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gloved hand to lie clasped between
both his own.
"How brave of you, Miss Abing-
don 1" said Harley. "Ilow wonder-
fully brave of you!"
"She's an Abingdon," came the deep
tones of Doctar McMurdoch. "She
arrived only two L>urs ago and here
she is."
BEGIN HERE TODAY.
Sir Charles Abingdon asks Paul
Barley criminal investigator, to find
out why Sir Cahrles is kept in con-
stant surveillance by persons unknown
to hint. Harley dines at the Airing -
don home, Sir Charles falls from his
chair in a dying condition. Abingdon's
last words are "Nicol Brinn" and
'Fire -Tongue." Dr. McMurdoeh pro-
nounces death due to heart failure. "There can be no rest for me, Doc-
lier•ley insists that Sir Charles was tor," teed the girl, and strove valiant -
poisoned. ly ,goes to call on -Nicol Brinn, ly to canted her voice, "until this
millionaire club man Brinn receives dreadful doubt is rontoved, Mr. Har-
Lis caller cordially but refuses to tell ley"—she turned to him appealingly
him the meaning of Fire-Tongce. —"please dont study my feelings in
Brine laughs when Harley warns him the least I can bear anything—now;
that he stands in peril of his life and just tell me what happened, Ohl I
assurer Paul that he welcomes the had to come. I felt that I had to come."
''i"r"r`°"• Doctor McMurdoch sat down on a
NOW .CO ON WITH THE STORY. chair beside the door, setting his silk
"Thule isn't any one I would ,rather hat upon the floor and clasping his
ntaseive chin wtih his hand.
"I will endeavor to do as you wish,
Miss Abingdon," said Harley, glanc-
ing anxiously al the physacian.
He began to relate what had taken
place at the first interview, when Sir
Charles ]tad told him of the menace
which he had believed to hang over
his life.
She made no comment throughout,
but her fingers alternately tightened
and relaxed their hold upon the arms
of the chair in which she was seated.
CIIAPTER VTI -
CONFESSIONS.
Paul IIarley crossed the room and
stood in front of the tall Burmese
cabinet. lie expreienced the utmost
difficulty in adopting a judicial atti-
tude toward his beautiful visitor.
"In the first place, Miss Abingdon,"
he said, speaking very deliberately,
"do you attach any particular signifi-
cance to the term 'Fire -Tongue'?"
Phil Abingdon glanced rapidly at
Doctor MeMurdoch. "None at all,
Mr. Harley," she replied,
"And Mr. Nicol Brinn? Have you
met this gentleman?"
"Never, I know that Dad had met
him and was very much interested in
him."
"H'm," muttered Harley. "And
now, Miss Abingdon, can you en-
lighten me respecting the identity of
the Oriental gentleman with whom
IIo droppe31 the analysts's report he had latterly become acquainted?"
into a wa.<,is,h.t,"t. and resumed his "Yes.
Yes. He could only have meant
restless promena: e. Onnus Khan."
There carre a ran at the door and Paul IIarley gazed steadily at the
Nis Smith, the tvei t, entered. "Mu -ss speaker for a moment. "Can you
s think of an reason whySir Charles
Phil Al -item -lee and Doctor MciirIur-1 y
drr h " s},e said. 1 should have worried about this gentle-
Almost ineei".telt' Phil Abingdon man?"an?" ho seised.
mt
came ie, )arse »tied by the sepul-
chrnl 11.eetor 3'••tiurdoch.
Phil )lid nor "•''r mourning. Har-
ley roealied th"tt there had been no
time to prey r -e it. She ryas exqui-
sitely and cense"ably dressed, and
even the Debar nr erlef could not rob
bet rb'eke of the hlnctn born of Devon
sunshine. lee ha•l expected her to be
pretty. He was surprised to find her
rarer
confide in," confessed the American.
"We are linked by, a common danger.
But"—be looked np—"I must ask you
again to he patient Give me time to
thing --to make plans. For your own
part—be cautious."
Something struck with a dull thud
upon a window pane—once—twice.
There followed a faint, sibilant sound.
Paul Harley stared and the stoical
Nicol Brinn turned rapidly and
glanced across the room.
"What vias that'?" asked Marley.
"1 expea•t it was an owl," answered
Drina, "We sometimes get them over
flout the Green Park."
