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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Exeter Times-Advocate, 1925-7-2, Page 6GREEN TEA The little leaves and tips from high ountain tea gardens, that are used in SALADA are much finer in flavor than any Gunpowder or Japan. Try it. IP w 4 lus•!'clN,, s'e'ar BOYS' UNION SUIT. Any boy from eight to sixteen years of age will feel comfortable during the warm weather, if wearing the athletic garment pictured here. It is an exact copy of the kind worn by "Dad," which will. be sufficient re- commendation of its worthiness: Naincheck or soft nainsook would be suitable materials. Pattern No. 1143 is cut knee-length and buttons down the front. The short sleeves may be omitted if desired and the armholes faced. Cut in sizes 8. 10, 12, 14 and 16 years. Size 10 years requires 2% yards of material 27 inches wide. Price 20 cents. Our Fashion Book illustrates the newest and most practical styles. Price 10 cents, including a FREE coupon good for five cents in the pur- chase of any pattern. HOW TO ORDER PATTERNS. Write your name and address plain- ly, giving number and size of such patterns as you want. Enclose 20c in stamps or coin (coin preferred; wrap it carefully) for each number, and address your order to Pattern Dept., Wilson Publishing Co., 78 West Ade- laide St., Toronto. Patterns sent by return mail. Sentence Sermons. The World Bestows—Scant atten- tion ttertion on the man who only imitates. —Few permanent honors`on the man who Iacks sincerity. —None of its big prizes on the one who does not possess initiative. —Little of its friendship on the man who never lifts another's load. —No blessing that is not attended by some curse if it is prostituted. —No great rewards on the man who has to be told the same thing twice. —Only ridicule on. the braggart who cannot defend his boast. 'Hello I. Slip a pacicale in your pocket when., you tto home toe nights. Give the youngstelrs` this wholesomelot►' iaslint sweet - foie pleasure a si benefit. 1tse it yourself smoking or irytiit>'tt vtosla dras, it's a' 'aIlanitesbener, An Indian's Dainty Appetite. Our likes and dislikes in eating soon become prejudices., and sometimes the prejudices are strong. • What we have found to suit our tastes we cling to passionately, An Italian met an Eighth girl at a party, and they fell in love with each other. The courtship was happy, and they were married. All went well until the husband brought home some beef. Being a true English woman, the bride roasted it for dinner. The husband found it dry and tasteless; to him the goodness had all been cooked out of it. "Next time let me cook the meat," he said. He had his turn and, cutting up the beef, cooked it with vegetables and garlic The wife did not like it. So thereafter for the sake of peace when the meat came into the house it was divided into two, and each cooked it to suit himself. Prejudice seems 'to increase the far- ther north we travel, until we meet the Eskimo, who must have his fat and blubber . But even before we get to the Arctic Circle we find many per- sons who have deep-seated prejudices about eating. A missionary whowas journeying. northward with his dog. train met a hungry Indian and invited him to share his dinner, which con- sisted of a tin of pork and beans and a few extra slices of pork added. When it was cooked to the satisfaction of the. missionary he took his tin plate and poured out half the beansandpork on it and placed it before the Indian, in- tending to eat his own portion out of the can. The Indian looked round and, seeing a piece of newspaper in the mission- ary's outfit, spread it out on the- snow. Then he took the can and dumped the contents out on the paper and added to it the portion that was on the plate. With his• hunting knife he carefully picked out the meat and pushed it to one side of the paper and scraped the beans to the other. Then, pointing to the meat, he said: "Him for Indian. Touching the beans with his nife, he pointed to the missionary. "Him for white man," he said, and added by way of explanation, "Indian no cow." He Knew Thackeray Too Well. Distinguished men are -not not alway s secure against the sneers of those who knew them in. their undistinguished and perhaps unpromising youth. Years after Thackeray had become the great novelist, says a writer in the London Opinion, an old schoolfellow of his was at a dinner with a gentleman who was interested in literary matters. The schoolfellow happened to mention the Charterhouse, whereupon the other asked him whether he had ever known Thackeray there. "Thackeray, sir? What Thackeray?" he answered