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A night watchman for a lumber
yard banged through, the all-night
restaurant door, swallowed e uaug-
ful of wturky,cottee, .grabbed up a
packet of sandwiches, and banged
ed out again.
"San" said Alkali suddenly,
"did you ever hear tell Of Windy
-- Windy 3lacpherson of Bear
Creek V' •
"Sure." I answered. "Ran a
cow outfit out there in the early
days, e•nutr west and struck it riche
on the island.
••Yep, the same: When I first
came into the territories as a
iou;tgster I got •a job with Windy •
en the fall roundup. His ranch,
house stood et the bead of the
creek,. a rough lumber :hack, bare V
• to •every wind out of heaven. A
se np°e of years before I blew in, a
Nova Scotia schoolmarm got her
rope en him an' a tight catch on
r ➢utfit, so sobriety au' sorrer.i
b,: came their little song.
—Windy were a bloomin' boast -s
f..I little Setotch C'anucL. with .e4
nose that steels. out of his fare Tike t
the blade of a rusty ekinnin' knife,
grayc,tatgray an' one yaller eye. He.
feat%
a gift of teri ne that would!
3a alt' a mule teamster turn inside
ens with envy-, and a natchural
taste in whiskey that years of fire-
water could not ruin; a noisy, hut- m
air artist. but sound un the bed
rook.
"The ohiii,,ltnarin, ]owever, had
the whip hand of Windt He kick-
ed like a stuck steer at first. but
ehe snubbed him up good an'
sharp at every wiggle, an' present-
ly he found hisself the most batter -
broke an' worst -surprised husband•
its the NO rthwest.
`Te :spit on the fluor was all your
life was worth, an' to let slip a cuss
in the rush of conversation male
eon freeze aolid down your spine.
"And when a kid turned np—a
it it were, -no common ordinary
entre v,iuld suit. Iiveabel Ermen
trade ie n hat they labeled her.
names the schoolmarm combed out
el a high -life novel.
• .it was twenty years ago. an'
a let .'f flange happened in be-'
to e'en. mostly to him. As you've
rten heard, the winters in that,
t,l:rzard-muthered ranch house on
Bear ('reek got too much for the
se•heel:ram so l'i Indy sold out an'
ewe tsest, bought a hundred or so
Dere., en V'ancuuver Island an'
atart,d in as a mixed farmer.
Wt' ureter laugh to think of
Windy. y t•:,rralled in a bush clearin',
d:gin' spuds, roundin' up egg
fowls. 'then he put the Iaugh over
us by strikin` coal on his spud
patch. sellin' out an' retirin' to
Vaneeriver a full-blown million-
aire.-
-Well,"
illion-aim."`•Well," I asked. turning on
Aik1l'a again. "what about Windy?"
"Yesterday evenin', feelin' tired
of t ..idq'ta ,Street, I takes a stroll
fel- myself. A dattg of independent
ebaratee'r and criminal appearance
pa 1., me up. so we points our noses
wt 1 an' fellers 'em for miles an'
"}is n1 by we arrive at English
Rae. We sinks down on a bench
on watches the bush fires in Kit-
si',an,' humin' red across the water,
dreamin' of drink, women, ham
bones, an' eats. Bym'by the hour
rolls round for me to inspect the
swell -lookers emptyin' outer the
Opera House. so we strolls back
eastward, up a long road of full-
grown mansions.
In the garden of one of the big-
gest stood an old man, I could just
'See' the red spot at the end of his
cigar and the white cardboard chest
of his glad rags. The big house be-
hind him was all lit up, and from.
the windows came the strains o'
revelry.
"As we strolled past, from under
the gate came the squeaks of what
sounded like a maddened canary
but what looked like a back -fox
muff — an impudent, insultin'
squeak it was, an' you should have
just seen my pard, the yellow
dawg, when it struck him.
" 'Hi!' pipes the old mad. `Bilii-
lrins. come here at once; hear me
Rill -i -kms l' He aims a kick at the
yaller dawg, misses, an' all but
(spills hisself on the turf.
"The yeller dawg is ple,yin' cup
, an' ball with the muff by this time.
" `Hi, you !' hollers the old un,
steadyin' hisself on his pins once
more. - `Hi, you! Call you're all -
fired husky off my dawg !'
