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wore on he felt himself going all
to pieces. ..s q
Anne seemed to have forgotten
her fear. She was almost delirI
ously happy. She felt as If by,
some miracle. the man she loved
had been given back to her, with
all her doubts and fears swept
aside.
There were still shadows lying
in the background Of her me-.
mory, but now she was contepc
to wait. Some day he would exe
plain everything to her. and in
the meantime she would trust
him.
She was too much blinded by
her own sunshine to see The
cloud in his eyes.
"Geoffry Foster is coming to
dinner tonight" she said during
him; uncle did. l wish he was
not coming"
He made no answer. Out in
the garden the sun was already
sinking and shadows creeping up
over the lawn.
The Fortune Hunter rose rest!
lessly. He wandered round the
room, coming back to where she.
sat on the arm OF a big chair.
and looked down at her. A wave
of bitterest rebellion rose in his'
heart. Why should such things
be? he wondered. Was it his.
fault that Fate had thrown his
life into crooked pathways, in.
stead Of into the fair way where
this girl walked? Why had he'
been born into the world to love
her only to lose her? q
In his heart he knew that the
end of this day would see hinff
once more a homeless outcast. %
Anne turned and smiled into
his set face. What are yous
thinking about. Mr.. Serious?" shefi
asked. nm
She put out her hand to himio
but he turned away, ignoring ita'
and began his restless pacing to
and fro again.
Anne looked after him, a faint
ly tremulous smile on her hips.
II suppose you're not tired Of
me, by any chance?" she asked.
in mock seriousness. II know
you've been with me nearly all
day, and So" y
He came back, he put his7
arms round her, holding her so
that she could not see his face.
II wish that today might neves.
end" he said. 4
She rubbed her cheek against
his hand-turned her lips shylya;
and kissed 1t. There will be-
other days-just as beautiful.
she said softly. !"
> A maid came to the door,,
please miss-Dr. and Mrss.
Gregory" she said.
The Fortune Hunter moved
away, catching his breath hardg
He knew the .Gregorys slightly
and rather liked them. but ne
cursed them now in his heart
for coming on this, his last dayp
and snatching away a precious
hour. -
TO Be Continued Tomorrow =,
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said savagely. III you've got any
thing to say to me. say 1t and have
done! I'm sick Of the way you
crawl about the house. grinning
and sneering. I'll wiring your neck
IL you don't stop It,"
Tommy wriggled free Of him, his
face was livid and his eyes coward
ly: he limped off at top speed.
you shall pay for this" he said
under his breath as he rushed for
safety to his own room, and locked
the door. "I'u make you sorry
you ever spoke to me like that"
The Fortune Hunter stood look.
ing after him. breathing hard. The
little outburst Of temper had done
him good, and he knew now that
his feeling toward Tommy had
been smoldering into trouble for
some time.
He lit a cigarette and stood at
the open door smoking.
He thought OF those moments in
Fernie's cottage. and wondered
what their result would be. That
the old man hated him he knew
we'll enough, and he was positive
that the fact OF their relationship
would in no way lessen his
hatred.
He thought Of his mother. and
out of the past little incidents
OF their life together before she
died came creeping back to him.
He remembered how seldom she
had spoken of his father, save to
say how hard and cruel he was;
he knew that she had adopted a
different name after she left him,
so as to be entirely free of man
whom she had loathed.
So his own name was really
Fernie! II seemed odd that IL
should be that. after all the many
he had assumed during the past
fifteen years.
He would never adopt II, what.
ever happened: he was not proud
Of the relationship. Then he won.
dered what Mr.. Harding would
think when he knew, what Anne
would think.-she had always
hated Fernie.
Mr.. Harding came into the hall
behind him.
rs that you, John? Has Anne
gone to bed?'
Yes. Is. it la,e?"
IT'S nearly eleven. I'm tired
lock up, will you?"
Yes, sir"
The Fortune Hunter threw his
cigarette into the garden and shut
the front door. As he was fasten-
ing the bolts he glanced back at
Mr. Harding. He was standing at
the foot Of the stairs, and for
moment. before he turned away.
the Fortune Hunter caught a little
CLINT Of triumph in his eyes that
sent his heart-beats racing.
He knows, too was tn. quick
thought that lespt to his mind.
and then - Tomorrow! - where
shall I be at this time tomorrow"
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CHAPTER xxx.
Reconciliation.