His high voice sounded unemotional
as (*Ver. Rut it seemed to Paul Har-
ley that his face, dimly illuminated by
the a:pca<t light from the lamp upon
the eetfee table, had paled, had be -
5010.0 gnus:.
CHAPTER VI.
Parr.
ABINGDON ARRIVES.
On the fpllewing afternoon Paul
Harley was restlessly pacing his pri-
vete office when Innes came in with a
letter which had been delivered by
hand. Harley took it eagerly and tore
open the envelope. A look of expect-
enee fade'l from his eager face almost
in the element that it appeared there.
"No leek, Innes," he said, gloomily.
"Merton renoets that there is no trace
of any foreign body in the liquids
analvrxd,"
The girl lowered her head again.
"He paid mea lot of attention," she
finally confessed.
"So far as you are aware, then,
Miss Abingdon, Sir Charles never met
Ormuz Khan?"
"IIe mever even saw him, Mr. Har-
ley, tld.t I know of."
"Hen," mused Harley. "That's pos-
sible. ILut such was not my impres-
sion."
I o,•tor MoM-'r•lnrh stood silent in He turned again to Phil Abingdon.
the eons 'ae .)'tee nothing by way. "This Ormuz Khan, I understood you
of introder*inn Actnothing was nee to say, actually resides in or near
eseary. Ph1 Abireraon came forward London?"
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quite natal ally--a"d quite naturally isat pr esent living at the
e
Pahl Harley deseovered her little Savoy, I believe. He also has a house
somewhere outside London"
Presently Harley went down to the
street with his visitors.
"There must be so meek more you
want to know, Mr, Harley," said Phil
Abingdon. "Will you come and see
me?"
Paul Harley walked through to the
private office and, seating himself at
the big, orderly table, reached over to
a cupboard beside him and took out
a tin of smoking mixture. He began
very slowly to load his pipe, gazing
abstractedly across the room at the
tall Burmese cabinet.
Paul Harley, having lighted his
pipe, made a note on a little block:
"Cover activities of Ormuz Khan."
andq smoked reflectively for a while
then added another ppoto:
"Watch Nicol 'Brunn.';
For ten minutes or more he pat
smoking and thinking, his unseeing
gaze set upon the gleaming lacquer
of the cabinet; and presently, as he
smoked, he became aware of an abrupt
and momentary chill. His sixth ser,ee
was awake. Taking up a pereme het
added a. third note: go in?"
"Watch your), ,r, -You are in dan- "I sure will;"
DOUBLE MINT— easy to
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Keeps teeth white,
breath sweet, aids appetite
and digestion....
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the busy London life around him, d"
Paul Harley walked slowly along thea a
Strand
Quick, cafe, sure relief from
From dreams which ho recognized painful callouses on the feet.
in the moment of awakening to have Atoll drug end shoe stares
been of Phil Abingdon, he was sud-
denly aroused to the fact that Phil
Abingdon herself was present. Per-
Over a couple of thousand square
miles. Many live in teepees and the
rest in log cabins, except two Or three
who have board cabins.. Mr. L.'s house
was built by his father forty years ago
of boards sawed with a handsaw, Some
__ _ -jg_ Pic Druce,,• -(ca labor.
Ile gives .a -party .once a year after
Xmas. The Preacher was so afraid
haps, half subconsciously, lie had been
ifor Iter
look ng
Phil Abingdon was comine. from
FlOmesteading
the direction of the Savoy Hotel. Was
it possible that she had been to visiti �{�q"�
Ormuz khan? odt
wo wouldn't go that he Dame alter us.
It's hard to find the trail In the snow
and it's a perfect maze to me, but we.
r arrived at 7 p.m. and aiter a hot sup-
' per the L. children gave their school
Harley crossed the Strand and program of music, recitations, ;songs,
paused just in front of the hurrying, The AtlailtiC Monthly Has and dances. They have a big school -
black -clad figure. ,house in the back yard and the eldest
l3_scovered a New Canadian `laughter - teaobos them. After the
She: stopped suddenly; and through
the black veil which she wore he saw
hereyes grow larger—or such, was
the effect as site opened them widely.
Perhaps he misread their message.
