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A. novelist, seeking nocturnal venture, loafs one night upon a be ▪ Ii Hyde Park, London Coming WAX LADY his share of the job you did to -night; ad- be says you have both figures in your be i ward hhn lw sees a little man carry • 1 a huge cued:0 on his shoulder. erVictoria (;ate the man is challen A by a policeman, curious to knew contents of the buudle. .1t fhst the little pian is inipud but finalle tells the policeman he is 'his way to his barber shop in Act In the sac: he has a wax figure of woman, . Out of curiosity the novelist folic '• the mar: to ;earn whether he is cut>' irk, the teeth. When the man can into a d:ruction of polite to the ro to Actoe he challenges: him. The n I like the people who keep shops, Busy and cheerful folk with friendly faces. They handle lovely things—bulbs, seed and flowers, China and glass and gay -backed maga zines, Velvet and satin, foreign silks and laces. One keeps a stall that's good to see, Of nuts and fruit the morning sunlight dapples, With dewy green things fresh from country gardens, Tomatoes, bloomy plums and figs in baskets, Melons and pears and red or russet apples. the ironmonger charms me, too, With wholesome things of house and ground for selling, Rakes, hoes and spades, tin ware and tacks and hammers, And shining lamps that wait for kind - ]fig fingers, A pleasant place for converse, good, clean -smelling. To serve us seems their only aim, Asking our wishes, quick to crave our I And yetI know in each of these shop 62a" "s people There dwells a soul withdrawn from H �ung The shop can never know—a secret garden, with Your doctor will tell you the old-fashioned wash -day is one of woman's greatest foes. Strained backs, ugly hands, jangled nerves and short tempers—all come from the everlasting rub -rub -rubbing on the ancient washboard. The modern way is to let Rinse do the work. Change the hard work of washing to just rinsing. Simply dissolve Rinso in the wash -water, put in the clothes, soak for 2 hours or emote and just rinse. Let Rillso do your next. washing. Made by the makers of Lux. Change washing into just rinsing l.at ;.i1$ No. 36e -'•g6,. How can we guess who sees them so, Behind their counters, writing down our orders, The hidden glades of thought, the fair S surprises That lie without our reach, the blue horizons Stretching for them beyond their peaceful borders? -W. M. Letts. b Dickens's Last Letter, Denial q of Irreverence, Sells for £40. The last letter Charles Dickens ever wrote has been sold at , auction for R 40, a figure much below what was expected. The letter, dated "G•ad's Hill Place, June 8, 1870," is addressed " to John M. Makeham, who had com- plained that Dickens was thought to s' have been guilty of irreverence in h I some of his books. Dickens wrote in reply: "It would be quite inconceivable to me bet for your letter that any reason- ' able reader could possibly attach a Scriptural reference to a passage in a book of mine, reproducing a much - abused figure of speech, impressed into all sorts of inappropriate occasions, 'without the faintest connection of it with the original source. I am truly shocked to find that any reader can make the mistake. "I have always striven in my writ- ings to 'express veneration tor the life and lessons of Our Saviour, because I I ■14' feel it, and because I rewrote that his- I th � tory for my children—every one of III T III. I followed: we were becoming friendly, we two; besides, it would be weal from my point of view to discover where the other man lived. We were fortunate enough to find a taxi, which he InttDe roan prudently insister: hould drive us to the Grand Central Wien, out of which, after a moment, we emerged to turn toward the north, making for some mean streets. When we reached the place, we, found it in tomplete darkness. Only., one light urned in the window opposite; from N possession. Surely you can prove it to- by lettleg us come upstairs." tng ``,Don't 'e talk beautiful," said the �.t little man. "But that's what we want, the Jim, and we're going up." `Tin dire you're welcome," said ent the black mustache, nervously eyeing on niy bulk, "Come up and see." on. • Rather surprised by this friendly a reception, the went up to the first floor, where a so-called sitting room was oa- r cupzed merely by a table and a chair. ;nls 'Here burnt another candle. This'was flee reinforced by a fire which still burned re well in'an odd grate. Though the rst offers the man five pounds if will report with him to the police z tion. He notices that the man's fing • are stained with machine oil. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY "Guv'nor, this is a do. There's thing more to be said but to go 'o And I'�I leave this lady 'ere. I- no feelings for 'er." He raised h foot to kick the gure to pieces, but stopped him: "Don't do that. , After all, she rather pretty." "Guv'nor!" shouted the little man. "Not so loud," I said, "I got another idea. I was the fir to go. I don't think I made a nista Them other figures I told you abo was on the floor': My young woma was on the table. Didn't think of at first. Guv'nor, I' couldn't •'ave ma a mistake. There's something el G•uv'nor I got a feeling that I kno what's 'appened: when I wasn't leo ing, my mate picked up one of the figures off the floor and put it on th instead of mine just after I' done. And off I went with this 'e bargain. 