with a contemptuous stare. "I mean the great Thackeray," was the answer. "What," he rejoined, 'the fellow .who wrote books? Oh, yes; he was my fag, and a sniveling little beggar I thought him. Often have I given him a sound kick fpr a false quantity in his Latin verses. I thought nothing of him, sir—nothing, I can assure you." "Ah, but," said the writer, "you have changed your mindsince, of course?" "Not at all," was the growling re- sponse. "Why should I?" "Why, on. account of his books," was the amazed reply. "Never read a syllable of them, I give you my word;" retorted the other. .;s Minard's. Liniment for Backache. Unprepared. On the whole, he was a decent little chap, but, as he had an unfortunate predilection for cricket, it, is not as-. tonishing that he should occasionally have played truant from school to in- dulge in his favorite sport. But, alas, he was always found out, and the con- sequences were always dire. - One day, however, he hit on a bright idea. Going to a telephone, he tailed up his teacher and, assuming a deep, mature voice, explained that his `son would be unable to attend school that day. "Thank you very much for the mes- sage;" courteously replied the teacher. 'Who is it speaking?" The query somewhat staggered the small delinquent. .. "Er—this is my father speaking, 'he faltered lamely. ove Gees Itself THE STORY OF A BLOOD FEUD BY ANNIE S. SWAN, 'Love gives itself and is not bought,"'e--Iiongfelloi, CHAPTER XX,-- (Cont'd,) "Where can I find you if 'I should want to write, for I don't suppose you'll write to me?" "I won't, Letters complicate life. Just think of the oceans qt unneces- sary stuff that has deluged writing- paper! The trouble of it is, none of it can be recalled. Some of zt"—he added with a sort of measured' bitter-• ness—"has made hell of a man's • life, But if you've anything to tell me you think it would give me -the glad eye to hear you can write to the Can- adian B. auk of Commerce, either at Vancouver or at Dawson City. They know me at both ends—•for my sins!" Rankine took out his pocket -book to. make a note, and at the moment some- thing fluttered ' out a picture post card he hadgot from Judy while : he was waiting for her in London, It had nothing written on it but the day and hour of her arrival, but he had kept it because it was a picture of Stair, a particularly pleasing one, of a soft, brownish tint, showing the noble frontage to the seg. Somehow, though he had known of it being there, he had not shown it to Affery. He did it now. "That's Stair," was all he said, as he passed it over. Affery's eyes had an odd expression in them as they were riveted to the picture. - "The place you've told me of, and which you had to leave?" "The houseof my fathers," answer- ed Rankine, simply, but when he held out his hand for it, to his surprise Affery pushed it into his own pocket! "The man who was born there does- n'tneed to carry dime pictures of it about with him. I'll keep it. Well—it's 'Al•l aboard' now. Good-bye. Stick to Mother Isaacstein as long as you can. She has points worth consider- ing in New York city." He held out an abrupt, alinost un- willing hand which Rankine gripped forlornly, realizing in one fell swoop, as it were, the utter desolation which would oyerwhelm him the moment the West -bound train steamed out. "Say, Affery—perhaps it was a mis- take, but—hang it all!—you know, I hadn't the - right to glue myself on to. you like that. Besides--" 'Besides—you didn't cotton to my yarn! Right-ol But we'll meet on. the Yukon yet—nothing surer than that!" They shook hands solemnly, . and Affery sprung himself on to the foot- board. of the train and - disappeared behind the black attendant's ample back. Almost immediately the train moved out, and though he strained his eyes until its tailelights-•had disap- peered, Rankine caught no further glimpse of Affery. It was now only seven o'clock, and as he was without- resources, and did not care to go down town alone, he re- turned by the quickest -way te his boarding-house in Forty-second Street. When he opened the door, the hot, acrid smell of food met him, and from various signs he gathered that the evening meal was in progress in the dining -room. A black boy, whom he had not before seen, appeared pres- ently with a tray laden with soiled plates. He grinned pleasantly, and putting down the tray, stepped forward, offer- ing to brush Rankine's coat. It was a very friendly shining faceabovethe clean, white, linen jacket, and, in spite - of -himself, Rankine smiled back. "Too late, am I not, Sambo?" "Only a leetle,, sir. I'm jes gwine to bring up the chicken hash," he ans- wered