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This was a joke! The girl or} the ark bench shivered. It was a shlvery olze. She laughedâ€"she would laugh, she would! “I feel a draft!” laughed she. If it were not sufficiently funny to be sitting out hereâ€"on a benchâ€"at eight o’clock at night, there were the M "For the Home" JAM Always keep far the [(0)216 No wonder Smart}: Mowers am so popular! 'I‘heycxd so easihy and wflh such little“push". Mfenb/Una’ H’oMma/asmjo Gum-on ’92! AT EVRRV HGRDWRRE STORE - the heel stand without hav- ing to lift it at all. As a result the tired feeling. so many women experience after, ironing, is entirely elimifiated. From a Bench in the Park RONING, with a Hot- point Iron, becomes a pleasant task. Thisfamous Iron is so constructed that you simply tilt it back On For sale by dealers every where. Head OIIicc Canadian General Elect Limited Bovril prevents that Sinking Feeling. and give your stomach a lift. SMART Provides “the bit 0! SWeel” in beneficial lorm. Helps to cleanse the fleet]: and keep them healthy. 3) Dam ’Mndc in Canada' Siici‘é'i PART I. IRON ANT. BRO Toronto :lc Co ’CKVILL! ONE the Hausa BY A) -additional humors of her pgnnilefis iestate and the Landlady Klmmers ponderous image. Yon couldn’t ask more funniness than that! ‘ “My heart!” sighed she at thought of the old house. All the rooms and the fireplaces going to Waste in it toâ€" Eigh‘t'.” And wood in the woodshed to urn.” “You departed this life just in time, dear,Ӣthe girl said with a very little smile. Little smiles helped out, if you smiled them often enough. The girl was :1 Stanley. No Stanley 9V6! whimpelfigd- _ Landlady Kimmer had sat with ter- rible solidity upon the poor little trunk containing all that was mortal of the girl’s possessions. Furs and finery that she’d been obliged to PM‘2 with at least had been spared that humiliation. Fate had “sat upon" them but not Landlady Kimmey. “It’s here I’ll set until yez pay me f’r the two wakes ye've e’t me vittles an’ drink!” She could hear Mrs. Kim- mer even out there on the chilly park bench. “But I ‘e’t’ so few ‘vittles an' drink,’ Mrs. Kimmer! Iâ€"I scrimped. Besides I’ll pay just as soon as I find ano§h_er_ job " -l“ l -. ,,A__._.‘..."|‘I her! It’s trunk or cash. That’s What." The girl who was 3 Stanley had managed a final little attempt at lightness. “But trunks are so hard outside! My petticoats and nightgowns are nice and softâ€"if you’d just take an inside seatâ€"â€"â€"” Poor old creature! Just being a landlady “intil” her hair turned white was pitiful enough, having no sense of humor was worse; and on top of these to have her boarders lose their jobsâ€"no wonder she sat herself solid- ly on the trunk as her only hope of redress. “It’s Here I’ll set. No expressman’ll be gettin’ yer trunk out froom und- her! It’s trunk or cash. That’§ whgtf: NNII' HAMILTON DONNELL .yu. yup.)- “I’m glad now I went back and told her how sorry I was,” mused the girl. “She almost got off the trunk then!" Br-rr-r! It was growing chillier. Well, hadn’t she always wanted to sleep out of doors? Hadn’t she onEe tried her best to have Martha Mary to have a little outdoor coop built on to the old house? ° Not even Martha Mary was in the old house to-night. Where was Martha Mary? She wondered between shivers. “But, for that matter, where am I? It’s justras Well and a good deal well- er Martha Mary doesn’t know things â€"the dear heart!” This would never do! If she called Martha Mary a‘dear heart againâ€"â€" one more timeâ€"â€"she’d cry and no long- er be 8. Stanley. But Martha Mary was no longer :1 Stanley , She must not begin on that~ “This is a joke,” she said firmly to her shivery self. “All this is a joke. It will be something to tell my grand» children. They’ll love it. Tell us ,’bout the night you slept on a park‘ \b nch, Grannie!’ They’ll tease for it. r it would make a good chapter in my book when I write one. ‘What I Know About Park Benches.’ Not every author speaks from experience."- She was twenty-one, this girl. Her name was Shirley Stanley. Martha Mary had been a Stanley, 3 year ago, beforeâ€"â€" Ah, the beforesâ€"and the afters! This was the after. Before, they had lived in the old house together, she and the older sister who had cared for and mothered her all the days she could remember. She had had her Martha Mary all to herself and had been aâ€"pig! Of course. she had been one. But it had been so dear, being a pig! It had never occurred to her that anyone else could ever have a right to love her Martha Mary. Then someone had come along and had done that very thing. While she was away visiting a school_ chum! Had ‘coine‘ and someone had come along and had done that very thing. While she was away visiting a school chum! Had come and taken unfair advantagesâ€"she’s been given no fighting chance to ward him off. With a fighting chanceâ€". The girl on the park bench tightened a small fist in its shabby glove. She laughed fiercely in her slim white stud What girl’s nenir gent Mar thiri \V pretty good fighter!” she d to the empty darkness. she had hurt Martha Mary :hting': Instantly the laugh *l‘ew tender. Silly 01d Martha lie 0' fallen m Thirtyâ€"t} her own. had g( rooted-uply, hurt-1y. Never would she be dependent on this heartless istranger who hadâ€"had taken advan- tage of her and beguiled Martha Mary into thirtyâ€"three-year-old foolishness. In her twenty-year-old zeal she had lost no time. Straight to the city marched Shirley. The work she had found for herself she must. begin upon at once, they told her. Shirley began at once. Her steady young hand on the plow, she had no idea of turning back. And it had been a straight clean little furrow she had plowed ‘ from that time up to two short weeks ‘ ago when she had been caught in the 1 general exodus from so many of the work places of the city. Turned loose ' with‘the rest of themâ€"Shirley and v Tom and Dick and Harry. One touring car drew up directly across the patch of parkway and she interested herselfâ€"because she want- ed to forget that she was cold and hungryâ€"in the rather curious actions of the man behind the wheel. “He’s going to the showâ€"no, he isn’t going! He doesn’t know whether he’s going or not! Lonesomeâ€"that’s lthe trouble. There, he has decided to 5v. She watched him disappear in the gay little stream. Well, she’d have to find something else to concentrate on. A moment or two later when she chanced‘ to look back at the spruce lit- tle car which had acted as if it were moving on, there it was! The owner ~or chauffeurâ€"was hunching down comfortably as if for an indefinite stay: She had not been able to go back to Martha Mary. But, of course, all along she’d written cheerful letters, carefully designed to keep Martha Mary from worrying. But because she had adhered so firmly to her own independence and twenty-one-year-old foolishness, she had given no address and so had received no answers. So that was that. “And this isâ€"this!” smiled Shirley on her bench. My, but a year could be as long as an ageâ€"and two weeks as long as a year! She absolutely refused to shiver again. This par- ticular park bench was well situated for watching a gay stream of theatre- goers turn in at a playhouse across a patch of park lavm and a street. Shirley watched. The motors edg- ing up to the sidewalk for a moment disgorged their happy loads and went on to find parking space. Honks and faint laughter and even appetizing smells from a nearer restaurant drift- led. Shirley’s way. She watched and gently sniffed and persisted in calling lit all a joke. ‘ 1-,.1, “He likes to sit and watch, same as I do,” concluded Shirley. “But I must say he has a softer seat.” She stirred into a new position and then for the first time noted that she had company on her hard seat; a woman holding a clumsy bundle. The woman did not seem even to breathe, so