To him Phil Abingdon's. expression
Chrol•li0lex Of Heart Inter, program the dininig room and big kit-
esting Story. then were cleared for dancing. Livery-
body
verybody was there except five and Ole
PIONEERING TO -DAY 000110110lMissioft,
Th w)iite woolen wore elderly—
was that of detected guilt. More than The Atlaetic Monthly brought Miss wives who had followed their Itus-
Roche to light, they are intermittent- bands in here, Old-fashioned, linbob-
ever ho was convinced of the •truth, ly running a series letters from Mrs. bed, and with long 3111515. But it was
of his suspicions. "Perhaps you were
looking for a cab?" he suggested,,
Overcoming her surprise, or what-
ever emotion had claimed her at the
moment of this unexpected meeting,
Phil Abingdon took Harley's out-
stretched hand and held it for a mo- Canada marks the frontier home' of
Ment before replying. "I had almost' Hilda Rose. From her Peace River
01011 have some letters enlisting our
warm sympathy in a struggle which,
through it seems almost unparalleled,.
doubtless has its counterpart in. -many
an unchronieled life. Readers will re-
member Ivirs. Rose's letters written
from bee A eelean Stump Farm whioh
m P
we published in February, March, and
April, 1927: This later correspond-
ence comes to us through the kindness
of Dr. Mary Hobart of Massachusetts.
In the earlier series Mrs. Rose and
her seventy year old'husband and nine
year old son were camping in a tent
in latitude 50 degrees. A few of the
letters are as follows:—
, Fort Vermilion, Alberta,
July 10, 1920
Dear Doctor-Ladyl—
I am now on the steamer going north
and will land very soon, so this 'twill be
a abort letter so I eau get it ready and
leave it here on the steamer to take
back to civilization. We will land at
L. Point, which is ten miles before we
come to the trading post. There is
only one white settler there and he is
on the boat. 1 -le has fifteen children
—is a very largo, fine-looking, jovial
man. His father was a missionary
andthe first white man here He has
token a great fancy to Daddy, and as
he is a very rich man his word is law
on the river. The boat was crowded
and we had no berths and night was
coming on. He called the purser
and told him to give us a good state-
room and look after Mr. Rose, as he
looked tired and needed rest. Say,
I never saw a man jump around so
"swiftly. The best stateroom was
given to us• and wo had every atten-
tion as it we were deb. Daddy was
eight days in the freight car and' was
in a dreadful state when he arrived.
1 tools him to a hotel and gave a wo-
man a dollar to carry me four palls of
water from the creek and heat two
cans of it, and then I bathed the poor
dear and put him to bed, He couldn't
even eat for exhaustion. He was
just a.helpless baby.
I'm so glad Mr. L. blas taken charge
of us. Now everything will be all
right and I've quit worrying. Boy is
the only child on the boat and is very
happy. Everybod wants him, and
from the captain, who coaxes him up
into his tower and lets him use his
telescopes, to the engineer and deck
hands, be surely has a good time,
Leaving Edmonton, the freight that
Daddy was on lost twelve cars just
behind him. They turned turtle and
Piled up on the track so that me train
was delayed eleven hours. Finally we
got going again and we had a wreck,
but our car was left standing on the
track. This was 1n a swamp and we
ware there six hours at night, and the
mosplitoes descended on urs and Boy
almost lost his mind, though I wrapped
his legs in my jacket and fanned him
constantly. Finally they rustled up
an old locomotive and a freight car
and took us to Peace River Town. It
was very crowded and the first-class
passengers were horrified when they
had to ride with us emigrants. Three
in a seat and on the floor, just as tight
as could be. No lights, and they sang
songs as we rode along, for most of
115 were happy to be going again
through the dark hills to safety.
I have no time to svelte more. The
land looks green, lovely, and lone.
some. I am a little homesick. Just
a tearful feeling.
February 9, 1927
There are just 131 civilized in here.
By "civilized" I mean speaking Eng
lisp. and, wearing clothes. Of these,
thirty -ono are white, and I can count
the white women on my fingers. The
Preacher is a mine of information and
our newspaper. He lilies us and is de-
lighted to think we are really settling
here. We sometimes talk about the
"Bonny Lassie" left in , England and
the aged mother who won't sell her
antique and cherished old furniture
and silver because she's keeping it
to move right into the. "Vicarage"
when he becomes "the Vicar" of the
little village church., He loves the
freedom here and gays he can't go
back to the narrow life of the English
vicar, The Bonny,Lassie is planning
On Getting berg this summer. Won't
that be fine$ pretty tough onthis
gentle English girl to live amongst
Indians and trappers, but I know she
tend I will be the best of friends and
she's a brick if she comes. It's a self-
imposed exile for me and will be for
her, too. Love for your mate makes
you daring, but, it has its compensa-.
tions.
