:
il
on
IF
YOU
COULD
SEE
HIM
TO-DAY
Biliousness
andConstipation
gone
Thanks
to
"FRUrr'AIVES"
IlooJth,
vigour,
energy
perfect
regulation
of
the
kidneys
and
bowel
BOUDd
slcop
and
good
appetite
how
they
all
re-appear
to
make
Ufa
worth
living,
as
soon
as
you
take
the
marvellous
medicine
"Fruit-a-tives,"
made
from
fruit
juices
combined
with
the
finest
medioinal
ingredients.
Mr.
J3mery
Lemay
knows
this.
Writ,
ing
from
88
St.
Famille
St.,
Montreal,
he
states,
"I
was
always
constipated
and
bilious,
whtfh
made
me
feel
tired
and
eut-of-sorU.
One
day
a
travelling
man
recommended
'Fruit-a-tives.'
You
should
see
me
to-day
in
perfect
health,
full
of
energy,
ana
the
constipation
all
gem."
This
is
fie
of
the
peat
virtues
of
"Fruit-a-tives"
its
wonderful
cleansing
powers.
It
acts
on
the
three
great
eliminating
organs,
the
bowels,
kidneys
and
skin,
'
keeping
the
body
free
of
wastifc
purifyine
the
blood,
building
up
strength
and
energy.
Try
them.
25c
Aftd
50c
a
box
at
dealcn
everywhere.
3-a
a
MssBROWN
"There
isn't
much
to
tell."
Miss
Brown
confided.
"She
and
I
have
both
the
same
dull
history.
She
was
the
daughter
of
a
small
country
doctor
and
I
was
the
daughter
of
a
struggling
lawyer.
Both
suffered
through
the
war.
dlcfl
and
left
no
money.
Frances
tried
living
with
relatives,
but
gave
it
up.
She
attempted
a
tea
shop,
but
that
became
impossible.
Now
she
has
a
small
chicken
farm,
but
I
think
that
she
Is
very
miserable.
She
Is
too
bright
and
clever
to
be
burled
A.
R.
Holtby
returned
to
the
city
7
h.tifni
-
pi
r.
yesterday
afternoon's
train
mured.
from
a
brief
trip
to
the
Interior.;
She
saw
a
niomentpry
wistful-
such
as
those
.
.
.
wouldn't
you
love
.
.
.
don't
you
cravejt
.
.
.
then,
why
don
t
you
have
it?
It
s
here
.
CLARK'S
CHICKEN
SOUP!
CLARK'S
SOUPS
KsAlade
in.
Qmada.
neS
In
his
eyes
and
sighed,
poor
ivii.
cuui,
wim
a
lauie.
uuu
a
mother
and
a
sister
to
keep
a
maltre
d'hotel
by
day
and
a
professional
dancer
by
night!
She
struggled
against
a
wave
of
melancholy.
"A
holiday,"
she
begged.
"Just
for
a
short
time
let
us
forget
every
one
who
is
unhappy
and
think
Ufiyfyful-
things."
his
smiie
was
a
nine
saa,
out
i
he
entered
Into
her
spirit.
"Tell
me
lmfteaa.
then."
he
"iust
where
you
were
brought
up?
Tell
me
under
what
sun
you
were
born
where
the
eyes
are
painted
such
a
color."
She
laughed
softly.
'That's
better,"
she
apprqved.
"All
mx
history,
all
that
has
hap
pened
to
me
up
till
last
night,
I
could
tell
you
before
we
reached
the
next
lamp-post."
Your
loves?
"I
have
had
none."
"Your
ambitions?"
"I
am
much
too
practical
to
be
a
dreamer."
she
assured
him.
He
shook
his
head.
"You
may
have
always
thought
so,"
he
said,
"but
you
were
made
for
romance,
and
I
think
that
romance
has
you
now
fairly
In
Its
grip.
You
will
live
through
wonderful
days.
Miss
Brown,
before
you
go
back
again
to
the
life
you
led
before
you
sat
upon
the
step?
of
Desslter's
house."
She
nodded
thoughtfully.
"It
was
very
damp
there,"
she
murmured,
and
tne
tog
was
terrible,
and
what
followed
terrified
isJVTOT
exactly
his
regular
face
'
--
couldn't
forgivd-any
u-any
ordin;
ordinary,
,
but
who
everyday
man
for
giving
way
to
his
feelings
when
a
plate
,
,
(
,
u
A
t
oi
steaming,
tempting
u.L.utnvs
umutEN
-1
.
SOUP
is
placed
before
him.
Plump
chickens
.
.
.
healthy
chickens
.
.
the
kind
there
used
to
be
when
the
old
open
fire
in
the
kitchen
did
all
the
cooking
.
