always so good about coming home
when her time's up."
Just then the front door opened and
in came Patty.
"Where have you been?" her moth-
er asked.
"Just over to Rachel's," answered
Patty.
"But, Patty," said her mother, "I
said you could play with Rachel an
hour, and you stayed an hour and a
half. I don't know whether a little
girl that doesn't mind her mother
should go riding with Uncle George
or not
"Patty's eyes began to fill with
tears of disappointment. "But, moth-
er," she explained, "Rachel's daddy
says their clock is half an hour fast.
So don't you see, when it says an
hour and a half it really means an
hour."
Mother looked into Patty's sober lit-
tle face and saw that she meant what
she said.
"It's all right, dear," she answered
with a smile. "Mother sees that you
thought you were minding. But lis-
ten to me, Patty; even. if a clock is
fast, an hour is an hour all the same.
W}ll you remember that?"
"I will, mother, I will." Patty's
face brightened, but she still looked
puzzled. "I wonder what became of,
that extra half hour?"
"It got lost, I guess!" laughed'
Uncle George as he swung Patty up
on his broad shoulder. "Now suppose I
we go riding.'—Marjorie S. Rose, in
Youth's Companion.
I.
A Soldier's Summons
to Death.
By Victor Cyrill
' killed a week later while taking his i
daily bath under the enemy's fire; and'
also Miss Plunkett, who had succeed -I
ed the lamented Willy Frush, killed at
Ladysmith, as correspondent of one of
the London don newspapers.
"It was during the Boer War, in
which I served as a major in the Col-
ville division," said John Boxley, with
a little frown, as if it gave him small
satisfaction to tell us the story. "We
were marching in Bloemfontein, pur-
suing the army of General Cronje,
who had succeeded in reaching the
cover of some mountains.
"A commando, about four hundred
and fifty strong, barred our way. The
flag of the two republics floated in
bravado on the summit of the plateau
opposite our position. Climbing a
kopje I thought 1 could see through
my field glass a thin smoke rising
from the dry bed of a stream which
ran down the slope toward us. I knew
that. Boers were in the habit of
sheltering themselves in these river
beds, called dougas, which they used as
natural trenches and from which they !
developed their fire with terrible ef-
ficiency. I wondered if this donga was
not equipped with excellent Mousers
and with equally excellent machine
guns, and if we were not going to fall '
into another of those traps with which
we had already had various unfortun-
ate experiences.
"Hardly an hour after I had made
myreconnaissance a young Beer offi-
cer, who was also scouting, was cap
Lured by our advanced posts. My first
care was to question him. But our
tent, pole was as communicative as he,
I did not insist.I was in the presence
of one of those children of the veldt
who had answered their country's call
with a rifleanda pocket Bible,from
which they were never separated, and
who knew no other. duly than to fight
and pray.
"It must be admitted that, in :spite'
of their damnable ambushes, the
'Boers were chivalrous.` So. in order
to prove that we were no less so, I al-
lowed the prisoner to retain his re -
Volvos and invited him to take tea with
us later, in our' tent.
"Some other clhcere were there,
anionsanionsons them 13ob. Parker, wbo was
ISOUE No. 20—'24,
"The evening was close and the sky
was irradiated with lightning flashes.1
The guns on both sides began to fire.;
We recognized by the sound alI the'
Boer pieces, which we had nicknamed.!
Bob Parker had furnished the nick-
names. This one, with a lash and a'.
whish, was Susan Silence, The deep-:
voiced one with the long reverbera-'
tion was Billy Bou11i, The Boer off] -1
cer smiled tranquilly at these pleas-
antries. Our own naval guns answer-
ed. Then the duel ended. We could
hear in the silence only the buzzing of
the mosquitoes.
" 'Do you play bridge?' Miss Pion-
kett asked our guest,
" 'Your countrymen taught me
bridge in Pretoria,' he answered, 'for
I have nut always lived in the veldt.
But I play- very poorly.'
"'Don't worry,' 1 said to him. 'We
will not ruin you. We play for only a
shilling a hundred points:
"We played for an hour and be lost
steadily. I almost regretted that I
had urged ]rim to join the party. Sud-
denly we saw him stiffen up, his eyes
fixed and his body tragically rigid.
" 'What is the natter?' Miss -Plum
kelt asked. 'It is your turn. to play.'
'Hush; he said in a low voice,
"The blood had left his face. And
that pallor 1n a man of his stamp, who
would not have batted an ye before a
rifle barrel, was something fearsome.
" 'Are you ill?' Mies Plunkett went
on.
" 'Listen to what I say,' he murmur
ed. 'I ant your enemy, am I not? An
implacable enemy. But, for the love
of God, if in spite of that fact you
have any .concern for my life, don't
stake a inovement, or I am a dead
man. A mamba has just coiled around
my, leg.'