" `Is that a dawg?' sez I. 'You
don't say. The disguise is so cun-
nin' it deceived me. Anyhow, that
ain't my dawg—it's just a private
friend/
" `O, cut that talk,'. he fairly
screams. `Dammer man, that all -
fired dawg of my missus cost $1,000
cold. Shoo ! Stop `it Billikixas.'.
`But Billikins he couwldn't stop
it; he had no say in the matter.
'However, not wishin' to see $7,,000
two .th of dawg ate before any eyes—.
it looked too
much like luxury -1
waultis the gate, puts a stranglehold
acmes theller 'use, an'draws
Billikine fiat frees, ibis throat like
a cork ,from
a
?gage,
oar'W1,yy�,nuo
bla
edto
you,
-I'm sures' 5're.
Ole 1940, mop-
pin' his dome 'w,th, A le kerehee
'My sshiefeceeeri ' ou sev. bad Eddy
blood r
n
bottl• if e
r
r �;, ,, a�awk had
been `ai.te—much obi3,ged: to you
mister/
it.)-` 'Tahfi all right, ,
�mdy,
sez
I, turnip' and welkin' t'wards the
gate.
es„ "The old elan braced up short
Serbian Parents Trace Son to Bloody Battlefield and Kiss Cross Marking Grave.
This most pathetic scene was enacted on one of the bloody battlefields which marked Serbia's sturdy
resistance to the invading forces of Austria, An old Serbian peasant had received the formal notice
from the .' War Department that his sae "had sacrificed his life in the worthy cause of the defence of the
Fatherland," With his simple wife, he laboriously trudged his way to the battlefield and there he
found the cross on which his scan's name had 'been painted and which marked the last resting place of
the glorious soldier. He stooped down and in his simple peasant way kissed the wooden cross, His
wife is standing by grief-stricken.
an' glares at me open -jawed. As I
got my hand on the latch he hollers
out, "Hi, there, what did you say
''I starts to walk up the road
after the yaller dawg. I hadn't
got more'n ten yards when 1 hears
Windy roar again:
'Hi, there, mister, hold on a
minute.'
"I turnsan' walks back. 'Well,
what's the trouble?'
"You just from the prairie—
from back home?'
"'Last week.'
" `Come inside the gate a minute.
I remembers you now—have a ci-
gar. They roll these special for
me.'
"I takes a big torpedo with a red -
an' -gold corset amidships an' lights
up; we paces up and' down puffin'
an' sayin' nothin', the strains o'
revelry corrin' to us clear an' fro-
licsome through the lighted win-
dows.
" 'How's things back east?' ask-
ed Windy, presently.
" 'Not too bad,' says I. 'Much
the same as ever.'
" 'No push, no advancement
about them folks—content to roll
along same as ever without better -
in' theirselves,' he sighs, puffin'
his cardboard chest a trifle.
"'Perhaps,' sez I, an' the con-
versation dies off a bit.
` `Don't see much of 'em. I'm
foreman of the Gridiron, myself,'
sez I, 'but I believe they're dein'
all right.'
"'She was a good little range,'
sez he, almost to hisself, 'a good
little range.'
" `She was,' sez I.
" 'Say, feller,' sez he, turnin' on
me, I jist hate not to ask you inter
the house, but the missus has a so-
cial on—she entertains the highest
society in the land, you under-
stand, an' I—I—'
" `Sure,' sez I, 'I understand all
right that this ain't Bear Creek,
an' looks kinder outer the picture,
so I guess I'll pull out. Good-
night, Mr. Macpherson.'
" `No, no,' says he,; `don't . go
yet; I got all kinder !things to ask
you.' Then he throws another look,
kinder defiant, at the window.
' ` 'Demme!' says he, in his teeth. -
`I'll take a chance it's my house,
anyhow. Come on.'
"He grabs me by the arm an'
pulls me across the lawn towards
the front door, twists the handle
gently an' sticks his head in the
crack, then he signs: to me an' we
tiptoes across the marble hall.
"Windy tiptoes up to a door an'
plants his ole yaller eye against the
keyhole, then he beckons to me an'
whispers: 'Remember my darter,
Rosabel Ermentrude 7 Well, : jist
clap your eye to this crack an'
you'll see her agarin, sittin' right
agin the door—see?'
"T looks through the keyhole an'
sees a room all lights an' palms an'
dancers. • , I see'd Rotabel Ermen-
trudes too, an' she took my breath.
away.