Anne came DaCk 10 the drawing
room almost as soon as the For
tune Hunter had left it; she looked
quietly around.
"John-where is he?"
Hes gone out" Tommy an.
swered without looking up from
his book.
Gone OUT. she echoed the
words with swift breathlessness.
"Why-where has he gomez"
MY dear girl! how do l
know? I saw him take his hat
and coat and go out. that's all
know; he went directly you did"
Anne stood for a moment. her
hands clasped together.
He never told me he was 60
ing out" she spoke the words
involuntarily, then stood. as
Tommy smiled unpleasantly.
"You don't suppose he tells
you everything he's going to do
do you?" he said nastily.
Anne walked out of the room
without answering. She was
ashamed, because lately her love
for Tommy seemed to have dim
inished.
The front door was half open,
and she went out on the step.
1t was a chilly night, with the
mellow breath of autumn every
where, 1t seemed unusually dark,
too, and the sky was full of heavy
clouds.
Where had John gone? Her
heart was beating fast with ap-
prehension.
Why had he not told her he
going out! She ran upstairs and
took a long white wrap from the
wardrobe; her hands shook as
she fastened it, and it was in
vain that she tried to tell her.
self that her fears were ground
less.
FEAR FOR JOHN.
What could have happened to
him! Where could he have gone,
except for a stroll down the will.
age? He would lie back directly,
and then she would be able to
laugh at herself. But her nerves
felt torn and on edge, and her
nervous superstition of the after.
noon came back to her afresh,
eff a crow cav one, two, three.
Grief will quickly come to thee"
The foolish rhyme had been in
an old book belonging to her
nursery days, together with a
number OF other ancient supersti.
tions, and she had never thought
of them until this afternoon,
when 1t had seemed suddenly
that a calamitous thing had be-
fallen her.
She ran downstairs again and
past the study door. She knew
that Geoffry Foster was still
there talking to her uncle. and
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garden.
The soft lap.lap of the river
broke the silence like an insid-
ious voice, and Anne quickened
her pace to escape from it.
The garden gate stood open,
and she looked up and down the
road, straining her eyes through
the darkness in a vain attempt
to see.
Supposing he never came back
any more! A suffocating feeling
rose in her throat and she wrung
her hands together. Supposing
he had walked out Of her life as
suddenly and Unexpectedly as he
had returned to 1t. Panic closed
about her heart. She began to
remember the many hard things
she had. said to him, and 1t
seemed now that all along she
had been too critical; too impa.
tient. ' ..
He had suffered in the past
more cruelty than she, far more,
because he had paid a penalty
which had been undeserved.' He
was not guilty! He had told her
so with his own lips ana
yet could she believe 1t
was the truth. when she knew
that he had SO often lied to her
since?
She was turning back into the
garden when she heard a footstep
a long way up the road.
Her heart seemed to leap into
her throat as she stood, straining
her ears to listen. Was it he?
The steps came nearer and
nearer. and when they were but
a little distance off she called his
name. John"
The footsteps quickened, and
with sudden passionate relief she
broke into a run to meet him.
"Oh, John" She was in his
arms. clinging to him as il she
could never let him go. every
thing forgotten but the relief that
he was with. her again.
A sudden break in the clouds
overhead let through a glimmer
of pale moonlight and showed the
Fortune Hunter the face that lay
against his shoulder. There were
tears in her dark lashes, and her
lips were quivering. His arms
frightened more closely about her
Had something happened that
she had come to meet him like
this? He was afraid to ask, and
after moment she broke out: II
was afraid-I thought you had
gone-I thought"
Then she turned her face away
and broke into bitter sobbing.
II LOVE YOU" .,....
The Fortune Hunter held her
closely, and his face was gray
with pain in tho moonlight. II
this was not their good-by 1t
would soon have to come, he
knew: and he looked past her
bowed head to where the road
would sway in the moonlight like
a white ribbon-the road by which
he would presently 60 out Of her
life forever.
When presently she raised her
head to wipe the tears away he
bent and kissed her without speak
ing, a long, solemn kiss, looking
into her eyes as II he were try
ing to remember their sweetness
for all time.
II love you-I love you" he
said, and she answered tremu.
lously, as she had answered him
once before:
And I love you-with all my
heart and soul"
He bent his head to hers, so
that she could not see his face
as he answered hoarsely:
my dear-my dear--if only I
were worth loving"' She hardly
caught the words, and would not
have understood their passionate
regret IL she had; for the moment
she was quite happy; she had for
gotten everything that had caused
her sorrow; he loved her, and the
knowledge Of his love was all suf-
ficient. ...-.
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The Story of an Adventurer, Who
Finding Body in the Woods, Had
the Identity of the Dead Man
wished Upon" Him.