• February 11, 1927
These civilized people are scattered
Ililda Rose who is homesteading in iilte coming home, so \vertu was the
the Peace River Country near Fort welcome I received from this lone-
Vermilion, .'Tlioii• editorial comment 50555 sisterhood. They held my lianas
is as follows: so long; they didn't want to lot then)
On our office map a blue star on the go, They 'were nearly all from the
white waste area of northwestern I States, Ono had .gone insane—not
very baa; you could see her mind was
shattered. Yon know it takes some
mental calibre to 0om0 in here and
live alone unci not see a white woman
more than once or twice a year. If
you haven't ,much in your head the
lonesomeness will got you. This we-
man is poor whitoctrash from the cot-
ton ]news
no-
thing
of Texas. o t
1.0
n fields. S e s
thing but work. I questioned her
about her `life bore in order to learn
what I could of the loneliness that
mattes insanity among sheep herders,
and farm women.
I see by one of your letters that you
have no conception of how far north
I am. Calgary is a large city crowded
with ears. Farther north is Edmon-
ton, also a big city. Next collies Peace
River, a small town at the end of the
railroad. It has some autos and two
wooden Hotels. Each hotel has a
bath -room in it, but yeu have to carry
your water up from the creek and
heat it on• the kitchen range if you
want to take a bath. Then I went on
a steamer that holds thirty carloads of
freight in the bottom. We went north
all the way until we came o the Great
Slave Lake Region. We got off just
this side of it in the wilderness. There
are no autes in here. There are nine
white people at Fort Vermilion, the
Governor, doctor, Mounted Pollee,
Hudson Bay man, and so forth. Get a
map and find the Great Slave Lance.
.A. little south of it—that's here. Boy
has already had two invitations from
Indians to go trapping with thein there
when he gets a bit older,
The Calgary, Edmonton, and Peace
River Town districts are settled with
farms till it Moire like a checkerboard.
Here 1s the primal wilderness. Un-
less I have the dog with me I never
dee° go out of sight of the bonse, es
S get lost so easily. Tile white set-
tler's wife and children have to climb
a tree quite frequently when picking
berries to see in what direction to go
home. As there are no roads in the
sea, so there are none here.
despaired of finding one," she said,
"and I am late already."
"The porter at the Savoy would
get you one."
"I have tried there and got tired
of waiting, she answered quite simply.
For a moment Ilarley's suspicions
1 observing
er
were almost dispelled, and o in
s v g
an empty cab approaching, he signal-
ed to th man to pull up.
"Where do you want to go to?" he
inquired, opening the door.
"I am due at Doctor McMurdoch's,"
she replied stepping in.
Paul Harley hesitated, glancing
from the speaker to the driver.
"I wonder if you have time to cone.
with me," said Phil Abingdon. "I
know the doctor wants to see you."
"I will come with pleasure," re-
plied Harley, a statement which was
no more than true.
Accordingly he gave the necessary
directim:s to the taxi man and seated
himself beside the girl in the sub.
"I am awfully glad of an oppor-
tunity of a chat with you, Mr. Har-
ley," said Phil Abingdon. "The last
few days have seemed like one long
nightmare to mel" She sighed pa-
thetically. "Surely Doctor McMur-
doeh is right, and all the horrible
doubts which troubled us were idle
ones, after all?"
Now, Paul Harley had determined
since the girl was unacquainted with
Nicol Brinn, to conceal from her all
that he had learned from that extra-
ordinary man.
When he replied he replied evasive-
ly; "I have absolutely no scrap of
evidence, Miss Abingdon, pointing t0
foul play. The circumstances were
Peculiar, of couree, but I have every
confidence in Doctor McMurdech's
efficiency. Since he is satisfied, it
would be mere impertinence on my
part to question his verdict."
(To be continued.)
Military Defence Contribution
Singapore Free Press: Hon. Mr.
Bagnall has raised the question of
the Military Contribution in Legis-
lative Council. If we confess that :it
was a little unexpected we admit that
it was timely because it is very desir-
able that a careful watch should be
maintained just now in this matter.
