the ideal ages, provided the man can support his wife decently. "Most of the troubles of married life result from ï¬nancial difficulty,†he says, "and this arises generally becanse there has been no considératiou of the ï¬nancial question." Coulson Kernaihan, a well known writer, says a man should wait until he knows a girl long enough to know her well, adding: “Remember Heine‘s saying about the frogs that would have liked some water well enough but they thought twice before jumping into a well because they knew that once they were in they could not get out. Heine. of course, had forgotten about the di- vorce court, but to future divox'cees I decline to give advice. They will get that, if they can afford it, from the lawyers." riagas because "the divorce courts see less of people who marry early than of those who are supposed to be more prudent. Too many people mistake selï¬shness in this matter for prudence. .T-hey want a large income and an easy time." ‘Josaph Hocking, novelist, believes 22 fqr the man and 19 for the girl to be Minard's Liniment i‘or Corns and Warts An Airplane Newspaper. It is reported that a newspaper is published aboard the London and Paris airplane that carries passengers betWeen these two capitals. A com~ plete printing plant is installed on the aircraft. Each day before the sailing hour the late-st news of the world, political, ï¬nancial and general, is rush- ed to the editor. During the flight news is sent out by wireless from Lon- don and Paris at regular intervals, 50 that the aerial editor is In instant touch with affairs. The news 13 pre- pared, set up, and the paper printed during the all-plane's flighL The edi- tions are delivered to the towns over which the airplane flies by means of parachutes. The aerial newspaper con- tains stock quotations, special features and news in general. Refrlgeratlon and Mining» Refrigeration is a. modern science that ï¬nds many uses. In mlning it overcomes two great difficulties: the influx of water in porous formations and the 'heat of deep shafts. By ireez- ing the surrounding earth. miners can carry their shafts through water-bear mg strata, and by supplying them selves with cool air they can penetrate the earth to great depths. The Rev. Dimsdale Young, a popu- lar preacher, favors youthful mar- The Bishop of Welldvon and Dean of Durham advises young people not to marry until they can bring up a family, but he adds: “Yet early marriages are often safeguards against temptation and also motives for industry." The Duke of York’s marriage has stirred up a discussion as to what is the proper age for marrying, says a London diespatch. Most critic‘s think that the Duke, who is 27 and the Duch- esls who is 22, hit the ideal age. Others point out that any age is the right one provided you have a suf- ï¬ciently bulky‘ bank account. Royal Marriage Raises Ques- tion of Age to Wed. The Finest Green Teg It is pure fresh and wholesome and the flavor is that of the: true green leaf._ mu. .._..â€"â€" _._..‘_. It also keeps the teeth clean, breath sweet. appetite keen. The Great Canadian chctmcat Chew your food well, I‘hen use WRIGLEY’S to aid digestion. After Every Meal is undoubtedly I well. I’ve failed at many things I've tried, | ’tis true, Have come to grlef more oft than I ‘ can tell. Yet I am not prepared to own defeat And say there's naught at which I may excel. I hope and trust; and hope and faith are sweet! Some day I’ll ï¬nd MY workâ€"and do it well! Think twice before you pronounce an opinion on important matters, and even then, more often than not, the world will not lose anything if you remain silent. Preparations for the opening cere- mony of the Banff-Windermere motor road over the Central Rockies are be- ing rapidly advanced and it is expected that the new motor camping ground near Banff as well as the other camp grounds along the road will be ready by June 15 in good time for the open- ing on- June 30. The Banff camp, situated near Mount Rundle, when completed will be one of the best equipped in the Dominion. It will be lighted by electricity and water from the Banff éystem will be piped to the grounds. Culinary, lavatory and tele- phone conveniences Will be provided. A caretaker will be in charge through- out the