Loading...
The Exeter Times-Advocate, 1926-10-28, Page 6fr fr Fun of F1avou If So wh7 accept exhausted bulb tea. MI ACLES You may not like Joseph Bishop, but this story of the awakening of his cramped soul will hold you • totheiastword.- BY - SOPHIE KERR. PART X. It was very quiet there in the ask- rossrs very quiet and very hot. A bare room, like many other farm bed - Toots, with -whitewashed. -walls and plai'n' ugly furniture, the green, wav- ery glass of the square of -minor over the chest of drawers reflecting the glare of sunlight beyend the shade of the swamp maples that spread above and around the house. Molly Bishop looked out anxiously into this glare. "If it'd only rain, or this- spell of heat let up a little, I know the fever'd 'break. But Ws like a sea of brass," she murmured to herself. "Reckon P11 sponge him off again like Doc Pruitt said, and see—anyway I got to keep trying." She turned back with resolution to the bed, and dipped white linen cloths swiftly and deftly into cold water. Her hands, thin and worn, knotted at the joints, moved in an agony of tender- ness over her patient. He was her only son, and as he lay there, flushed and hot,- and vaguely muttering inco- herent words, she felt the bload drip away from her heart in apprehension. Bobby Bishop was sixteen, yet there' was something babyish about his fore- head, still clear and white in contrast with the deep tan of the rest of his face, and more babyish still his blond hair, which had grown out since his iIhiess, curled in pitiful ringlets about his whiteness. Molly Bishop, as she bathed him, found herself looking at these ringlets, and tears dropped slow- ly down her ebeeks. "just like when he was a little fel- low," she thought. "My little boy, my little boy! Never had a chance— never! But I won't give you up—I won't. I can't. You're everything." She had almost finished her task when she heard Joseph Bishop, her husband, come into the kitchen, letting the scree"' door slam behind him. She shivered, and bent to see if the noise had disturbed Bobby—she almost wished it would, it had been so long since he had noticed anything. She drew the cool cloth once more across his forehead, and went quickly, dowee. stairs. That was to prevent Joseph Bishop from coining up. Indeed, he was at the foot of the atairs as she reached the head of them, and she held up a warning hand to stay him. "How's he now?" asked Joseph Bishop anxiously, but not lowering his voice. "Just the same's far's I can see. Dici you see Doc Pruitt in tawn?" "Yes, I saw 'ten." Joseph Bishop wagged his heavy head ominously. He was a big, thick, clumsy raan, ruddy and blunt of fea- ture, loud -voiced, a man without nerves or sensibility a reader of char- acter might observe. "What did he say?" demanded Molly Bishop. "What did he say, Joe? Tell me every word." She had got him out into the kitchen again, and shut the door at the foot of the stairs. "He said there wasn't no hope. Fever's lasted too long. He thought 't'd surely break the seventh day, and erS round about were„ as be truthfullyi Said, "looking behind and trying to , catch up. with themselvee." And le; bad heard ete Mach praise for his fere- handednss, and took each credit to' ; himself for it, that it had beeonie a 1 dear vanity with him, and second na- 1 ture to exercise it, It waa the way in which he had been I reared. His had been a pinched, 1.e., pressed, hard-w-orked childhoad, vsith- 1 out <me gleam of naturae joy or di- version, His father was an Old - Testament parent, sparing not the rod, harsh to. his childrenthsifte to the point of cold penury. 'His mother was a drudge, crushedunder the heavy work of her household. Joseph Bishop had learned from. his erade only to - work and to save. Joy, beauty, affec- tion, sympathy, he had never known, His thought went QS1, slowly, thickly, se to the time of his munchieg heavy jaws. Whether they had Bobby's funeral on Sunday r aey day /led weele, they'd have to get Parson Wayne to preach the funeral menet, because their own pastor, Parson. Hig- gins, had gone out west for his health, and the two churches wee having union meetings„ -- He qua not particularly want Par- son Wayne, for the little OA man had always stood rather on his dignity with Joseph Bish,op, and the farmer alaa t certain somehow suspected the minister of not when ididn't he said he it's break on the ninth, And now it thinking as well of him as his stand - hasn't broke on the ninth, Bobby'111 ing in the community commanded. just Jay there like that and in a couple days go into a deeper stupor, and that'll be the end." If the words had been blows from Joe Bishop's powerful hands, his wife could not have shrunk and winced under them more abjectly. Her thin face, already shadowed with the pallor of fatigue and misery, turned almost blue -white. She caught at the kitchen table to keep herself from falling. However, that could not be helped now. If Parson Wayne was the only preach- er in the neighborpoodi he would have to preach Bobby's funeral sermon. Then there came into the niincl of Joseph Bishop the recollection of a bit of news he had heard recently, narneSy that Mardy Graham's wife was poorly and not expected to live. In that case, , supposing she should die about the same time as Bobby did, Mardy might get Parson Wayne for her funeral last "Oh, don't, Joe! Don't!" she cried when he, Joseph Bishop, would