" 'That's a foreign dock what
she'sba , in' with,' whispers Windy
in any oft 'ear, his voice shaky with
prid , 'Them pearls round her
g r
win i
tip pipe cost �, kinn ., yansom;
he's got $3300 wortlf of dress on
et bag: thinminute.'
"4' lar s• I conyy4l csee t rrou h
� � g
the li�miite a
unaiint a£vie
w ro
viided b at keyhole, ,Rosabel' Er-
pciitrude betle't enough on her
back to make a necktie lot' a re-
spectable 'gopher,but I guess Win
dy knew:.a1I righ; he paid for it.
`{ 'Swell ---ain't she?' gbes on cher
proud
pa into my itehin earbole.
'She'dmake them girl back east
look like last year's remnant sales,
wouldn't she? She'd make them
woolly prairie boys sit up an' take
notice --eh V
" Perhaps,' sez I, withdrawin'
my eye. `Well, what now V
"Hc creeps up the stairs, one fin-
ger laid against his rusty ole nose,
an' I follows. On an' tip we goes,
round an' up again, till we're right
under the roof. He opens a door
an' clicks on the 'lectric light in a
little lean-to attic.
"'This is my bolt -hole,' says he,
'Take a seat.'
"There weren't a stick of furni-
ture in the place, barrin' two
chairs; on one wall was hung a
pair of bearskin chaps an' a quirt,
in one corner was tumbled onole
stock saddle, Windy digs under
the saddle an' produces something
wet an' some more cigars.
" `Bite off some o' that,' sez he,
pushin' me the bottle, an' ,I takes
a snort.
"First thing he does after that is
to 'pull off his collar an' tie, then he
opens his vest an' the diamond
studs in his cardboard chest, an'
sits back in his chair breathin'
comfortable.
" `How did steers sell this year?'
he asks.
" `Average,' I answers. 'Nuthin.'
to write home about.'
`Wheat pretty fair?'
" `'Poon—only three cars graded
No. 1,'
" `Hum. Wahl beats me is why
they don't strike out on some dif-
ferent line if they -can't make their
own pay—they've got no initiative,
them, people?'
"He startsin blawin' hot air
about his thrift, his outrageous
cuteness, his riches, his house and
his darter in 'his old windy way till
you'd have tho'irght he was J. P.
Morgan, Rothschild ,. and Carnegie
a, bull-headed old cowman what
had lost hisself an'.. woke up on
the luckiest :strike that ever hap-
pened..
" 'How's town lookin' V says he,
after a 'bit when he'd eased off.
"Pretty good,' says I; 'always
looks pretty good` when you've been
three months on the range.'
" `Ever hear ' em, mention me?'
he asks.
" 'Now an' again.'
"Very faintly we hears a valse
tune ' wailin'. ,somethin' soft an'
dreamy down below, an' he sits
chewin' his cigar fora a while.
"'Ever see a" feller -'round town
by name of Week—Billy Week I' he
asks, : presently.
"`Shute,' says I, 'he's still
around'
'How's the miakin' out ?'
" `Much the same as ever; does
odd jobs here an' there, wears
folks' east -off clothes, usually half
soused, an always looks middlin'
happy.'
`Hum ! Disgustin', I call it,
Man oughter have more respect for
hi•seel£, oughter try to better big -
self Ole Billy Wark jist the same.
Well, now, think t1;4. v r.
hoes ar �.v � e 1
ifi Tri nt h ine did
0 volt by
chance 2' r Y Y
"! `Oiiryes, giute f'
re uent.
He
ain't or at you,syJsays I.`Guess
I'll be goire hove, Mister
Macpher:
son.'
" `Windy, call sue Windy. So ole
Billy Wails', ain't forgot me, ain't.
he/ Wellnow, well now-- Hist!
step quiet while I let you out,'•
"We eat -walks down the stairs
again, out of the door an' across
the lawn to the gate, without a
word.
"Good -night, Windy,' said I,
holding out my hand.
"Good -night, Alkali,' sea he,
an' here, listen. He throws a
glance toward the windows an'
leans over the gate. 'Tell old Billy
Week that I ain't forgot him, nei-
ther, an' that if he ever needs a
hundred or a thousand he has only
to say the word and it's his; tell
him that if ever he should hit this
- way he's to come right up to the
door an' ask for me—Windy. I
don't tarn what she says; it's my
house, anyway. Good -night, ;boy;
good -night.'