season and the camp will be subject to inspection by the sanitary Ofï¬cer: In all til-ere will be about 250 lots for campers. Mlnard'a Llnimentwfor Coughs & Colds Miss Squirrelâ€"“Oh, dqar, this 5% er will take all the curl out of tail." One camp ï¬re in Ontario destroyed ï¬fty-six years’ supply of a mammoth Ottawa Valley lumber mill. A band of prospectors in another district burned twenty years" supply of one of Cana- da’s- largest paper mills. And none of the enormous areas thus destroyed can be reproduc‘ed'und‘er 150 years. I can do some'thing others cannot doâ€" Let me ï¬nd that, and do thatpne thing Long. The people of Canada and the United Statesiuse enough forest materials in a year to make a pile of logs four feet high and three hundred and sixty thou- sand miles long. or ï¬fteen times around the earth. This enormous drain on the forest wealth has so aFarmed the public authorities that protective policies un- heard of a few years ago are now be- ing brought into force. In Canada. the Quebec Government has closed all the forests against travellers except on written permit from a ï¬re ranger or other oï¬icial. A few years ago this would have been considered drastic but with an annual record of ï¬ve thou- sand conflagrations set in this Do- minion by campers, ï¬shermen, settlers and other classes (who are the people who really lose most by what they desâ€" troy) the governments have no other option than to save what remains of the forests by stricter measures. Revealed by Their Bark. Botany Teacher â€"- “If you went among them, wouldn‘t the trees re- veal themselves to you by their bark ?" Studentâ€""No, sir; with one excep‘ don; only the dogwood.†Woodpile 369,000 Miles Camping Grounds for Motorists. Just leo the Glrla. My Work. â€"-Strickland Glllllan Oh. (1931‘, this show Johnny Thorp ignored the gambler, and strolling up to the bar, lifted his black felt hat to Megan. “Good evenin',†he said gravely; and then noting the quick, nervous ex~ pression _in_t_he girl'q yes, he added But the most striking peculiarity of the man was the stillness of his face; it was as though a sudden, paralyzing blow had robbed it of sensation and feeling, rendering it immobile, impas- sive and inscrutable. His age was thirty; and at one time he had been the hub of the gayest, most inconse- quent set in Lonjon. The Cacique’s eyes slid round to the girl behind the bar; she was pale and dark; but at the gambler’s lecherous look she flushed hotly, and an expres~ sion of disgust came on to her face. “Megan ainjt _so§ryin’ ’boAuAt thetLI “ ’Low Thorp!" called Cortz, as the Britisher entered. “Come in to say goodbye? Your pulling out of Lloyd’s Show, arenj you?" For a secondh- so there was silence, and then Cortz’s smearing voice cut in. “Say, Thorp,†he said. “Where’s your It was Ascot, Epsom and the vagar- ies of horseflesh, coupled with the apostacy of a girl-wife, which had brought him out to South America four yearipreviqusly: 7 “Don’t you worry, Borit,†he chuckl~ ed, “Johnny Thorp won’t have any- thin’ to do with her. He hates women like I do snakes; but I guess Megan ain’t tumbled to that fact yet, an’ would give her eyes for him to kiss her; Ainit t_het right, Megan?†Megan had gone very pale; but the ï¬re in her eyes showed that she was about to give the sharp a good deal of unpleasant information as to her opinion of him, when the door swung open and admitted the man of whom the_y_wer_e_ speaking. John Thorp was dressed in the cus- tomary garb of the gaucho; but even the cumbersome, untidy poncho could not entirely rob his ï¬gure of its slim, muscular grace. His tall, well-knit frame was erect, his face brick-red, his nostrils high and sensitive; his blue eyes looked slumbrous, and his chin, strong and deep, gave him, in conjunction with a thin-lipped mouth drawn down at the ends, the savage apBearance of a puma. b Presâ€"ehtly Box-it glanced found the ar. “Cortz,†he said, after the survey, “things are very quiet. The boys seem to be losing their nerve; they don’t drink a saloon dry as they used; but just sit around playin’ fare for love, and don’t even cock their eye at Megan here.