cheerily. At an ordinary moment Rankine wouldhave decided against the chicken hash—whatever that might mean but he was hungry, - and the fear of solitude was upon him; so, after washing his . hands in a little cloakroom off the passage, he ventured into the dining -room in Sambo's rear. To his surprise, he encountered a full table at the head of which sat Mrs. Isaacstein, still in black satin; though of newer and shinier make. Eleven pairs of eyes in addition to hers were instantly turned upon -the neer-comer, whom she beckoned to her side. As his tall figure made its way up behind the chairs to the place re- served for him, an insensate desire to laugh took possession of him. He was. no longer Alan Rankine of Stair, heir to the noble dignity and all the pres- tige of a great house, but a mere bit of flotsam on the sea of life ir. New York! He was boarder number nine- teen, and latest protege of Mrs. Ikey Isaacstein. How did he ever get himself into such a weird position, and why had he been such a puppet. in Affery's.hands? He had good honey in his pocket still, and surely it' were better for a man to live for a few days in surroundings befitting his position than many days in such environment as this. Bat what was his position, after all? It was the question uppermost in his mind as he slid into his chair, with a word of pology to his landlady, and a slight, distant bowto the as- sembled -multitude. ' A. long, lean man with a pointed beard which gave him a ridiculous re- semblance to caricatures of Uncle Sam, had been holding forth at the moment of Rankine's entrance, and Breaking it Gently, Suitor (proposing in a new way)- "Mademoiselle, would you feelin- clined to give me an opportunity of celebrating a silver wedding with you, twenty-flve years from now?"• . If build n a future� seems a �gslow process --think of the mason who lays his bricks one by one—and think of the huge buildings which have been constructed in this manner. - ... URSES The Taranto Hospital' for rndurshtea, IS dentition rt Niat on wltH Beffeede and Allied "Flaa 14t'r." New 'York City effort o three years, Cadres - of Tralntn, to youth, women, - hayleg the ewes education, and de;iroueof boeomine nitres. Hda lFal has adopted the of hi. hour tyatom, Tho pupate receive uniform, of the School, a Monthly 011eWdnee and travr•Ilins expenses tei end from Now Writ. For further tutformatihr apply to the $uporintehdont.. now resumed in his slow, drawling voice : "It's true. chat I was sayin', Mre. Isaacstein, The great Amurrican con- tinent ain't bele' developed on the right lines. That's why it's taken so mighty long to make good." "Oh, come, "Jr. Willis!" put in a small, clerkly -cooking person, with weak eyes protected by enormous gog- gles, which gave him the look of a caricature, too, "we can't allow that. to pass. Can we, Miss Foljambe?" Rankine started at the name; which certainly had no American sound, and following the direction of the second speaker's glance, he beheld a hand- some, florid woman of very artificial appearance, slightly overdressed, and quite_ evidently interested in him, for he met her eyes in a straight stare which slightly disconcerted him. "Perhaps the new gentleman might help to refute or confirm Mr. Willis's statement that America is ,notre- garded with sufficient respect abroad?" she said boldly, axnious to draw him into the conversation. Rankine, though not naturally a conspicuously .shy man in his own walk in life, felt his color rise. The whole situation seemed to him ',.so that, in spite of himself, he smiled. After all, why not take the comedy with the tragedy! So he answered solenmly, "I have not heard sufficient of the argument to entitle me to take part in the dis- cussion. But so far as I am aware, sir, „spur great American nation is fully respected and appreciated— specially ." in the' country where I "Germany!" put in a small piping voice from the bottom of the table. It came from a slight, girlish -looking creature who. might, from her appear- ance, have been a chorus -girl or an assistant in some cheap departmental store. "God forbid!" fell swiftly and spon- taneously from Rankine's lips, where- at some laughed consumedly. But Mrs. Isaacstein tapped :his arm in good-humored rebuke. "Ach, come now; that is not quite fair, Mister Rankine!" "It is not; and I beg your pardon, Mrs. Isaacstein," he answered prompt- ly, and with a charming grace which disarmed her at once. The -old bore who had started the discussion began to meander on about the various attributes of the great American nation, and Rankine used the opportunity, whilewaiting for his portion of the