The reasons for this are, in the first
place the Home Government is con-
scious that its expenses on defence
generally—not military alone—are
beginning to take shape as far as
Singapore is concerned; in the sec-
ond place, the home taxpayer is carry-
ing
arrying extraordinarily heavy burdens,
and in the third place the Home Gov-
ernment has realized that this part
of the world has put up some notable
SUMS of money in connection with Im-
perial defence and may therefore
reasonably be suspected of being cap-
able of putting up more.
Ballads
Letty Stack in the English Review:
The old Scottish ballads, which con-
tain 501110 of the most delightful
poetry in our literature, are not so
widely known among us as they
should be. They can be read and en-
joyed equally by those who know much
or little or nothing at all about ballad
history, that •vast and complex sub-
ject which scholars have found so fas-
cinating, and which has been the
source of such endless controversy and
conjecture. To a certain extent all
ballads are alike in form and style,
and .,everybody knows in a general
way how they are told.
Would Do It Anyhow,
"Will you -keep an eye on me if I
ger.,
Dividing . one's happiness usua
CHAPTER VIII. multiplies it.
A WREATH 01' FIYAOINTBS
Deep in reflection and oblivious of Minard's hinime
•
for Toothache.
ly
May 31, 1927
Boy and I went hunting yesterday
together for the first time Ibis year.
He got four ducks, each time he shot
getting his ,bird. Tho fifth time he
shot he killed his duck, but she floated
out of reach and the water was too
deep for him to wade in after her. He
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never seen one. In the muskegs T Presentrise tio
The Hera n
there are•inoese, but except in winter C'loudesl Brereton in the Con -
they are impassable. Banda of large temporary Review; Lilco the poor, the
wolves feed on them. lt.'s snrh a big, present generation rine always withwild country ---big lakes, rivers, and tis, and just as opinions 'of the poor
muskegs; no trails and no people, vary (tuna ilia Teunysanian dictum
Less than'two human beings to each
of regarding thin as heel in the lump
thousand square miles, and that means to the soapoox orator's cliche of their
Indians, too. I won't admit out being a sort of exclusive and inex-
loud that len lonesome, but? it's a houstible reservoir of all the nation's
Robinson Crusoe existence. Like b o virtues, so have the opinions of the
Mg alive yet buried. Books will save
my reason, and letters, Trappers tell youngo generation, .especially n -.their
me no white woman. from the outside
formative years, been equally rh.-.r se.
ono e
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Sincerely yours,
Hilda Rose,
So runs this epic of our Frontier.
Can not some of our readers mall a
few books or some magazines to Mrs.
Rose, Fort Vermilion, N,W.T., to help'
her in her task of making a home in
far west. Surely li is not much --_ _ i- lerners, and Governors -General, con.
to do end would be everlastingly aP „ ; trust the close, and. intimate kneel-
Au old 'carter iia a ac ottislr n ri;aga edge a•rel unabated keenness of our ar
predated, had a rano fund of eloquence. Ono Royal Family in everything that e..oti-
Be sure there is sufficient postage on day 1am10 Was driving a cart leaded owns the Overseas Empire with the
anything you send. Do it now. with sand up a steep bill, when 20111e
mischievousb seeing their
upper-
The Child's Joy/
in Poetry
Someone has told us that poetry
and obildren belong together because
they are the two loveliest. things in
the world, How aro wo going to bring
them still closer? How are we going
to open wide and .still wider
The wee small door
When someone comes knocking?
Those of us who have the gift of l
play, who love to do what children do, '
who feel and see and live with them,
know that children are just naturally
happy, joyous and playful.
Even with. their interests seeming.
ly confined to the nursery,. to the
playroom, or to the fence' about the
garden, their capacity for enjoyment
is often greater than ours, for theirs
is natural and sincere, free from any'
prejudice or unfortunate trainlug%
They are capable of thinking, feeling,
acting their poetry.
It is hard for the. child to under- )•
stand the coldly technical angle of
our educational training' that seems'
to rob him"of so much joy. It be
hard. for hint to undesrtalul the
mother' and the teacher who insist
on getting at the exact meaning of
the printed page, divulging the fact
of the message, when he so much pre -
fors that everything be not explained. ''-
"In the unexplained lies his greatest
pleasure."
