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Violetsâ€"end Man. Two Violet plants had Sprung up in powerful stimulant the plant had soon one corner of the WWW“, al‘b‘mgh crowded its neighbor. the gardener had been sure that he had removed all roots. They looked so beautiful there against the row of young tomatoes that he decided not to disturb them. For a while they both grew vigor- ously. Then one appeared to languish, whereas the other grew luxuriantly. Soon the difference was striking. The one plant had so far outstripped .the other that the smaller, cut off from the light. was ready to perish. The gardener was puzzled. He re- moved the earth from round the plants and lifted them out, roots and all; he examined them and the earth with a microscope and made chemical analy- ses. The explanation was clear. The roots of the larger plant had reached out toward the corner of the plot FARMERS If interested in wagons or repairs send in your name with this ad. We will send you an article worth $1.00 to $5.00 JACKSON WAGON 00., LTD. 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It was â€"â€"let me thinkâ€"«in the afternoonâ€"thel day beforeâ€"" “And you parted from him on the best of terms?” “Of course." He leaned toward her ever so little,‘ his eyes level with hers and steadily fastened upon. her. “That’s the last time you saw himmuntil you went to, his rooms at the Paradox the night he H48 1 Moreover, in found a rich compost of decaying leaves. Obeying the only law that it knew. the violet became stronger until it choked out the life of -the other plant. And that is as it should be, for the violet knew no other law. It is scarcely necessary to point the lesson. God made one law for the plants, and it is a good law for them. was killed?» But for us there is another, a law that She had lifted her hand to pat into» transcends the natural law. "Bear ye Elace an escaping tendril of hair. The one another's burdens,” said Paul. You and remained lifted. The dark eyes are Strong? Beside you a comrade froze With horror. They stared at him,l stumbles? Stop and give him a hand! as though held by some dreadfm fas‘) . . Ease his burden! cmatlon. From her cheeks the color' are sturdy enough to carry your own Rejoice that you ebbed. Kirby thought‘ she was going burden and can also lift something from off the shoulders of the weak. v 1 But she did not. A low moan of despair escaped from the ashen lips. The lifted arm fell heavily to her lap. Then Kirby discovered that the two in the red room had become three. Jack Cunningham was standing in the doorway. His glance flashed to Lane accus- ingly. “What’s up? What are you doing here?" he demanded abruptly. The Wyoming man rose. “I’ve been asking Miss Harriman a question.” “A question. What business have; you to ask her questions?" demanded’ Jack hotly. His cousin tried a shot in the dark. “I was asking her,” he said, his voice low and even, “about that visit you and she paid to Uncle James’s rooms the night he was killed.” Kirby knew instantly he had scored a hit. The insolence, the jaunty con- fidence, were stricken from him as by' a buffet in the face. For a moment body and mind alike were lax and stunned. Then courage flowed back, into his veins. He came forward, blustering. “What do you mean? What visit? It’s a damned lie.” “Is it? Then why is the question such a knockout to you and Miss Har- rimaiii?1 She almost fainted, and it], certa n y crumpled you up till you got LITTLE MISS- second breath." 4539. White wool challie with fig- JaCk flUShEd angrily. “Of course it; - - - shocked her for you to make such a ured Chanle 15 here portrayed' Flgumd 'charge against her. It would frighten any woman. By God, it’s an outrage. You come here and try to browbeat Miss Harriman when she's alone. You ask her impudent questions, as good as tell her shkâ€"sheâ€"J’ Kirby’s eyes were like a glittering rapier probing tor the weakness of his opponent’s defence. “I say that she and you were in the rooms of Uncle, and plain voile would also be attrac- tive as well as plaid suiting and plain woolen. The sleeve may be finished without the peasant portion. The Pattern is cut in 4 Sizes: 4, 6, 8 and 10 years. A 6-year size requircs 2%, yards of 32-inch material. To make sleeves and front of contrasting material requires 7A; yard 40 iIIChGSiJames at 9.50 the evening he was Wlde- killed. I sa that you concealed the Pattern mailed to any address on,fact at the inquest. Why?” He shot: receipt of 15c in silver or stamps, bylhis question at the other man With the Wilson Publishing 00., 73 Westlthe velocity of a bullet. Adelaide St., Toronto. Allow two Cunningham’s “p tWitf‘hed; his eye weeks for receipt of pattem_ wavered. How much dld his cousn know? How much was he merely, guessing? ' -â€"â€"-â€"â€"â€"¢____. Tangled Trails â€"â€"BY WILLIAM MACLEOD RAINB W (Copyright, Shoznas Allen.) lis likely to be there," Jack tossed out lit. We’ll see if you can make it stick.” . foolishness. should be locked up in prison even for - -...