.
a
juicy,
tender
chicken
swinging
to
and
fro
..
.
.
the
flames
eagerly
licking
around
it
...
the
gravy
oozing
out
.
.
.
A-a-a-ahl
a
soup
made
from
chickens
TOMATO
VEGETABLE
OXTAIL
CHICKEN
PEA
GREEN
PEA
MUTTON
BROTH
SCOTCH
BROTH
MOCK
TUnTLE
JULIENNE
CELERY
MULLIGATAWNY
CONSOMME
7t
mtnt
of
Cfarft't
Oitail
Eonp
Aav.
pa44
inertia
s
v
r
"Tftv
''JJsMfcl-
k
W.CLA.RK.llMlUP.
Establhhmaits
c
MONTREAL,
P.Q,
ST.
UEMI,
P.Q.,
and
HARROW.
ONT.
3
iBf
"ZIZZj
i
FOR
ECONOMY!
lilllliili
aSmmmmsa
fdlli
space-waitjng
round
bUs."
No'soldered
CillrlB
J
-nf'
a
Esssja
3S
conntctions
to
make
trouble.
Just
the
IK?'
J
9
rtfUK
rATlY
fesSft
fSv,-.
most-solid.
lont-Jived
battery
It
is
EVMii4y
ms"mt
possible
to
construct
with
weeks
or
monUis
of
extra
service
ISpeclfr
MrBjy
lTtIl0ttjC
3lBj
Sn
N"0"rt"t
I
PAGE
FOUR
r
THE
DAItT
NEWS
Friday,
Never
c:r;L
191
m
m
of
X.YO.
L
.
Phillipi
Oppcnheim
Copyright
1927
by
E.
Phillips
Oppenheim.
INSTALMENT
XIII.
"I
think
it
is
very
wonderful,"
she
declared,
"and
I
think
that
you
are
all
very
brave."
"For
one
thing,"
he
admitted
soberly,
"I
am
thankful.
We
have
kept
our
spirit.
Now,
we
shall
SDeak
no
more
of
politics.
I
would
like
you
to
tell
me
more
about
your
friend."
me
more
than
I
should
like
to
confess,
and
yet
I
suppose
you
are
right.
I
think
I
shall
be
glad
all
my
life
that
I
lost
my
way."
And
then,
without
any
warning,
the
world
with
which
Miss
Brown
was
engaged
seemed
to
drop
back
ious
districts
of
the
city,
and
dur
lng
the
afternoon
she
typed.
Once
or
twice
she
went
to
lunch
At
Foul's
restaurant,
and
'on
each
occasion
was
warmly
welcomed.
It
was
Paul
from
whom
she
gained
mush
of
her
information
as
to
the
trend
of
events,
and
one
day,
after"
long
consideration,
she
asked
him
a
question.
"Mr.
Paul."
she
said,
"you
know
about
everything.
Why
am
I
not
allowed
to
finish
the
task
I
began?
Every
day
things
throughout
the
country
seem
to
become
worse.
tne
men's
leaders
are
permitted
to
talk
the
rankest
treason,
and
we
do
nothing."
He
made
her
a
sign
of
caution
and
later
on
came
and
sat
at
her
taDie.
You
know
what
an
anarchist
Is
Miss
Brown?"
he
asked.
Mis
Brown
assented.
"I
didn't
understand
properly
uniu
quite
lately."
she
admitted
lVe
been
reading
things
up."
"An
anarchist
is
a
senseless
soulless
machine
of
death,"
Paul
declared,
"but
there
is
just
one
feature
about
him
the
death
he
dispenses
Ul
o4hers
ne
does
not
fear
himself
There
are
about
200
of
them
distributed
about
London
Abel
Deane
and
the
mora
respectable
portion
of
the
Communist
Party
give
them
the
cold
shoulder,
but
the
others
are
willing
enough
to
make
use
of
them.
They
know
very
well
the
bank
where
the
reoord
of
Desslter's
work
I?
deposited.
They
watch
It
even
now
day
and
night
I
can
only
conclude
that
the
reason
Desslter's
political
executors
don't
communicate
with
you
Is
that
they
don't
want
any
risk
of
the
book
being
destroyed
in
a
IlghU-and
there
would
be
a
fight,
II
any
one
attempted
to
fetch
it
away."
"Couldn't
It
be
taken
away
In
the
night
in
a
prison
van
or
something?"
Miss
Brown
asked.
"They
could
blow
a
prison
van
to
pieces
in
two
seconds,"
Paul
replied
"make
matchwood
of
It
Then
there's
another
trouble."
He
hesitated.
Mlss'Brown's
"blfj?1
eyes
w$ra
run
of
qusfflorAng:
Brown
pdinted
out.