chicken hash, to take a further survey of his fellow -guests. They were a motley crew, just such es one might encounter in any second or third-rate :boarding-house. Ran- kine's lips Set themselves' rather grim- ly as he asked himself whether this was his measure in the new country. Apparently it was the one set for him by Affery, who was a citizen of the world. ` Suddenly, about half -way down the table, his gaze encountered a pair of pleasant grey eyes, which met his in a somewhat quizzical smile. They shone out of a woman's oval-shaped face, freshly -colored, and thus differ- ing from the usual pale or parchment - like faces of the majority of the wo- men. Her brown air was neatly braided, and she wore a black frock with a little tucker of clean lawn. at the neck and wrists, which gave her a somewhat Madonna -like look. She might have been about twenty-eight or thirty years of age, and, while not beautiful, or even pretty, Rankine de- cided that she was the only person worth knowing at the table, and that he would take the earliest opportunity of getting to know her. She did not take. any part in the conversation, which, indeed, was mon- opolized by the usual •bores. But she listened with that- quizzical expression on her face which indicatedthat she did not miss a single point, and that, evidently, her sense of humor res- ponded. The chicken hash was followed by a weird assortment of pie of various kinds, and thereafter what they called biscuits and cheese;, thea an adjourn- ment was made for coffee in what was euphemistically termed the lounge, or drawing. -zoom on the opposite side of Rinso dissolves cotnpfr'tely makes rich soapy solution a Iyy 1 � soaks dirt out 1. 8.449 Nortmentlemitil questions. which Rankine answered` at random, giving them certain bam- boozling particulars regarding him= self, which they afterwards found it dificult to piece together, "I have, vulgarly speaking, been pulling their leg," he said to Miss Dempster, when they got clear of the house, "Heavens, what a place, and what a people! May I ask if they are a fair sample?" "What of?" asked Jean Dempster. with a good-natured smile. "The great. American nation." "Of a section of it --yes. The sec- tion which subsists on the border -line. I've been at Mrs. Isaacstein's for over three years; so I've had a pretty good opportunity of studying the brand." "But how have you stood itso long —and why?" he asked with a puzzling side -glance at the calm, clear profile of her face. "Oh, well, it's a good boarding-house as such places go. It suits my purse and my employment. I'm at the head of a stenographer's office on •Broad- way. I have fifty girls under me. I have a good salary, but everything is dear in New York, and I send money home." "To Pollokshields?" "Yes. To my mother and my little invalid sister. That's why I live with Mrs. Isaacstein, -. She's the soul of kindness and honesty. You'll like her, after you've been there a bit—that is if you are going to stop; but, some- how, you don't look like Mrs. Isaac - stein's i" "I tried hard to flatter myself that I did not, but the man who introduced me evidently thought I did." "Who was it? Any of those there to -night?" "No. A man of the name of Affery, whose report on Mrs. Isaacstein's co- incided with yours. He's gone off to- night to the Far West. Ever seen or heard of him?" --- "•Liss Dempster shook her. head. "Never. But hundreds come and go. Are you settling in New 'York?" "I don't. know. To -morrow I have to present some letters of introduction which ,vill probably decide my' future more or less." "You will like New York after you have got used to it." "It seems a place of incredible bustle. Does everybody live and move and have their being continuously at such breakneck speed? If they do, how do they keep it up?" Miss Dempster•. smiled the calm smile of superior knowledge. "Oh, ..that doesn't mean anything it's just a pose! And for work! They don't begin to know what it means to work as we know it in Scotland. They're always talking about it, but they don't get any further. Oh, yes —they keep tremendous hours; but that's because they haven't mastered the elements of economy in work, or business, or time. But you can't help liking them; and the better class are lovely people. I attend` Trinity Pres- byterian Church. I have some friends there worth their weight in gold. They are kind to me, in spite of Mrs. Isaac - stein's! I've met more real kindness in New York than anywhere else in. the world." "Haveyou been aboutthe world much then?" "A goodish bit. I made a bad mar- riage with a man who, I found, had already a wife living. I had to. leave