Do the children not have their own A.
choices, their own tastes, their own
friends among the poets? Have you•
watched' your littto child clamor for
Mother Goose, dear old Mother Goose,
Whose every line sparkles with quaint
and queer imaginings~Whose rhymes
are as fine as any we can cher to
.our children? Have you seen them
beg for mere and more of
that other child, far, far away
that in another garden plays
that little child that Stevonson pic-
tures to us so sympathetically, his
small horizon, his tiny exquisite el:-
Sects of fancy, his clover trees and
rainpool seas? •
And have yon quite reoeutly heard
;our children laugh and chuckle with
old Jim Jay, or live again witlady
the
1111 lady wio went. blackberry picking,
'halfway over from weep to wick -
Ing"? Yes, the waeasmall cies) has
emend. Oar children are reliving the
dance, re -discovering the folic lore, r„?..enter;nb the poetry kingdom. They
are learning to oxnress themselvc0, 'o
"pull out" of thei
their self-conscious c.s_!,
1P
and to weave their own dreams, their
own tines, their own asp!ratio, their
very selves into patte:•ns of beauty.
Wo are living in a new era of charm
and joy through our contemporary
poets. Robert Frost, Vachel Lindsay,
Carl Saedburg, A1nY Lowell, 11110.1 St.
Vincent :lulls Sara Teasdale ant
.t11 the rest, have given to us a new
solace, a sweet nectar to sip, have
taken ne ail into the land of "choice y
colors and stories."
And the librarians, bless (hem!—
nave peeped right over the adult world
straight into the 11eert0 of the chil-
dren. They have brought to the lib-
raries tho poetry written not about
children, but for children, They are
helping the childroi to look for that
something in poetry that they look
in music or in beautiful friend -
allies.
IVs have let the children in --their
sinuses, their desires, their tastes are
ail considered, We allow them to
nuke woe small poems of their own,
to close their eyes and see and form
their own pictures, to travel afar "up
e hill and a hill" and back again—
for titin is their 1 h'thright—"Tho word
with all its grace of meaning and
melody is the heritage of all of the
children of men."
An Absent -Minded Pianist
Sapellnilcoff, the famous Russieul
Pianist, is a curiously absent-minded
malt, and at times this trait is tho
cause' of queer contretemps. But his
most amusing effort in this direction
happened a year or two ago. He was
leaving his home one morning to
motor into the country for a Concert,.
Seated In the car, and on the point of
starling. Sepcllnikuff, suddenly: chis. -�
Coteau; he had run out of his favor.
Ito branch of cigarettes, ran back ince
tho hotel to see if he could procure
some. Tie came out in a few miuutoe
with a lone in one hand and half a
01.05711, which lio intended to give t0
the boots ,in the other. As he got in.
to the ear and shut the door, he panel•
ad rho box of cigarettes lie had just
bought to the boots, and drove . off, Y
1111111y clutching the halt' -crown, never
potential criminal, and nothing; bit. l otieiag what ho had clone until his
friend by his side offered him a
match.
—
the right environment on quarantine
lines can prevent his evil uturo com-
ing out. At the other- extreme we
have had the Rousseau dogma that
ho is born good, and that anything'
that goes wrong with him is the fault
of his environment.
Royal Vigilance
National Review: We have fi'e,
queetly heard returning Colonial Gov-
relative
ov
relative ignorance and seeming indif-
boys, se rnF o r
foaenco of most party politicians who
:tunny, knocked the tail -board out of ate so precocup.ied and overwhelmed
the cart, and then, taking a short a, by their common Lase ankh daily round
reached the top.ofthe hill to hear that they have neither time, energy,
what Jamie would say when he me nee inclination to apply themselves
rived there, When the cart gc,t to the to Imperial matte's. In truth, the
top, Jamie throw rein, filled his pipe, British Empire would be nowhere but
'and then sauntered round to see that fon the Grown and the unremitting
everything was lin order. Alien he solicitude of the'' Sovereign and the
taken place, his )ryes passed trona the 1 Royal Fafnaly for oar feliol,-eaceecte
empty cart1 11 t o ie expectant children. , r
got to the back, and saw what had
Not Another Drop. b11 ahead and all their cone ince,
"1 guess that stage hand has sworn "Run awa' home, laddles," he said,
off,' I"Run awe' Name. I'm na equal to the , Phyllis -"I'll give Peeg:nidi credit
How so?" lnccaelOO." fou getting me a nice engagement
"I heard him say he intended never1
o touch a drop again,
Itiinard's Glnlmont for Astlitne.
ring." Dore—".I uodeeetand that
what. (,'bit jeweller d11f, ager