"Do
you
know,
Mr
Pauh
I
believe
I
could
do
nearly
the
whole
of
the
work
the
part
of
it
that
counted,
I
mean
from
memory?
I
shouldn't
use
the
same
words,
perha
sense
or
It
all
woul
But
where
wi
he
asked.
US.
i
DUl
rr
ra
T
noro.il
;
i
MX
."t
EKTldW
do
'It
Where?",
she
resiled
1
io:
wonder-
uiRiy
.
-i
....
He
smfled.
"Don't
-you
know,"
he
asked
her.
that
no
single
movement
on
your
part
passes
unrecorded?
Those
fellows
have
rot
tabs
on
vou
mi
the
time
It
R
quite
certain
they
know
that
ou
are
dinlne
here
to
night.
One
or
two
of
them
will
es
cort
you
home,
even
though
you
may
not
realise
it.
The
sound
of
your
typewriter
In
that
little
bed-sitting
room
of
yours
would
bring
them
around
you
like
locusts
after
"Surely
uiey
could
find
some
safe
place
for
me
to
work,"
Miss
Brown
protested
with
a
little
It
is
worth
considering."
Paul
reflected.
"And
yet
one
must
think
of
this:
It
is
not
alone
the
result
pli
Desslter's
work
that
is
neededit
lc
the
documents.
It
Is
their
publication
which
Is
going
to
Noel
Frankland's
soeech
in
Mos
cow.
If
the
Government
decides.
U
1
1
'
H
hj
puutwu
uim,
iiu
uue
wuuia
ne-lieve
any
more
that
any
one
of
yet
usually
so
correct
speech,
his
deferential
air.
She
liked,
too,
the
smile
which
sometimes,
made
him
handsome.
"I
will
see
what
I
an
cdo,"
she
promised,
when
she
took
her
leave.
And
as
it
happened
on
tne
very
again
lo
pxactlv
where
it
had
been
'.
next
evening,
aulte
unexpectedly
peroral.
For
many
nays
nothing
f
ranees
appeared,
ane
maae
ner
Whatever
happened
to
disturb
the
i
usual
gay
and
somewhat
exuberant
serenity
of
her
existence.
Each
entraneybotah-was
pale
nnl-14.
morning
after
she
had
scanned
'
seemed
to
her
friend,
watching
the
personal
column
of
the
Times.
I
her
anxiously,
that
there
were
she
vialted
her
clients
In
the
var-
signs
of
trouble
In
her
face.
"Tell
me
all
the
news,
you
mys
terious
little
moth,"
she
Invited,
throwing
off
her
hat.
curling
her
self
up
on
the
bed
and
lighting
a
cigarette.
"I've
a
whole
budget,
myself."
"Nothing
has
happened
up
here,"
miss
urown
declared.
"I
nave
just
done
my
work,
gone
to
bed
at
night
and
got
up
in
the
morning.
What's
been
happening
with
you?"
"Oh,
no
end
of
things,"
Frances
declared,
nicking
the
asn
irom
the
end
of
her
cigarette
"mostly
connected
with
one
cosmopolitan
acquaintance,
Mr.
Noel
Frankland."
Miss
Brown
looked
grave.
There
was
nothing
in
her
mind
more
certain
than
the
fact
that
she
disliked
Mr.
Frankland
very
much.
"Tell
me
everything,
please,"
she
Invited.
"Well,
he
wrote
and
asked
if
he
could
motor
down
and
see
me,
so
I
invited
him
to
tea."
"Well?"
Frances
made
a
little
grimace.
Her
speech
became
slower.
She
spoke
as
though
the
subject
was
distasteful
to
her.
"He
came
twice
behaved
In
the
usual
fashion.
The
second
time
he
told
me
that
he
was
married."
"I
shouldn't
think."
Miss
Brown
said
soberly,
"that
that
would
matter
much
to
you
except
that
under
the
circumstances
he
ought
not
to
have
come
and
called
upon
you
at
all.
Do
you
really
think
that
he
is
a
nice
man,
Frances?"
"Nice?
Of
course,
he
Isn't
nice."
was
the
Impatient
rejoinder.
"I
don't
think
that
any
men
are
nice
nowadays.
He
told
me
that
he
was
married
in
one
breath
,
and
asked
me
to
motor
down
to
Hastings
with
the
next
He
suggested
Brighton
first,
but
thought
that
Hastings
might
be
quieter.
And
then
he
reminded
me
that
he
was
a
public
man
whose
movements
always
attracted
a
great
deal
of
attention."
'Beast!"
Miss
Brown
exclaimed
emphatically.
yes."
Frances
agreed.
"I
felt
like
that
exactly.
It's
a
good
word
and
yet"
I
wanted
to
go.
You
qen't
really
like
him?
I
"I
have
had
a
hint."
he,contln-Miss
BrOwh
gasped
ueo
tnouentruuy.