This morning I wish that 1t
never need" she said with a haif
sigh, and then quickly: mo.
don't; it's wonderful to think that
there are ever SO many tomorrows
waiting for US both-you and
me" she said. She put her hand
over his as 1t lay on her arm.
John. there is just one thing 1
want to say to you." she said with
sudden earnestness. "and then we
will never speak of it again till
till you say you want Il. It's
this. dear: Everything that's
gone wrong since you came
home-I mean about the-the
photograph of that girl, and-and
meeting her in London and
everything else-I just want to
forget 1t, and-and to think that
some day you will tell me all
about it. / want you to believe
that I do trust you still-like 1
always did; and then-then we can
be quite happy" She waited. al
most afraid to raise her eyes, but
when at last she did, she saw how
white he was. You're not angry
with me?" she faltered.
Angry with you?" He drew
his hand from hers almost roughly
and quickened his steps SO that
they took him a pace ahead Of her.
II should like to go down on my
knees to you," he said hoarsely.
Anne" there was a note of wild
ness in his voice, "if. some day.
you found out that / wasn't-all
that you think me; II you found
out that hadn't always gone
straight-all these years'-he turn.
ed and faced her in desperation
what would you do?"
"You don't mean that-that-
you were guilty of-of-when you
went away?" she faltered.
mo, no; 1 swear to you. told
you before"
The color came back to her face;
she drew q long breath Of relief.
There couldn't be anything else
very bad, then" she said; and once
again his impulse to tell her the
whole wretched story died away.
They spent the morning wander
ing through the woods and fields,
and they came back past the five
barred gate. where the Fortune
Hunter had sat that evening in the
sunset and counted the silver in
his pocket.
And there he paused for a mo-
ment and took Anne in his arms
and kissed her before they went
on again, she laughing and happy
as a child and he with the sorrow
of all the world in his heart. His
wandering, reckless life. his care
less. misspent youth, seemed to
VAIN with MN tudt ouHhy hioi IL
ing and mock him.
Look where we have led you"
they seemed to say. Look where
you might have been but for us"
AS they walked home through
the village they met Fernie com.
ing out OF the little postoffice. 1t
was impossible for him not to have
seen them. but he passed them
with his eyes steadily averted and
without acknowledgment.
The Fortune Hunter turned
white to the lips, and for a moment
despair filled his heart. He hardly
heard Anne's indignant exclama-
ton. The whole world had gone
black before his eyes.
For he knew now that his luck
had, indeed, failed him. And that, =,
although last night in Fernie's cot
tage he had played his trump card,
he had none the less lost the
game.
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ness, sneszing. The second and
third doses usually break up the
cold completely and end! all grippe
misery.
"Pape's Cold Compound" 10 the
quickest, suPest relief known and
costs only a few cents at dug
stores. Tastes nice Contains no
Quinine. Insist upon PspsA
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"Pape's Cold Compound" Breaks Cold In Few Houlu

Instant Relief! Don't stay stuffed.
UP! Quit blowing and snuffling!
Take "Pape's Cold Compound"
every two houts until three doses
are taken. The first dose opens
clogged-up nostrils and air pas.
ssges OF head: stops nose running:
relieves headache, dullness. feverish.
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CHAPTER XXI.
The Truth at Last.

The Fortune Hunter had always
considered himself to be a man
with steady nerves, but as the day
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TO Harness the Jordan

ONE of the great undertakings for resettlng Paes-
tine is to use the swift current of the Jordan from
Mt Herman to the Dead Sea to furnish electrical pow
er for light, railways, and industrial purposes,
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\ New Viewpoint On the Much
Discussed 'Servant Problem