†parent’s death two years before had come down to his tender care, was a valuable asset to his saloon, and he had no wish to lose her to a Britisher or any one else. Corâ€"tz laughed and his cruel eyes fea‘sjed_011 Megan’s confusion. Borit himself, his impassive, satur- nine face showing exaggeratedly pale among the windblown complexions of his guests, hung around the bar, vanti and poker in his eyes; Gideon Cortz, the sharp, named the Cacique on ac- count of his once having sojourned long enough in the toldos of a tribe of Hehueliche Indians to teach them how to throw dice, and after clearing out the tribe’s exchequer, had won the chieftainship; but ï¬nding it too in- convenient and cumbersome a posses- sion, had cut his losses and decamped just in time to save his throat from being slit, lounged by the b055, invi- tation in his eyes. Evan Hughes, of Trelew, down from the Welsh settle~ ment _on a horse deal, leaned against the bar, while Llewellen Thomas, re- turning to Rawson from the south, after shipping wool from Santa Cruz, swung his legs on the end of a table close by, and _drank redho’g rye. guess!†chuckled Co'rtz. “She’s oh’y gotten eyes for the Britisher who don’t care a damn for her, or any other woman!" “Who d’ye mean?†asked Borit. His niece, _Megan> Meredith, who on her Being astute, Borit catered to th: full for these burst of hysteria] and on a certain payday evening .m the spring of the year, his resthouse was a blaze of naphtha and alcohohc laughter and the wolves were aprowl for_ their prey. .Borit’s saloon at San Latois, on the frlnge of the Patagonian pampa, was one of those rank oases which attract an undue proportion of wolves. Borit sold most things, from bad whiskey to a Iqanjs life, and was prgpafeq to close Pay nights wcére the occasions when Borit’s lurched into frenzied life, of a sort. At such times the gauchos, as the Argentine cowboy is named, come in from the isolation of the ranches, and in a few hours burn up their money in the vivid blue flame of bad liqyor and ebullient animal ngture. _ a deal on his own sloul‘ if waE good >enough. "You’re lookirgg The Toronto Hospital for Incur- lbles, in afï¬liation with Bellevue and Allied Bospitalu, New York City. offers a three years' Course of Train- ing to young women. having the re- quired education. and desirous of be« coming nurses. This Hospital has adopted the eight-hour system. The pupils receive uniforms of the School, a monthly allowance and travelling expenses to and from New York. For further information apply to the Superintendent. On the Fringe of the Pampa NURSES PART I. the price 1 Quickly Johnny looked away, and with one movement tipped the contents of the glass into an earthenware mug standing on a nearby shelf, and s‘ood with the emptied vessel at his lips, as Lthough he had jugt _drained_lt._ “Painless extraction of teeth!†he murmured, as giving Cortz a push, he picked up the knife and put it in his pocket. Borit hurried up to him. “Now, then, Cortz,†he said, making sure the sharp had no more knives Iabout him. “ You asked for that! Now ‘be friendly, and we’ll have a hand lwith the cards. “I know this Britisher’s askin’ fur trouble," he whispered, “but you won't give it to him with a knife. He’s 3 am sight too slick for you; but you can get at him with the cards. He’s Iquittin’ Lloyds an’ has a fat roll of back pay on him. He loves cards as much as he hates women, so leave it to me. An hour and a half later both Ccrlz and Borit realized that something wa's wrong. Borit had given Thorp encugh doped whiskey to lay a couple of ordi- nary men on the broad of their backs for a week. By rights the Britisher ought to have been lyln sodden under the table, with his gunk roll safe in the keeping of Cortz and the aaloonkezper. But instead of this, he was Wide awake and blufï¬ng the othe_rs to a standstill. With a éigh, Tharp raked in his winnings for the eighth time in sucâ€" cession, and stretched his arms above his head. “Well, friends," he said, “I’ll just have to be going. I hate to skin you and quit; but I’m going to Rawson, and reckon on making Trieste before to-morrow night.