Tfhartne
Com-
Frances
threw
away
the
end
of
mumsts
have
a
spylaMl
Kft'
clcarette.
bank.
That
is
What
makes
'IhV'
r"I
ttilnVr
in
ft
wav
that
h'.
rto.
authorities
reluctant
to
move."
j
testable."
she
replied.
"I
under-If
they
.
dont
do
something
stand
him
better
than
he
thinks.
iOOn
it
Will
be
tOO
late."
MlSS
and
that
i
th
rnnrlinlnn
T
have
come
to.
He's
coarse
and
he's
dom
IneeringAnd
he's
almost
humorously
egotistical,
but
he
has
power.
Edith,
and
a
quaint.
Impressive
kind
of
virility.
He
makes
me
re-
thHallK
all
the
time
that
he's
a
man.
reorhe
6f
them
don't
-"I
hope
that
you're
not
going
to
ee
'him
again,"
Miss
Brown
said
anxiously:
Frankland's
Intrigues
Frances
shrugged
her
shoulders.
"I
don't
know.
When
It
comes
to
the
pinch,
you
know,
I'm
rather
finicky.
I
hate
his
ill-made
clothes,
his
braegadoclo.
his
ranting
speeches.
I
hate
all
of
them,
but
I
don't
know
whether
you
can
understand
this
he
seems
to
bring
with
him
such
an
atmosphere
of
vivid
life,
and
I'm
getting
to
hate
my
chickens.
Edith:
to
wish
I
lived
upon
a
hill
or
somewhere
else.
A
muddy
lane
and
some
buildings
with
tin
roofs
that
Is
all
I
can
see
from
mv
windows
and
rain.
It
always
rains.
There
are
always
long
patches
of
flood
In
the
meadow.
The
evenings
there
are
horrible.
I
try
to
read
I
can't.
I
think
physically
I'm
too
much
alive
to
sit
still
and
brinir
rinwn
the
atnrm
wvi-.f
tv,n.
use
my
brain
only.
I
want
some-
dorumenta
may
be
I.
alas,
do
noti.111"
,fQr
my
pyes
to
rest
upon
a
aw.
but
I
can
guess.
It
was
lflt-h
Pleasure,
music
for
my
'body
o
helped
procure
the
report
of
".move
to.
warmthwe
i
can
only
uie
party
nas
any
iaea
oi
such
a
thing
as
a
bloodless
revolution.
You
have
not
read
the
report
of
that
speech.
Miss
Brown?"
She
shook
her
hear.
"I
did
not
look
at
any
of
the
papers,"
she
replied,
'it
was
not
necessary."
Paul
tipped
with
his
finger
up
on
the
table.
Frankland
went
too
far
even
for
him,"
he
said.
"I
believe
It
lo
true
that
he
had
been
what
Englishmen
call
'In
a
devil
of
a
funk'
ever
since.
lis
was
filled
with
Russian
champagne
and
he
spoke
to
please
them.
Ho
gave
the
actual
names
of
five
prominent
Englishmen
who
he
swore
should
be
hung
In
front
of
their
own
houses
and
he
wound
up
by
saying
he
only
hoped
that
he
would
be
near
enough
to
ijlve
the
robe
a
pull."
"That
horrible
man.
Miss
Brown
murmured
A
Dangerous
Alan
"You
can
realize
now,"
Paul
continued,
how
angry
I
was
when
I
saw
him
dancing
with
your
friend
Hn
is
not
a
man
she
should
know,
Miss
Brown.
I
wish
you
could
persuade
her
of
that.
Could
you
not
bring
her
here
again'?'"
he
went
on
a
'little
wistfully.
"There
Is
so
much
I
dshould
like
to
say
to
her."
Miss
Brown
studied
him
for
a
moment,
and
sighed
ever
so
slightly.
Somewhere
buried
In
a
corner
of
her
heart
the
pain
of
her
own
brief
hour
of
romance
still
lingered,
yet
she
was
young
to
pass
all
hor
life
with
the
ashes
of
memory,
and
Paul
was
In
his
wav
attractive.
She
liked
his
drawn,
serious
face,
his
hesitating''
get
a
handful
of
coals
there
down
in
tne
country
now,
since
they
have
begun
to
'talk"
about
this
strike
and
plenty
of
light.
Somehow
or
other
whatever
sort
of
lamp
we
buy
seems
to
smoke
and
smell."
"Well,
anyhow,
you're
up
for
the
night
now,
arent
you?"
Miss
Brown
reminded
her
cheerfully
"We'll
go
out
somewhese
and
have
a
good
time.
You
haven't
made
any
pians?-
sne
added,
with
suddenly
anxiety,
i
(To
lie
Continued)
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