doing the work that had under
taken efficiently and I hoped to the
satisfaction Of DR.. and Mrs. Olm.
sted. Our constant discussions
were calories, food properties, vita
mines, family budgets and other
matters relating to scientific house
keeping. I soon systematized ths
work so that seven hours was high
daily average; my mornings work
being usually finished before 1880
when I was free to write while
was fresh instead Of at the fag end
Of a workers day If I had chosen
ano, Ner occupation. The dinner
was prepared IN an hour and halt
to two hours, the dishes being cut
Of the way by O'Clock; but any
evening I wished to go out earlier
DR.. and Mrs. Olmsted would help or
even volunteer to wash the dishes,
including pots and pans. They
realized that I had the same cul-
tural needs as themselves and were
always willing to aid ard abet me In
satisfying them.
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eggs, SIX ounces Of ham, one eouarter
pound of Gruyere or Parmesan
cheese
Giaclnta was mixing the eggs
very thoroughly into the -four.
You must take at least twenty
minutes over this" she says. "All
the success of the dish depends upon
1t. Some pastry you can hardly
touch or look at, but this wants solid
hard work"
Now she continues, "roll it out
as thin as possible, almost to paper.
and lay it OH q cloth to dry for a.
short time. Meanwhile, chop the
ham and cheese"
Cut circular pieces out of the
pastry with a jam tart cutter" she
adds ten minutes later, "and place
little of the ham and cheese in the
center of each. Fold over" (suiting
her actions to her words) "into half
moons and decorate the edges with
q fork or by any method you like.
Now they are ready. l am going to
fry them in boiling fat to a pale
straw color and garnish with
chopped parsley.
"They are equally appetizing boiled.
In this case drop them into boiling
water, well salted. When they are
cooked they will rise to the surface.
Drain off the water, sprinkle with
parsley and serve very hot"
We'll, what else can you make
with this pastry?" I inquire.
Foundation of Many Dishes
Things without number, sig
norina. This is called .fetticini,' ,
and is the foundation Of many Ital-
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Ian Dishes" she adds as she bends
over the old tiled stove. "Cut it
up INTO ribbons, long and narrow.
about quarter of an inch across
boil it in the way I have lust told
you and then serve it as you would
macaronl - smothered in tomato
sauce, cheese, rich gravy, butter or
win little pieces of finely chopped
liver, meat or fish. But, sicnorina
Will dlvulge to You the great Sc
cret of the Italian cook, who makes
tettlclni successfully, and that is
never to touch them with fork or
spoon. when once they are in the
water, with the idea of separating
them. That they will do by them.
selves when once they rise to the top
OF the water, and then, and then
only, must they be iig.tv touched.
"A favorite dish for children is
made by rolling it into long, narrow
rolls about quarter of all inch
round-twisting into true lovers
knots, frying light brown, then
sprlnkling it with sugar"
went up OH the flat roof, the
awning overhead casting a grateful
shade; grape vines trellised the
sides, the scent of an ayenue NJ
pink oleanders rose from beneath.
and the lake was dark blue streak
IN the distance.
"Buon Appetite sings out Gia-
clnta triumphantly, her rich South
ern beauty slightly flushed, as she
places the little dish of tempting
golden brown crescents, puffy and
light, with their decoration of bright
green parsley, before me.
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"Common Garden V.arietiies" Ma,
Be Served in Piquant, Appetiiziing
Styles for Any Meal Of the Day

con fat and In It cook three t.,,.
spoonfuls OF minced green penr..
and one teaspoonfrl OF an..d
onion. Add one pint each Of car,.a
tomatoes and drained, canned .o,s
one rounding teaspoonful Of suy,,
half bay leaf, three-ouarters >,
a teaspoonful Of salt and a quarxr
Of teaspoonful Of paprika. sim.
mer for fifteen minutes and sers
in a heated vegetable dish, r1,hbs,
over with a cut Glove Of garlic.
Lenten Salad
Mix together one cupful Of dle.s
ce.ery, half cupful each Of brok.,
black walnuts and sliced radishe,
one tablespoonful Of chopped yous,
onions, three tablespoonfuls a,
shredded cresg and one CHOPPED
hard-boiled egg. Moisten With +,
boiled dressing and arrange n
mounds in lettuce leaves. Maa
with additional dressing and sprinn.
with chopped green peppers.
Spinach Outlets
Cook two quarts of washed su!r.
ach in salted water to cover, and
when tender drain and rub throuz1
a sieve. Add q cupful Of bread
crumbs, one tablespoonful Of niaes;
onion, salt and paprika to tasts
half a cupful Of the water IN whica
the spinach was cooked and TIE
yolks Of two eggs we'll beaten. Cox
over hot water, stirring until tss
mixture leaves the sides Of the pan
then remove from the fire and to,s
out on large platter. Chill, foru
into outlet shapes, egg and brea
crumbs, and by means Of a fryn,
basket cook in deep hot fat to ric
brown. Drain on brown paper BE-
fore serving.
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until light and Drowned. Serve ar

once.
A delicious combination vege-
table dish is made from celery and
green peppers, as suggested for the
Sunday night supper. Cut the pep
pers, remove the seeds, wash aud
parboil for fifteen minutes in salt
cd water. Drain and fill with mix
ture CT bread crumbs, CHOPPED oys-
ters (drained), chopped stewed
celery, salt and paprika to taste, q
little chopped parsley and melted
butter. Cover the tops with but
tered crumbs and bake III q quick
oven for fifteen minutes.
One of the best methods Of serv-
ing cabbage (cooked) is hot slaw.
Place in tho upper part of the
double boiler one tablespoonful each
OF flour and sugar, one teaspoon
full of salt, few grains each of
cayenne and mustard and three
quarters of cupful of milk. Stir
constantly over hot water until
tl1ickened and add one beaten egg
and three cupfuls of shredded.
cooked cabbage. When the cabbage
IS heated, add about half cupful Of
weak vinegar.
The Weeks Supplies
Supplies for the week will include
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2tables Fresh Dried Canned Needed Winter Mer
Choose the Markets Most Plentiful
Offerings for Economy and Reliable
Prepared Brands for Safety