"I felt sorry for him, 'cos I
see'd clean through his blowin' an'
hot air, an' knowed he wasn't no
gilded millionaire ,at all, but just
a rough -necked ole cowman, not.
good enough for the company his
wife an' darter chased after, sittin'
alone up in his attic, starin' at an
old pair of chaps. After this bout
of sentiment I rambles home. On
the way I fell in with the yaller
dawg, an' we becomes pards again
through the meditation of beef
bone. I guess he's home now sit -
tin' .up for me, Come on."—Lon-
don Sphere.
Dainty Dishes.
Apple Fluff:—For apple 'fluff,
stew four large apples till tender,
.pass through a..sieve, add' sugar to
taste, a little spice and the whites
of two eggs. Whisk the whole till
fluffy and pile high in a glass dish
or iserve in jelly glasses.
Eggless Salad Dressing. — One
tablespoon of butter, two table-
spoons of good vinegar, one-half
teaspoon salt, one tablespoon of
sugar, two tablespoons of flour, one
cupful of good rich milk. Beat un-
til smooth and cook until it thick-
ens. (Sugar is well omitted.)
Apple Pie with Crumbs. — Those'
who cannot eat pastry, yet require
a nice baked apple pie, should pre-
pare some apples in the usual way
for stewing,.and put into a pie -dish
with sugar to taste, and the strain
ed juice of a lemon. Then cover
with fine, stale breadcrumbs, pour
e little new milk over them and
bake un:til,tlhe apple is softand the
top nicely browned.
Buttered Buns.—Take two cups of
scalded -milk, three 'tablespoonfuls
sugar . and one' -half cup of butter.
The other ingredients consist of
one yeast cake dissolved in ` one-
fourth cup lukewarm water and
three eggs lightly beaten and flout
enough to knead. 'Scald the' milk,
when it -beeomes lukewarm add the
flour and the: yeast cake, and beat
thoroughly. Cbver and set to rise.
in 'warm place, When it is light
add salt, ,sugar and butter worked
to, a creamy consistency. Then add
eggs well beaten and flour- enough
to knead. Letit rise again until it
is' light, 'then knead lightly and
make into small, balls. . Cover and
ei t0 USE' Until light, : Bake twenty
plinutes iri ah`oven ; be sure ana
have the ove , bito t. lust before re
.::>nr trips N�1ish oat t1ie..tui5s of the
buns with egg and milk,,wash, and
bake a few minutes :longer. When
snaking these buns be carefuland
do not use too much flour.
In New South Wale there e a
100,000 more men than women.
see sesse
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THE 1RED CROSS SOCIETY.
Toronto, March 10th. ---In connec-
tion with letters and circulars that
have been sent broadcast through-
out Canada, especially from neu-
tral countries, for the purpose of
bringing the war ' to an immediate
close and 'generally propagating a
peace movement throughout the
country, the following Important
statement has been issued by the
National Committee for Patriotic
Service. The statement is signed
by Mrs. Gooderham, president, and.
Mrs. Pluniptre, Secretary of the
Committee.
The statement is as follows:—
Letters
ollows:---Letters and circulars in praise of
peace have been issued, calling ren
women all over the world to unite
in a great effort to stop -the war.
In' some eases, signatures to a pe-
t•ition are requested; in others
membership in a Peace Society. In
these circumstances, the Committee
ealls your attention to the follow-
ing considerations;.
Few, indeed, are the men or wo-
men who would hesitate to declare
themselves "in favor of peace,"
No neutral nation can hate war
with half the intensity of hate felt
by the nations who are bearing
war's burdens. But declarations
in favour of peace may he repre-
sented as condemning all who
fight, and such use has been made
of them during this war. Though
we may hate war, and though we
may admit that there is always
wrong at the root of war, yet we
cannot unconditionally condemn
all war, nor regard all belligerents
as equally guilty. History teaches
us that nations and individuals
have been compelled to draw the
sword in defence of the rights of
the weak and of 'the principles of
truth, honour, and liberty, holding
'these dearer than peace, and even
than life itself.
The war in which we are now en-
gaged is no mere scramble for gain,
nor quarrel over rights in which
all parties are alike to blame. It
is rather a struggle between the
principles of law andforce—be-
tween the policeman and the arm-
ed criminal whose liberty its a
menace to the neighbourhood. In
such a conflict, neutrality has no
particular merit; while to entreat
the policeman to step fighting does
not tend to promote peace, but
only tends •to prolong a period of
terror and insecurity.