'E stayed behind to clear up, as 'e said, and 'e's walked off with the whore of the swag. The—" I did not speak for a moment. This seemed quite possible. My man would not have made • a mistake such as this. He was still grumbling: "Guv'nor, he said, fees:ing:ly, "the worst about our profession is there ain't no 'onor in it. But I'll get even with 'im." "`What are you going to do?" "I'm going round to 'ave a chat with 'im. I'm going to bed now, but I'll see 'im to -morrow morning, I will." "Why wait till to -marrow morning Isn't that a bad plan? • How do y know he won't sell the stuff to -night? "Guv'nor," said the little man, don't know what your occupation is, but you're wasted in ,,it. Off I go to. Marylebone this very minute," he light was scanty, it was obvious that ta- here nothing was concealed. In a er corner stood half a doen petzrol tins, which showed that theee experienced • burglars occasionally used a car. The n little man went up to them and tapped me, them' disconsolately. This yielded no - got thing. is "Now then, Jiro," he said, "I know I you. Where 'ave you put them?" He - I nodded to the door:> "Got 'em under 's your bed, I suppose." "I assure you . ." "Oh, . . ." he nodded to me "'Ere, you, keep an eye on 'im." st The •little man trotted into what ke? must be a bedroom, while the black ut. n it de Se. w k m he d re ? au' I mustache politely took the sack off the figure and stood it on the table. He remarked to me: "Funny, sir, what strange ideas men get into their heads." I took no notice of him, for I was curious to see what was happening. I looked into the bedroom, where my companion was striking matches and swearing. Suddenly he gave a cry of excitement; I followed him into the bedroom; over the bed was a curtained shelf. He had drawn the curtain away: upon the shelf stood two waxen figures, apparently identical with the one we had brought. "Ah, the—!" exclaimed the little man, clutching at one of the figures. He came back into the sitting -room, clasping his burden, which he placed upon the table. ``Got you!":he remark- ed to the black mustache. "And you shan't palm another dud figure on me." He pressed his thumb upon the waxen forehead 'where it left a black impression. `I'�t know it now. Well, I got no time to knock your 'ead off," he remarked to the black mustached man, who was leaning negligently against the mantelpiece. "Now , . " He had no time to finish, for as he turned to his' faithless accomplice, the latter uttered a, cry, and a burst of flame carne out of the grate. I jumped back in affright, for the fire, animated by wildness, was rushing along the carpet, making for my legs and the table. "Gosh!" .cried the black mustached man. "We've got nothing to put it out. Here!" he said to me. "Quick! take it!" He shoved the figure into my arms, pushing us out. Blind with fear, as the flames by unknown causes rushed all over the room, we ran to the stairs and down. As we came out, I heard behind me the steps of the black mustached man. He was carrying something; at once he disappeared into the darkness. We ran together in panic; about a hundred yards. We should have gone' further, but the figure slipped /rem my grasp, and with a crash scattered itself in fragmente-on the pavement. The little man let out an•oath as he‘ groveled among the pieces: no gold! no dianiionds! the. figure was empty. For a moment we stood and stared at the disappointing sight, unable to understand what hard happened, Then began to' gasp: "Don't you see," I said, "the fire was only a truck to get tis out. He didn't mind it he burnt the house. It's' not his own, I suppose, While we were in the bedroom he lin- id one of those petrol tins and splash- ed it all over the floor, He laid a trail of petrol and lit it. If I hadn't gone nto the bedroom after you .. ," "Oh, what's the good of talking,". said the little man, angrily, "'E's done_ U tat what I want to know ... Why, Guv'nor! look 'ere!" He 1•:lrl,e:l T. lE t Looking over the little man, he considered me with suspicion. came the sounds of a violent uarrel. The street stank of dirt; de- caying vegetables were rotting in the gutters. While I was reflecting that the wages of crime is not necessarily opulence, my companion was pains- takingly engaged upon the be:'1 of a particularly mean -;coking and untidy ttle house of only two floors. It was not answered for a long 'time, so much o that I suggested to my friend that is accomplice was not at homy. He' sniggered at me, having cast up an eye and seen a curtain twitch. Besides, he knew what he was doing: I per- ceived a rhythm in the ringing; he made up a little tune, which I could not folow. After ten