â€"â€".. V'hat is it? I’m not a fool. I don't think you killed Uncle any more than I did. But you an’ Miss Harriman have a secret. Why don’t you go to James an’ make a clean breast of it? He’ll tell you what to do.” “The devil he will! I tell you we haven’t any secret. We weren't in Uncle’s rooms that night” “Can you prove an alibi for the whole eveningâ€"both of you?” the range rider asked curtly. “None of your business. in the prisoner’s dock. We're not It’s you that petulantly. Phyllis Harriman had flung herself down to sob with her head in the pi]- lows. But Kirby noticed that one small pink car was in the open to take in the swift sentences passing between the men. “I’m intendin' to make it in busi- ness," Lane said, his voice oml’nously quiet. “You're laying up trouble for your- self,” Jack warned blackly. “If you want me for an enemy you’re going at this the right way." “I'm not lookin’ for enemies. What I want is the truth. You’re concealin' “We’re not concealing a thing." “Last call for you to show down your cards, Jack. Are you with me or against me?" asked Kirby. “Against you, you meddling fool!" Cunningham burst out in a gust of fury. “Don’t you meddle with my af- fairs, unless you want trouble right 0!? the bat. I’m not going to have a Paul Pry nosing around and hinting slanders about me and Miss HarrL man. What do you think I am? I’lli protect my good name and this lady’s if I have to do it with a gun. Don’t forget that, Mr. Lane.” Kirby’s steady gaze appraised him coolly. “You’re excited an' talkin’ I’m not attackin” any- body's good name. I’m lookin’ for the man who killed Uncle James. I'm ex- pectin’ to find him. If anybody stands in the way, I’m liable to run against lm." The man from Twin Buttes bowed toward the black hair and pink ear of his hostess. He turned on his heel and walked from the room. CHAPTER XXIII. cousms DISAGREE. It was essential to Kirby’s plans that he should be at liberty. If he a few days the threads that he had begun to untangle from the snarl known as the Cunningham mystery would again be ensnared. He was not sure what action James would take at his brother’s demand that he withâ€" draw from the bond. But Lane had no desire to embarrass him by forcing the issue. He set about securing a new bond. He was, ten minutes later, in the law offices of Irwin, Foster & Warren, attorneys who represented the cattle interests in Wyoming with which Kirby was identified. Foster, a stout, middleâ€"aged man with only a few locks of gray hair left, heard what the rough rider had to say. “I’ll wire to Caldwell and to Nor~ man as you suggest, Mr. Lane,” he said. “If they give me instructions to stand back of you, I’ll arrange a new NURSES The Toronto Hospital for Incur- lbles, i affiliation with Beilevuu and Allied rliospitals. New York City. offers a three years' Course of Train- In to youn women. having the re- cu red educa ion, and desirous of be- coming nurses. This Hoopitd bu adopted the clout-hour system. The pupils receive uniforms of the School. - n monthly allowance and travelling expenses to and from New York. For ‘- flilf‘ier information apply to the Filnr‘rintendcnt. A Victim of Unjust Suspicion. A certain young man who lives in a MiddleAWestern city was made happy on his last birthday by the present of a handsome umbrella, given him by the lady whom he expects shortly to marry. On the first showery morning he proudly stepped forth from his door. umbrella in hand, and boarded a pass- ing street car. He found a place on’ one of the cross seats at the front,‘ across the aisle from a lady and her' son. a bright-eyed child of six or seven. Tile boy regarded the young man with frank interest and after he had sufficiently studied his face permitted his eyes to wander to the umbrella that the stranger carried. The Chlld'l countenance gained animation; he turned to his mother and in a shrill voice cried: ‘ “Look, mamma, doesn‘t that look just like papa's umbrella that he lost?" "Hush! Hush! Georgie!” whispen ed the mother warningly. ‘ "Papa was looking for his umbrella just this morning,” persisted the boy, staring hard at the young man. “Yes! Yes! But he found it," said the lady. conscious that everyone in that end of the car was paying atten- tion to the dialogue. “Why. mamma," said the child re- proachfully, “you know he didn’t find it. You told him he didn't know enough to keep an umbrella. Look, momma, that is just the kind of a. handleâ€"" But at that moment the young man, considerably embarrassed. signaled the conductor and left the car. Sheâ€"“Do you believe in spirits, dear?” Heâ€"“Yes, but I'm a little careful of the kind y’buy nowadays." Discovering Our Power. Man's power and ability seem to grow and expand in proportion to the struggle he makes with difficulties, to the size of the obstacles he overcomes. Without the struggle to overcome there would be no growth. I