manding Something new" in the
eating line, try serving the vegeta-
bles in novel ways-par exemple, the
addition of tiny sautAd pearl onions
to drained canned peas; q cauli-
flower in pudding style; new
dressing for the rather tasteless
cooked winter beets; braising the
outer stalks Of q bunch of celery.
oyster plant served as an escalloped
dish, and spinach made into souf-
fie or outlets.
Almost all vegetables are decided
ly the better if cleaned and allowed
to stand in cold water for two or
three hours before cooking. A little
sugar, as we'll as salt, added to the
water in which they are cooked will
add to the flavor and sweetness.
When vegetables are to be served
plain be generous with the butter
i'll seasoning and in carrots, spinach,
cabbage, onions, ETC.; q little thin
cream added as we'll will mean much
for favor. Place the seasoned
vegetable over hot water for seven
minutes to let the seasoning Steam
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4 COOPERATIVE Member

It was some time before ] could
free myself from the recollection or
the way in which ! was accustomed
to have my maids do their work; n
how many things I had had stand
ards of conspicuous service rather
than human ones. Mrs. Olmsted
had successfully substituted human
for traditional demands.
Gradually I became established as
cooperating member Of the home
with no question of equality or dif-
ference. It had only been my own
preconceptions that had delayed the
relationship Of perfect cooperation.
[ had chosen to do houseworA 10
free Mrs. Olmstcd for her pro1es-
sional duties. Ny free choice wes
regarded by her as giving hoGse-
work the same dignity as her pre-
fession. 1t was my own conven-
tional idea of the proper attitude
for housekeeper to hold that died
hard.
The best Of tbs bargain has
fallen to me. First although my
room is small it is much more COM
Portable than the one for which |
paid $S q week last winter, and
have the unlimited use of the house
all day, which the family has the
opportunity to enjoy for only few
hours in the evenings. Every part
of it is mine to use freely.
Secondly, have better remunera-
tion. Mrs. Olmsted's monthly
cheque probably quadruples mine,
but after she has paid for her daily
lunches and streetcar fares and the
expenses incident to her work, her
share of the household expenses
and my wages, / doubt if she has
as much remaining for personal sat-
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pound, one pound and half Of
breast Of veal at 80 cents a pound.
one pound Of ham for 45 cents, half
pound Of bacon at A cents a pound
and two pounds of rib chops for the
crown" at 4S cents a pound.
At the fish market, two pounds of
haddock at % cents a pound, one
pound and a half of smelts at 30
cents pound, one-third of a pound
Of salt cod at 2S cents a pound, ore
roe shad for $1.4O and ono dozen
oysters at 2 cents each.
Purchase for the dairy supplies
two pounds of table butter at az
cents pound, three quarters Of a
pound of oleo at 80 cents pound,
SIX quarts Of Grade B milk at 16
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By Ern E. Barrett
for lunch TODAY.

SsWHAT for lunch to-day, Gia>
cinta?" I n7urlnured drowsily
from my white, pillowy. befrilled
bed, as she enters with my steaming
morning coffee, crusty brown rolls
and thin, slell-like pats of butter.
She throws back the narrow green
shutters, and glinpses of 1talys
melting blue nlountaina, cypress
trees and olive groves appear in one
grand flood of sunshine. lay peace
July content at one Of the pleasant
est hours Of the day, q pile Of letters
and newspapers, from home, be-
side me.
To-day, signo,ina. ! give you
ravioli," she says.
"Ravioli?" T repeat, blinking in
the strong sunlight. "Ravioli?
Ah.' ] add in sudden
burst OF inspiration. "Only another
dish of your eternal nacaroni. The
same bad, bold creature, scantily
clothed and disguised under another
name. hiding under sauce and con-
versatlon at q New York dinner
table.
"Si, signorlna,' says Giacinta
meekly-
s'When in Rome
Your cookery, 0 fair Giacinta, )"
| continue, always expresses the
national character Of Italy. French
food is clever end amusing because
the French people are the same.
Yours is oily and flattering and
somewhat, I regret to say, double
faced at times. The oil bottls stands