We have drawn the sword to de-
fend the rights of the weak, the
liberty of the many, and the pledg-
ed honour of. the Empire. To
sheathe the sword before these ends
are achieved is to render uselese
the sacrifice of countless lives al-
ready laid down in defence of these
great principles; for could we at
this juncture secure peace, we
stou+1d but leave to our children a
dreadful -legacy of hate and uncer-
tainty. It would be, in truth, not
a peace but a, truce, lasting only
until the nations had recovered suf-
ficiently to test the issue once more
by an appeal to arms; and, worse
than all, we should leave Belgium
to its fate as a German province:
Shall not the women of this coun-
try bear their part.in this war -with
the same high courage and stead-
fastness of purpose as ammate our
troops? And what its our share?
To possess our souls in patience
during war's hardships and uncer
tainties ; to refrain from embar-
rassing our rulers by demands for
a premature and illusory peace, to
prepare ourselves for the new con-
ditions and duties which peace will
inevitably bring , while applying
ourselves to the peculiar tasks im-
posed by war; and, above all, so to
bear ourselves; as to be an inspira-
tion in
nspira-tionin courage and self-sacrifice to
the men who are fighting far our
Empire—and far us. This is our
share.
When Germany has learned that
right is atronger than might; when
the mailed fist no longer threatens
Europe, then may we hope for a
peace which our children's children
may inherit. And with such a
peace, we may hand cu, unbroken,
the great traditions of our Empire
—honour unstained, liberty safe-
guarded, justice vindicated.
Such are some of the conditions
before we unreservedly condemn
war, or make petitions for imme-
diate peace,
Signed •on behalf of the Nation-
al Committee,
MARY R. GOODERHAM,
President:
ADELAIDE M. PL MPTRE,
Secretary,
77 King St. East, Toronto,
Dishes I(ade With Cream Cheese.
Cheese and Pepper Salad.—Re-
move
alad. Re -move the tap from a sweet green
pepper and wash out the inside,
taking out all seeds and drying
with a clean cloth, Cream a cabs
of cream cheese with a, little fresh
cream and mix with it some chop-
ped walnut meats and a. very little
finely minced red pepper. Season
with salt and pepper. Stuff the
pepper with this and put on the ice
until it. becomes firm and cold.
Then slice in thin slices with a very
sharp steel knife and serve as a
garnish for cold meat or else on let-
tuce leaves for a salad.
Cheese Balls.—Cheese balls are
an appetizing accompaniment to
any green salad. They can be put
on the separate portions of salad or
else passed in a little cheese dish
with a silver fork. Toasted wafers
served with them add to their at-,
tractiveness. One way to make
then. is to soften acake of cheese
with a little fresh cream and 'to
mould it into 'balls. Into each ball
press two perfect halves of wal-
nuts. Another way is to roll the
balls in minced, fresh parsley. Stilt
another way is to mix the cheese
with minced pecans and then form
it into balls.
Frozen Cheeses. --These can be
served with salad and are especial-
ly appropriate on a warm day with
a crisp, cool salad of fresh vege-
tables. To make them. moisten the
cheese slightly with cream and sea-
son it generously with paprika and
salt. Then add enough chopped
red pepper to make the cheese
quite peppery and hot, Press, into
alittle pasteboard box, lined with
waxed paper, and freeze in salt
and ice.
Iced Cheese Creams.—Mix twe,
ounces of freshly grated Gruyere
cheese with three ounces of freshly
grated Parmesan. Add a gill of
liquid aspic, a generous sprinkling
of cayenne pepper, and a cupful of
stiff whipped cream. Put the mix-
ture into little paper cases, arrange
them in a tin can or box and ,pack'
them in ice and salt to freeze.
Weights and 1Vteastlres.
Two cups butter (solidly packed)
weigh -one pound.
Two cups ,granulated.sugar weigh"
one pound. •
Two and two-thirds cups powders
ed sugar weigh one pound. -
Four cups flour (about). weigh
one pound.
Nine or ten eggs weigh one
pound..
Two tablespoons butter weigh
one ounce. '
Four .tablespoons flour weigh one,
ounce.
If a roan has the right kind of ma-
teriel in his makeup, it doesn't
matter whether he was born with 'a
silver spoon or wooden ladle in his
mouth.
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