`Our first Thought was to just break
our chain. But we had self-control
enough not to do so. The mamba is
the inosi. .danger+ons serpent. in all
South Africa ancl'Ilis bite is fatal. I
could not help picturing him drawing
back his head to strike with enorepre-
cision his Poisoned tangs into the
flesh of his. victim.
Some of the old originals of the Great War held their annual church -
parade in Toronto recently. Photograph shows the large banner which was
carried in front of the column in memory of their fallen comrades.
Boer was. He glared at each of us in
turn as 1f to impress us with the need
of absolute immobility. Then his eye
fell on a bottle of intik standing on
the table.
'You may perhaps save me,' he
said. 'Let one of you pour the milk
very carefully into a glass and put the
glass on the floor. Then, if God wills,
everything will go well.'
"These words came from his throat
without his lips moving, so much
afraid was he that the least muscular
movement would hasten the end by
frightening the serpent,.
We acquiesed with our eye, Miss
Rlunkett, who could reach the milk
bottle, had already filled the glass,
when, yielding to a diabolical idea, I
cried:
" 'Stop!'
"Then, addressing the Boer, I said:
" 'You want to o save your life, But
I also want to save the lives of my
men. It will be oue service for an-
other, This morning I ,saw thin smoke
rising from the donga which runs
down the plateau at a right angle to
the Madder River. Is the donga occu-
pied? Swear on the Bible to tell ane
truly whether it is or not, and I will
save you.'
"His only answer was a quiet smile.
The smile of a man who awaits an
end worthy of him and which he wel-
comes. It was splendid. Ise got up,
calmly took the glass of milk and
drank it, and then stamped on the
floor, as if he were sending out a sum-
mons to death,
"In the same second we saw him
crumple up, his face on the table."
A Mercenary Thought.
" 'The king is dead'—what's the
rest of it?"
"Collect his life insurance,"
Curious.
"My new hired man Is a queer fel-
low," asserted Farmer Mumblegate,
"He is always bragging about what he
can do and then not doing it,"
"He seems about like the ordinary
hired man," returned Farmer Flint.
"If he bragged about what he could do
and then went and done it he would
he quaint and curious enough to go in.
a side show:'
Port Said, in Egypt, gets on an av-
erage only g inches of rami, yearly.
London gete 54 inches; New York,
3 inches.
"Slow and sure" is all right if
you're quite sure you're not too slow.
Primitive Broadcasting.
Interest has always attached to
methods used throughout the ages for
the brcadeasting of news of import -
To -day, when wireless makes light
of distance, a sort of miniature system
is adopted by thePutotnayo Indians of
South America. They place twobam-
boo poles side by side op the ground,
and two others on top transversely
Messages are tapped out in a Puto-
mayan codo, and are transmitted by
the earth to the next receiving station.
In South Africa messages are sig-
nalled by means of drums made of
bark, the tappings on which can be
heard many miles away. It was by
this method that the defeat of Sir
Redvers Buller at Colenso was made
known to natives sixty miles distant.
in the space of two hours.
In the old days a fire was generally
used to give warning of a threatened
invasion. From the coast to a certain
distance inland bonfires were erected
on every hilltop. These were lit by
watchers when they observed the
warning beacons on thecoast burst
into flame. So "from hill to hill the
signal flew," and by this method the
countryside was in arms, and prepara-
tions made to resist the invader,
Why They Wouldn't Marry
In the course of a breach of promise
case a ntau confessedthat he had
avoided the marriage he had contem-
plated because he had a fondness for
a certain dish to which, ho discovered,
his prospective bride strongly object-
ed, and it was on this score that he
broke off the engagement.
A well-known man of letters once
confessed that he had consistently
shirked the ordeal of marriage be-
cause it involved what was to him a
still greater ordeal, that of proposing.
And there were at least a score 00
w -omen known to this man and his
friends who would have been only too
glad to have been led to the altar by
him! That none was destined to be
so escorted was due, simply and solely
to his rooted aversion to proposing.
An actor, famous in his day, once
declared that his reason for remain -
Mg a bachelor was that he preferred
breakfasting in absolute peace and
Quietness!
It was his custom, on rising at nine
o'clock, to have his breakfast by the
fire, instead of at the table in the us-
ual fashion. The meal was laids'eady,
and he simply helped himself, allow-
ing no one to disturb him until ten-
thirty, while he read his letters and
papers in silence.
To marry, he said, would mean the
breaking of a long-establisbed habit,
and because of this he declined to take
the step.
Crocodiles grow . quickly ,for the
first few years of their lives; then
their rate of growth slows down to
about one inch a year.