We never quite come to ourselves, “Who told you we were there? Howqf’of‘d 515.500“ as POSSible'" do you know it? I don't propose tol ‘Will it take long? I can’t afford to . . . ,, answer every wild accusation nor to beamed 9p behmd the bars fight {ww' let Miss Harriman be insulted by you. N]? If I can getnit accepted I 11 let Who are you, anyhow? A man ac-lyou n°w at once‘ never discover the larger man or wo~ man and realize our fullness of power, until we are confronted by some mighty problem, some seemingly un- surmountable obstacle, which taxes all Without Foundation. During the course of construction of a big power plant in the mining coun- try of Northern Ontario the engineer THE FARMERS‘ GUIDE. Canada’s Flneat Farm Paper, Is offering you over $2,000.00 In cash prizes, in a most unusual and attractive unden- taking. Kirby rose. He had finished his WHAT IS THE AGE OF THE LION? This is the big question. Send to Puzzle Editor, The Form an' Guide. Gardenvale, Qua, for full size copies of the big LION and full details, enclosing a postage stamp. Lack of space prevents giving the details here. Here is a fascinating pastime for the whole family for the winter evenings. Do not fail to take ad- vantage of this attractive offer of Canada's Finest Farm Paper. WRITE NOW! You will enjoy it. cused of killing my uncle, the manl who found his valet dead and is sus-I pected of that crime, too, a fellow who would be lying behind the bars now if my brother hadn’t put up the money to save the family from dis- grace. If we tell all we know, the police will grab you again doubleâ€" quick. Yet you have the nerve to come here and make insinuations against the lady who is mourning my, uncle’s death. I’ve a good mind to' phone for the police right now." l “Do,” suggested Kirby, smiling.| “Then We’ll both tell what we know; l2;.nd perhaps things will clear up all it.” It was a bluff pure and simple. He‘ couldn’t tell what he knew any more. than his cousin- could. The part play-l in command had a lanky Swede out on the frozen rizes boring holes in the ice to get soundings. The Swede’s in- dustry and weight caused the ice to sink and the waters to rise danger- ously. “Jump! Olie. Jump!" yelled the engineer from the bank. Olie glanced at the raging waters reaching for his neck and returned in agonized tones. “Yump? How can I yump when Igot no place to stood?" o â€"â€"â€"â€"vâ€"-â€"-â€" Catching the Unwary. The mayor of a small town in Ohio had six stout sons with whom he loved to parade the market place. They fur- nished him with the basis of a mathe- matical joke. "A fine family you have," strangers would often say. “Is this the whole [of it?” i “No,” the mayor would reply, "I .have two sisters at home for each one 'of them." . "What!" the visitor would exclaim, rapidly counting the sons. story barred him from the luxury ofl truth-telling. Moreover, he had no’ real evidence to back his suspicions.‘ But Jack did not know how strong the restraining influence was. “I didn’t say I was going to ’phone. I said I'd a jolly good mind to,” Cun- ningham replied sulkily. , “I'd advise you not to start anyâ€" "Twelve 'thing you can’t finish, Jack. I’ll give l l daughters!" you one more piece of advice, too. "No indeed! Just two!" ;Comc clean with what you know. I’m lgoin‘ to find out, anyhow. Make up ,‘your mind to that. I'm goin' through ,with this job till it’s done.” .' “You'll pull off your Sherlock- lHOlleS stuff in jail, then, for I’m go- ing to ask James to get off your bond," 'Jzick retorted viiidictively. l ' “As you please about that,” Lane said quietly. "He’ll choose between you or me.’ I'll be damned if I’ll stand for his jkceping a mail out of jail to try and fasten on me a murder I didn't do.” i “I lla‘.'cn't said you did it. What I. boys is that you and Miss IIarrilnan‘ ‘know sometliin’ and are concealin' ini ed by Rose and Esther McLean in the . business. “Just a momentx Mr. Lane.” Foster leaned back in his swivel-chair and looked out of the window. His eyes did not focus on any detail of the of- fice building opposite. They had the far-away look which denotes a reoc- cupied mind. “Ever been to Go den ?” he asked at last abru tly, swinging back in his seat and coking at his client. “No. Why?" “Golden is the Gretna Green of Den- ver, you know. When young pie elope they go to Golden. ‘ couple gets married and doesn’t want ie known they choose Golden. Vel‘y‘ convenient spot.” “I’m not figuring on gettin’ married ; right now," the cattleman said, smil-i lng. “Still you might find a visit to the place interesting and useful. I was there on business a couple of weeksl ago." (To be ccntinued.) -â€"â€"â€"â€"¢__... l Oldest of the churches in the City'i of London, All Hallows, Barking-by~‘ the-Tower, recently celebrated ital 1,238th birthday. We’ll Publish YourSongs We will also put WORDSâ€"T0 YOUR musm MUSICâ€"TO YOUR WORDS Write for Particulars. 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