Scotland. :you know what Scotch. pride is! I've made a good living here, and I'm saving money fast. Sonic day, please God, I'll go back to bonnie cot an , buy a little house at Hunt - you'll stop very long at Isaracstein's." "I. wonder!" said. Ranldne, as they turned into the white glare of Broad- way. "Anyhow, New York isn't the howling wilderness it was a couple of hour's ago!" • . (To be continued.) Names. Names! . I•hate the tyranny of names, Harsh things, inflexible- as woCelen frames, From which each timid spirit must peer out Upon his fellows, through a gilded doubt, And wonder, sometimes, what his gaze might see Of loveliness—but for that pedigree. I hope when I reach Heaven I shall meet No pompous angel .strutting down the street, To introduce me to the other dead With knowing words, much better left unsaid. Such. fragile things are souls—they need to be. Left to explore each other silently: I'll want to walk around and simply stare, Until I find one ghost whose special air Appeals to me. Then I shall dare to say, "I think I saw your thoughts on earth one day; Tree -shadow on a river was your smile, I like- your wings . . shall we be friends a while?" --Than Dareth Prosper, For First Aid-Minard's Liniment: Beyond His Depth. Bobby—"Can you swim, Mr. Little mon?" Littiemon—"Not a stroke, Why do you ask?" Bobby—"Cause I heard you say you were getting into deep water." Memories.- ' Deacon Jones—"And -how do you like 'your new radio, Mrs. Brown?" - Widow Brown—"Wonderful! The static reminds me of the way my hue, band used to snore." ea Parents in Augers, a French town, who already possess two children will have an opportunity of winning $1,126 if they have a third child within the. next twelve months. s�wma the hall -way.- er's Quay, and. take my mother and Mamie down there for the rest of Just at the door Rankine had an their opportunity of a word with the woman jj ,herr lives" 1 who had interested. him at table. l .Rankine, oddly moved by this simple recital, slightly raised his hat. ��� REAL. "Don't take the cel ee, she whir- ' a»�•®� ered with a little smile which f1-1Jean Dempster's color rose. I Mustard umined her pleasant face like a sun - 'tell sure don't know why I should tell you all this about myself the very ra"Thanks awfully. Arty other things h first littlement catch we i her twice e` bud,t with to b., barred in this queer house. I ".fust a few," she arsverect "You'll saw you come into the dining -room to -night, I got a sort of fright. Some - find them out in tune. thing told me you were Scotch,, and "I have the pleasure of speaking to when I heard .you speak, I felt my a 'country -woman, I am sure,„ said heart warmed. But I don't suppose Rankine, with his most charming and deferential air. She nodded brightly. "My name's .Dempster. I come from. Pollokshields.” Rankine looked the surprise he felt. "Then we ought to be friendly. I'm an Ayrshire man. There could we have a little talk?" • "There isn't anywhere here. Messrs, Willis and Co. will occupy the lounge for the rest of the evening." Rankine reflected a moment. The woman's face was so friendly and kind, and: he felt so desperately lonely and 'out of it, that lie could not forgo the chance of :learningmore of her. "It seems early days—but the Scptch are clannish everywhere, aren't they? 'Will you✓come out for a stroll With me?" "Yes, with pleasure. I know New York well,and it's a lovely evening." Rankine's face brightened, and he did tot resent being n e, ng buttonholed by Willis and Co, during the few min- 'cites Miss Dempster kept him waiting They used these moments to good purpose, asking Minato and personal SAW,. ,with a lb Stays sharp longer. 3IMONbs CANADA.GAWCO. LTD, 4060 DUNDAO 6T, V!„ TORONTO MoNrit Cm. •a esscouvss ST. JOHN N.B., '�$vnNUmOumu P� ATRIVIZAKmu xii Cord Wood Saw Users • Write Sfnloncts Canada Saw Co, .,in it I Limited, 1550 Dundee St. West, X Toronto, Ontario, for prices on Simonds Special Circular Cord Wood Saw to Your . Summer Horne Be' sure- to include one or two tins of KEEN'S MUSTARD in the sup- ,plies you take to your Summer Cottage or Camp. Only real Mustard, ---•freshly ntzi etf can give you that savoury zest and tang in your. food that you appreciate so much. And only real mustard. freshly, mixed with cold water—furnishes real aid to digestion. Make a note now to "remem- ber Teen's Mustard" when you leave. Lista' aids didestiork STORIES OF w,EI l : KNOWN PEOPLE A Modern Sun Worshipper! At least forty thousand people aze.