minutes the' door opened to reveal a man complete- ly dressed: I realized that here was I a prudent fellow. This man looked more gently bred. He was tall, very thin, had a large black mustache and sorrowful eyes. Looking over the. little man, he' con- l sidered pie with great suspicion. "It's all right, Jim," said the little sn, confidlenti:ally. Ile jerked his umb • toward me: "'E's all right.", ire black mustached man let us ire whom knew it from having it repeated to them long before they could read and almost as soon as they could speak; but I have never made procla- m•ation of this from the housetops." How to Foil Auto Thief. Many ears are fitted' with a battery ignition system in which the •distriub- tor arm is removable. ]3y removing this arm, the car owner makes stealing his vehie)e possible only by towing it away or by fitting another distributing ani. The arm may be- removed simp- ly by unclasping the distributor Dover to Whloh the wires are attached. .It: usually happens that there is only one way in which' this arm will at, so there need. be.no worry about replacing it. Underneath the,Embankment Oar - dens, London, is a subterranean lake containing wager 12 feet deep. I MMinafcl's Liniment r toothache, c osl:ng the door behind us. ,In the light of a single taper, he looked frightened. Abto, at once, the tone of my companion changed: "So there you are, you—swine," he remarked,' oonversationally. "You're the. who done your mate out of 'is share of the swag. I didn't think you'd yet' me in. Expect you was frightened of what I'd do to you in the morning." ! "I don't know.what you mean," said the black mustache in an educat- ed, cockney 'voice, ': I "Look at 'lm," said the little man, derisively. "Be'eld the innocent child, Mean to say, Jim, you didn't palm off an empty figure on nie while you.; 'upped it witT both of 'on? Oh, you d dirty — I've 'all a mind to do -for yott'' Jr pushed past the angry man: i "Nensenee. You don't want to hang for this, do gena?" X addressed the black mustaehe: "The position is that this man conaidlers that you've stolen zp a 1azge piece that was obviously forehead, 'There's my thumb mark." I smiled; "'No. Oo,'t you see that just before pushing the figure into myarms, the figure we brought with us, I -he empty one, he pressed his thumb where you had done on the forehead, and he palmedupon me the figure he had palmed on you before!" There was a longsilence, Then the little mansummed up: "Guv'nor, in lily profess:on you can't choose your mates as you'd like to. I'm an engine clea'•ner, I am, and no nonsense'about me. What I ought to 'airs told you,. anci,,eI'd forgot it myself, is that my :nate was a conjuror," Another story of midnight adven- ture by W. L. George, "The Poisoned Girl," will follow after this. Excelling in Cedar. That much. misunderstood but mostheroic of the prophets, Jeremiah, stalk- ed into the palace of King Jehoikim. It was a new palace, lined with cedar and decorated in vermilion, Neither Josiah, the king's illustrous father, nor David, his first ancestor, bad lived in such a house. To build it an over- taxed' people vertaxed'peopl'e had been burdened, but what was to be done about.it? Jeremiah .walked in and confronted the king and said, in substance: "You are a great king, an excellent judge of cedar; a potentate of paint and varnish. And while your brother is a hostage in Egypt and your people are trembling under the fear of inva- sion from Assyria you live here in luxury. You do not deserve the throne;- you do not deserve to he buried in the same soil with your father. His excellence was in the sim- ple qualities of justice and piety. You deserve, when you die, to be hauled. out and thrown on the dump like a dead ass." Stinging words, brave words; we wonder how Jeremiah was able to Speak them and get away alive. And this is the hero who is often remem- bered only as "the weeping prophet!" . We of this generation are excellent judges of cedar and, vermilion: Our houses have electric light and steam heat, charming furniture and decora- tions. If these things make a people great, we are great. But that which really made the generation whose. children we are was moral earnest n•ess, devotion to duty, reverence for God, and the authority of conscience. We can never afford to think lightly of these qualities, Cedar will give place to black walnut, and black walnut to quarter -cut oak, and oak to mahogany, as fashions change; but there is just one kind of honesty and righteousness. "Did not thy father ,eat and drink and do justice and righteousness?" Simple were his tastes, but he did not die a pauper; he had enough, and left an ,, honored name. That was real success- London consumes about 35 gallons of, water every day for'each one of its population. After Every Meal. It doesn't take much to keep you in trim. Nature only asks a little help. • Wrigley's, after every meal, benefits teeth, breath, appetite and digestion. - A Flavor for Every Taste— The Day is Done. 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