†Borlt looked up testily. “That be damned for a tale." he said. “You ain't a bad enough sport to quit like thet!" “If the doping act of Borit’s had come off, I guess you'd be quitting fast enoug ." said Tharp. Borit sprang to his feet. "Dope, you double-crosser! What Thorp glancéd round the room, and unconsciously his eyes rested on Megan. For a second she met his gaze, and then lowering her eyes to the glass in Thorp’s Hand, she almost imgencoptibly‘ shook_he‘r bead. “Hand me that sFecial bottle down, Megan,†he said. “ want to ï¬x Thorp a ‘peacemaker’!" Megan had witnessed the incidents in the bar with fear-ï¬lled eyes; and now hearing her uncle’s request, anxiety came into her face. , She glanced at Thorp; but the Britisher didn’t see her; he was standing with his back to her. “Here you are Thorp,†said Borit, carrying the drin to his intended vic- tim, “This is a diop of genuine ï¬reâ€" water.†Johnny nodded abruptly; and Borit, going behind the bar, gave his niece an affectionate chuck under the chin. “Playin?†laughed Borit jovially, “I’ll play an man for anything, at any time! ou’ll have :3 tot of spe- cial along with me, and then we’ll make a start!†“Say, Thorp,†he remarked with a conciliatory grin, “Cortz was feelin’ foolish just now; but he’s got sensible again and wants to make friends. How about a flutter at poker just to clear the air, and show there’s no ill- feelin’?†A thin, rare smile limmered round Thorp’s lips; then in is quiet, clipped voige,_ he teplied; “It’s a thfeat, Borit. I thought you might be playin’. That’s why I came along in.†“He steadied himself on the palms of his hands, and glared at Thorp with murderous eyes and livid face. The Patagonian is a man of action; he doesn’t waste time in cursing a foe, he just draws a weapon; a knife usually, since bullets are clear, and goes in to kill. Cortz drew his knife and attack- ed low, after the manner of the pam- pa; but Johnny was prepared for him; and taking'the blow on his cloak, he caught Cortz’s wrist in a grip of steel, andd twisted the weapon out of his han . In another second his greedy lips would have crushed Megan's mouth; but Thorp’s ï¬st took him under the jaw instead, and sent him reeling across the room, where he fetched up against one; qf_t;he bnlkâ€"tirnber tables. “Hurt?†questioned Cortz, his eyes narrowing mali antly. “Guess it won’t be me gett ng hurt! If you kid yourself that your ugly face tickles Megan’s fancy you’re dead wrong!†He strutted up to where Thorp and Megan stood on either side of the narâ€" row counter. “If you want to know anything, Britisher, I’m the only man she’ll let kiss her!" “That’s a lie!" she exclaimed. “May be,†laughed Cortz, “but we’ll make it the trut ," and before the girl could spring back out of his reach, he had stretched out his hand and dragged her toward_him. ‘ “You’re a sunny companion for those who like you. Cortz,†he said slowly, “but I guess Miss Megan isn’t one of them. You want to éhut up before you get hurt.†Borit and and Thorp's the igambler. thei!†manners? You’ll make Daisy Dew- Qrop__cry if you look at her like-a- â€"BY EDWARD WOODWARD. the other men chuckled, cold blue eyes turned on A second longer he listened. That was Cortz for a ï¬ver, he decided, and pulling Ormonde into a shallow vega just by, he dismounted, threw his cape over the stallion’s head to keep him quiet, and then unsling‘ing his rifle, lay down on the lip of the hollow.j The earth soon would be well rid of such scum 35 the gambler. For a second he sat motionless, de- bating whether to turn back; then the pampero wind from the southwest brought the lit, lit, lit of a galloping horse to his ear. V “Come along, old son 1†muttered Johnny. “You’ve got to live up to your name toâ€"night!†'ThBrp had darted to while Borit doubled up vanished into the night With a snarl, Borit dived for his' gun, but even as he raised it, a heavy: water bottle, hurled from the counter,‘ struck his wrist, and sent the weapon flying int_o t_he_ air._ Outside, he dartea round the back of the‘saloon. A deep throaty whinny grgejced hin}. d'you mean?†‘ “That!†replied Thorp, nodding to-4 wa_rg _his empty 3133.55f Embroidery, Crochet, Fancy Needle Workers We sell your goods on consignment. Send a stamp for reply. Llngerie and Specialty Shop 120 Danforth Avenue - Toronto ON SALE EVE WEE m CANADA ASK FOR HEM BY NAME f/Iemoreyoa use t/Iem~tlze belter you7/ like them/ ISSU E No. 22â€"‘23‘ (To be covntinued.) MATCHES the door, and with pain, he