{F' Indebted to Sir I-Ierbert' Barker, ttlo" famous English bone•setter, for their health and strength, for that is the number. of oases be has treated sue', cessfully by his system of manipula tion. Sir Herbert, who lies just celebrated . his fifty-sirth birthday; is a keen advo- cate of sunshine as a cure for many ills, and has an up-to-date plant in his home for producing art fice:a sunlight. Peer's Daughter Flies Plane. Miss Elsie Mackay, daughter of Lord' and Lady. Inchcape, who distinguished herself some dine ago as a designer of the interior et -steamships, has taken up flying and recently purchased an airplane .for her own use. She was granted a pilot's licensesome time ago, and has become known as Eng- land's most daring woman aviator. Most of the steamships controlled by Lord Inchcape, which ply between England and India, were decorated in- teriorally after cle.signs : conceived by Miss Mackay. The suite -occupied by Lord and Lady Reading recently on 'their voyage from Bombay to London were arranged by her, Ambition v. Circumstances. How a man may vanquish circum- stances' and attain his . ambition is strikingly shown by the example of a young artist, Mr. GeolgeBfsseil, whose exhibition of drawings is at the Red- fern Gallery, London: Mr. Bissell, a quiet,,,dark young -man of only twenty-eight, started work in a Nottingham mine when he was thir- teen. Toiling early and late, he had fel* opportunities of exercising his gifts, but never gave up hope. Finally, after the war, he came to town as a pavement artist, in a brave effort to find recognition. This, it is satisfying to know, has now come in good mea- sure. A Real, Portia. Miss Victoria Kent, an English girl, has become the.fi st woman lawyer in Spain. Her first important case took place a -few days ago, when she acted as defending counsel on a charge of - homicide. - v----.• The Game of Verbarium. Games played with words are by no means new. When Mark Twain was a young man a' new one 'came out and soon was much in vogue: In his auto= biography he describes it thus: During my engagement year, thirty- seven years agoe a considerable coma pany of young people amused them 's -or` selves in the Langdon homestead one night with the game :of verbarlum, which was brand new -at the time and very popular. A text ward was chosen, and each person wrote that word in large letters across the top of a sheet of paper, then sat with pencil in hand, ready to 'begin as soon as game' was CA lled.- - The player would begin'with the first letter o,. that text word, and during two minutes by the watch build. words out of the text word. 'But he must not use a. letter that was not in the text word, and he must not use any letter in the text word twice, unless the Ietter occurred twice in the- text word. I. remember the first bout that we had at that game. The text word was "California." When the game was called everybody began to set down words as fast as- he could, make his pencil move—"corn," "cad; and so- on, digging out the shortest words -first, because they could be set down more quickly 'than the longer ones. When the two minutes, were up •the scores were examined, and the prize went to the person who had achieved the 'larg- est number of words. The good scores ranged along between- thirty and fifty or sixty words. But Mrs. Cranewould not allow her score to be examined. She was plainly doubtful about getting that prize. But when persuasion failed to avail we chased her about the place, captured her and took her score away from her by force.. She had achieved only one word, and that was "calf," which she had spelled "caff." And she never would, have got even that one word honestly; she had to introduce a letter that •-didn't belong in the text. word in order to get it. Resourceful Sir Herbert. A. few weeks 1: ee s ago. The Companion printed a story about Sir'.Rerbert Tree, the famous English actor. That has reminded a reader of another story, equally characteristic of Tree, which the well-known illustra'toi;-:Harry. Fur- ness, tells in his book, Some Victorian iVien: When Sir Herbert was in America no foolishly accepted an invitation to address privately a fashion aJIe-.audi- encu, Ile Contplrr•tely forgot his pro- miseuntil the time had arrived for • him to appeal'. Naturally he was total- ly unprepared. lie rushed tato, the large assembly room, which was crowded with expect- ant e dmirers, and, observing a large mirror flanging on the wail at the -back of the platform from 'which he wee ex- p,eated to give ;his adclres:s, dashed up '• to, put out his tongue and surveyed the reflection with dismay. Then; he struck all attiY tctz �le of horror t or and cried out dralnaticallyf Good lzet,•fe>l;si I'm till I zi,,;tst see n doctor' " end he vanisheri from the building.