still did she sit there at' the further end of the bench.. There was something disturb- ing about her stillness. Shirley de- cided to make her move. “Good eveningâ€"neighbor!” Shir- ley’s voice was gravely sweet. The woman stirred but did not nib- ;ble at the sociable little bait. _ The Toronto Hospital for Incur- ablea, in affiliation with Beilevue and Allied Hospitals, New York City. offers a three yam-5' Course of Train- in to ynun women, having the reâ€" qu red educa ion, and desirous of be- coming nursea. This Hospital has adopted the eight-hour system‘ The pupils receive uniforms of the School. a monthly allowance and unveiling expenses to and from New York. For {urther information apply to the Superintendent. “Don’t you feel a draft?” asked Shirley. “I do! Don’t you wish the city fathers furnished good warm Blankets?” - yuan“, .U . At that, the woman at the other end of. the seat turned and~she was not a woman but a girl, with a sharp, white_ prpfile. --- . -. ‘ - ,;nn -Ln nu- .u ..... “What’s a good warm blanket?" she asked in a strange voice that made Shirley shiver wogsgughazn evqr. J “T; u ..... ~J -.‘.,. . -- “Oh, you are cold!” she cried. “It blows so round one’s legs! I guess my petticoat isn’t any too thick.” “My petticoat’s round the baby.” “Round theâ€"baby?” “Yes. An’ my sweater. Everythin’ I’ve got. She’s asleep now but Lord knows what’ll happen‘if she wakes up! She’s terrible sens’tive to the cold, Maudie is. Do you know the kind 0’ kids poor folks’d ought to have whose men get kicked out 0’ their jobs?” The thin voice broke into a sorry laugh. Shirley shrank at the whose n jobs?” sorry la sound of “I am so sorry! petticeat round he un it would be 311' [n “Fleece-lined k eed their mot] weaters.” Shirley could n u'; of this pm" [as noijoke whet NURSES K96 ed klds! mother’s EATL‘: th longer make a bench episode there was a M: to the cold.” Couldn’t I pu 1‘. too? Doubk sittl ugh. That wouldn’1 petticoats an Three Years 1 the Omarit tario Hot JBled iof audie (11 goin’ to any cha_r_ity place. _I’r_n bringin’ Ker up resfyectable: 'Freezin's respéct- able!" “Don't laugh!” begged Shirley, a great new tenderness Welling up in hel‘. Let’s talk aboutâ€"about when the baby grgws up. “Lord! Grows up!â€"â€"Well then, Maudie’s goin’ to marry a fur coat an’ muff an’ a automobile with a fur lap- robe! An’ her man’s goin’ to work in a big fact’ry that don’t never shut down! Hear that, Maudie? She’s dreamin’ of it now!” “What factory was it that shut down," questioned Shirley. She must say_sorr}et}_|ing:. n. “Tim’s fact’ry.” She gave a name that had no significance for Shirley. “You better ask what one ain’t shut down! Tim’s did hold out a spellâ€" Tim’s my man.” The White-faced mother of Maudie spoke of her man with a. curious little under-note of pride in.her tope._ .ru-‘ ’77s’he likes him,” Shirley thought. The rest of her thought she put into speesh ‘ 1 ~“Vi-ii)“; could he go away and leave â€"I suppgse_he has (go-he: axygy?” _ :‘HJJ be here freézin’ with' us if he hadn’t. Or he’d set fire to the benches «kmfiis WWNQEMEE JELLY Most people prefer it, because it is easy to digest, and delicious, with a full, juicy, fruit flavor. It is easy to make tasty desserts with McLAR- EN’S INVINCIBLE Jelly Powder. Insist on McLAREN'S INVINCIBLE Made by McLARENS LIMITED. Hamilton and Winnipeg. Sixteen One package serves eight people. 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When I get my new placeâ€"” “When Tim gets his job ” “Yes, then we’ll settle with the Kim- mers, Tim and I!” Shirley leaned to- ward the other girl with an eager lit- tle impetus of‘friendship. “My‘ dear, if we can just stand to- nightâ€"don’t you think we feel a little warmer when we ta}k'.f”r “Blitz, the other girl did not answer. Shirley, repulsed in her friendly ad- vance, remained silent, too. Then it happened. (To be continued.) Minard’s Llniment for Corns and Warts 1 oaay noi' bum Will