Mother9 s prescriptgon
OHNNY is taking a prescription. His careful mother
—the family. health doctor—ordered it. Her daily
ounce of prevention—Lifebuoy Soap—works wonders
in combating disease.
Every day your children touch dirty objects and cover
themselves with germ -laden dirt. Give there Lifebuoy
—the health soap.
•Lifdduoy protects
The rich creamy lather of Lifebuoy carries a wonderful health
element deep down into every pore. The skin is completely
purified, and cleansed—delightfully stimulated.
HEALTH OAP
More than Soap - a Health Habit
The odour vanishes after use,
but the protection remains.
LEVER BROTHERS LIMITED, TORONTO
Lb -4-92
The Old Pensioner's
Gift
1
The ministerofan English village
at in his vestry receiving gifts of
from the members of his
church and congregation. His minis-
try had been .searching and sound, fit
to awaken in his people the right
spirit of consecration,
The fund was mounting steadily
when one of the most prosperous' men
of the community a wealthy mer-
chant -entered the vestry. After shak-
ing hands the merchant drew his
cheque book somewhat ostentatiously
front his pocket and proceeded to
'write a cheque for fifty pounds. The
minister just glimpsed the figure as he
was turning to speak to a' newcomer,
an old -age pensioner, wrinkled and
bent with four -score years of hard toil.
Theminister greeted "him cordially.
Laboriously the old man fumbled in
his waistcoat pocket and coin by coin
put ten shillings down on the table,
"I really ought not to take this from
you, my dear friend," said the minis-.
ter, "You cannot afford it"
"But you must!" replied the old man
hi excited, quavering_ tones, "You
must, sir; I've been saving this up all
the year, and, I don't want to give to
God what costs me nothing
So the minister accepted the old
man's gift and wrote a receipt for him.
When he had finished he glanced
round for his wealthy friend. But the
man had vanished. The minister won-
dered whether the attention- that he
had given to the old pensioner had of-
fended the merchant prince. He took,
an affectionate farewell of his aged
friend and to his heart thanked God
tor such noble self-sacrifice, •
Late that afternoon his wealthy
Visitor of the morning burst into the
vestry. He shook hands with the
minister and placed- a cheque face
downwards upon the table. "Did you
see the amount of the cheque that I
wrote this morning?" he asked,
"Why, yes," replied the minister; "I
could not help seeing that it was for
fifty pounds."
"And you remember that old pen-
sioner's gift?" the man continued.
"I do, indeed," said the minister.
"Well, look at this," and the man
turned' the cheque face upwards; it
was for two hundred and fifty pounds.
"I 'felt ashamed of myself beside that
brave old boy,", said the merchant, "All
the_ afternoon I've been fightingmy
love of money, and at last I too have
decided that I must not give God what
costs me nothing,"
Later that day the minister sought
out his old pensioner friend and said
to. him: "John, do you know how much
You gave to our fund to -day?"
"Yes, sir," replied the old fellow,
"ten shillings."
"Not a bit of it," replied the minis-
ter; "your gift amounted exactly to
two hundred pounds plus ten shil-.
tinge," and he told him the story.
•
The teacher asked George to `give
the definition of a mountain. "A
mountain," recited George, "is a hill
only it is hillier than a hill."
CHE
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HE isolation and loneliness of the farm
have gone. Friends miles apart are now
neighbors. Cities once the mecca for holidays
and market days only, are now only a few
minutes away.
On the other hand, the country places, the
beauty spots of nature and the friends in the
country are now within easy reach of the
city folks.
And an bringingthis service to Canadians,
Chevroleel'-has gone beyond any other car
built. Chev`ru?pt•; offers quality, depend-
bility comfort and fuli'sq,uipment at .a price
unapproached by any other -car in
the world.
'Moreover by its low prices and easy payment
plan, Chevrolet has further enlarged the
group of those who can afford to own this
fine quality car, and bring to them the enjoy-
ments of motoring to a still greater degree.
Before you buy a car at any price, see Chev-
rolet. "Examine its fine quality thoroughly.
Ask, for a demonstration. 0-116
Ask About The G.M.A.C. Deferred Payment Plan
Or Economical Transportation.,,
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Dealers and Service Stations
Everywhere,
Cecil Talbot, of Jealandia, Sask., claims the distinction of being the
youngest trap -drummer in North America. He started "when he was three
'years old, now he is four. He is a rnember of the fatuous Talbot Family ,
I "We ;sere all as terrified as tiro Orchestra,
IT A1V'"l' E" DONE
Mei',negation'. gets us nowhere.,
Goethe says `that the devil's work is
,constant denial, ltivery day,, in alt
.wallcs of life, we nreet'those who'are
afraid' of the main'htisiness of living
and would run from it if they could.
They are looking for a valley of no
decisions through which some Prim-
rose'path of dalliance is pleasant all
the why. 'IThey would go 'where there
are lotus flowers blooming, untouched
by frost, and music sounds without a
dissonance.. -
These essygeers are the first to
raise the cry, "It can't be done." from
sheer unwillingness to rune. risk,. even
though it b0 to save a •soul." It 1s
simpler to postpone than to. decide,,'
and to -morrow is as convenient a re
pesitory as yesterday for all the things ''•
we are eager to dismiss and to forget.
Who has not belonged to drowsy
boards whose only function seethed to'
be to meet and highly resolve to do
nothing at all? In sheer impatience
with endless procrastination andheel
talion, some strong, firm soul, of push-
ing and uncomfortable initiative, rises
in place.and insists' on action. That
inconvenient restlessness 'is disturb-
ing to the others, who must adjust
their minds to the irritant idea and the
rash proposer.
But things are dons • because one
who might be comfortably acquiescent
dares to leave the smug, cozy nook
where it is warm :and sheltered and
go forth into space because his soul •
is houseless however thick the walls
about him, however close -pleated is
the thatch above his head.
He does not want to be comfortable;
Ire wauts to be used by the power that
stirs at the core of his being to leave
this world,. though by ever so little, a
more satisfactory, place -for the child•:
ren- of God than he found 'it. He likes
to: think of our little earth as not
merely a footstool for the manifest
power at the divine --a footstool to be
kicked and spurned—but a throne,
where troth and wisdom are to reign
eternally.
The universe wherein we became
members when we were born is an in-
finite suggestion of something to be
done and of the power to de -it. We
were not put here to dentui• forever
and be dubious, but to mark out a
course and adhere to it, decide at the
risk of being mistaken,- to leave the
twilight zone preferred by neutral, pal
lid spirits .and take our stand, for bet-
ter or for worse; with what we deem
to be right and believe to be true.
Crude Motor Roads Prove to
be Great Help in Africa.
Recent newspaper paragraphs des-
cribing the new equiatorfal motor road
from Nairobi, Kenya, to Mongolia, In
the Sudan, furnish another instance of
the steady and almost unnoticed open-
ing up of the Dark Continent, writes
C. Lestook'-Reid, F.R,G.S., in "The
London Daily Mail.".
Hitherto this ,journey has been a
complicated and roundabout affair
steamer up the Nile from Mongolia to
Rojafe, where the river ceases to be
navigable owing to the Foie Rapids;
then 100 miles on foot, with baggage
carried on the heads of porter, to
Nimule, at .tris .Uganda -Sudan fron-
tier; then steamer again, through a
magnificent- game country, where
great herds of elephants' still gaze as-
tounded at this strange river mon-
ster till driven off by the scream of
the siren.
Disembarking, the traveler boards
an ancient, excessively uncomfortable
lorry, which wheezes up the escarp-
ment, taking him -to 14laslndi, and next
day, if he is lucky, to Masindi Ports.
Here he finds other steamers which
take him, with a brief .railway inter-
lude, to Kisumu, on Lake Victoria,
whence the Uganda Railway will car-
ry him without further changes to Nai-
robi,
But this journey takes a.t least three
weeks, against forty-eight hours' run-
ning time by the new road. All over
Africa a similar process of accelera-
tion is going on, Besides the road
mentioned, various motor roads run
from Nairobi, fostered by that enthusi-
astic body, the Royal EastAfrica Auto-
mobile Association,
Uganda, Tanganyika. Nyassaland
and the Belgians . in. the Cngo also
haverealized the vast possiliilitfes of
can• and lorry as a means of transport
through the heart of Africa.
But these Atriean motor roads are
not the black ribbons of shining
smoothness which the term conjure
op.'s They would break the heart of
au Eng;lsh motorist in five miles.
One man an the Longido road from
Nairobi to Arusha was chased for
miles by a rhindfetos; another, in the
Congo, charged a sleesstog lion, to the '
great discbmflture of botitspgrties, and
the writer ,.once fell over a dlT1,---cp.n_,,,,...r,
and all, because the road had forgot
ten to go mi.
Doors serious obstacle is that those
rcarls'eau' only lie ascii in the dry; sea-
son, and it will take man years to
evolve a macadam which wilt with-
stand the African mine- When he
does cars will clash about nJl over
Africa and the ekl happy-go-lucky sa-
faris will vanish with other pleasant
leisured things. Commerciallyit will
be a great gain. But otherwise---?
Our doubts •ai'e traitors,
And make us lose the 'good we oft
might win,
By fearing to attempt.
• —Shakespeare.
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