want out in an actual physical agony. "He him. That would be intolerable. couldn't leave meant that, Doc Pruitt Mardy was only a renter, shiftless, not couldn't. H couldn't have meant that even considered to be strictly honest. Bobby's got to die; that there ain't He certainly ought not to be able to any Seal hope for him:" set a time for the biarial ef his dead "That's what he Said. It is hard— before Joseph Bishop's wishes had right at harvest time, too. 1 &num been attended to. ' where I'll be able --to find an. extra With these thoughts the farmer's hand." instinct for forehandedness demanded "Oh, what's the harvest!" Moi1y action. He smacked his stout palm Bishop's voice rose in a cry of despair. down on his stout thigh, By cripes, "By eripes, Molly, you're wandering he'd go in town and see Parson Wayne in your raind!" said her husband se- right away, before he even went for verely. "Wheat's going to two dollars Lottie Sanders. He'd get Lottie on the this fall!" way back. The farm work evesn't "Did Doc say there was no hope?" pressing for the afternoon. Why not? she pleaded, disregarding his state- He had eaten all the food, and le ment about the wheat. "Not a bit? did not bother to put away the dishes, Bobby's never beerr what you might That was woman's work. They could wait for Lottie Sanders. He tramped into the foot of the stairs again, full of his purpose. "Molly," he called, "I got to drive in town again on an errand. Pll be back before junking time." He did not wait to hear what Molly answered, but went back through the house, stopping only to look in the pantry to see if there might be a few dozen eggs he could take to town as he went. But there was only a scant dozen, and he frowned 'and let them alone. Molly wasn't gathering the eggs carefully, that was plain. To- night he'd gather them himself. It irked him to get into his light motor, truck -empty-handed. He had taken in a calf tp the butcher on his morning's trip. Although he owned a ear, Joseph Bishop only drove it on Sundays and holidays—the meter truck •was his weekly vehicle, even when, as now, he had 'no load for it. Parson Wayne was at home, and he was soon admitted into the high-ceiled, shaded study, book -lined and paint, where the old man wrote his sermons at a desk which had been his father's and was far too large for him. Joseph Bishop looked about him curiously. It beat him why any one man should want so many books around. And that vase of honeysuckle on the desk —what foolishness! It made himSeel superior and solid just to look at it. No rubbish like tha•t ever littered up his house, inside or out. In a very few minutes the old min- ister came in, wiping his forehead, his fine old face white from the exhaus- tion of the heat, leis eyes deep and dark under shaggy brows, the one teeny live thing about hirn. Now these eyei were filled with cornpassion, sympathy. "I sUppose," he began gently, in his soft, clear voice that carried with it still the faintest thrill of its old-time clarion fire, "I suppose— Brother Bishop—that your son—that Rob- ert—" his voice trembled and his lips worked like a woman about to cry. I -le held out sympathetic hands. Joseph Bishop looked at him in sur- prise. • The old parson must be getting childish to carry on thiS way. "Why no, Parson, Bobby's net dead," he said in his big rumbling voice, but Doc Pruitt says he's bound to go in two -three days, and I thought I'd best come in and see you, and ask you to hold off making arrangements for any other 4'uneral till I knew just when I was going to need you." Its was a perfectly simple explana- tion to joeseph, and he made it as simply as he felt it. He could not undeestand the piercing and incredul- ous glanee that the other man bent on him. The old minister waled round to his desk, and sat down, leaned his white head on his whiter hand and have the funeral on Sunday. That still kept that deep, inquisitorial gaze would leave the next week clear for on the farmer. $s s (17419Ilefe-V 100 call puny, though he never was so stout, neither. Looks 's if he could surely get out froin under a little spell of fever." Her hollow eyes implored him. "No, he said they wasn't no hope, and it'd be all over in two -three days now." He flung it at her squarely, impatient at her insistence. Molly Bishop dropped into a chair and flung her apron over her head. She did not cry, she did not say a word, enly sat still, numb with the pain of it. Her husband waited a lit- tle and his impatience increased. He gave a long, noisy sigh. "We gain' to have dinner to -day?" he asked at last, for he was a man who liked to eat hearty,- rich food three times a day. His wife dropped the aprcn and sat rup in the chair, dry-eyed and resolute. "You can go over to the Sanderses and get Lottie Sanders to come and cook," she said. "I ain't goingto stir out of Bobby's room again till the end comes. I guess his mother can do that much for him." "If there's anything cooked up I could eat it cold before I go over to Sanderses," suggested Joe Bishop, for his stomach was clamoring for its ac- customed load. "Maybe with a cup of coffee." "If you want you 'can build the fire and make yourself some coffee," re- turnd Molly. "And whatever there is is right there in the pantry." She left the room, andl-0e Bishop heard her going upstairs: He was annoyed —there was no season why she shouldn't have taken time to make him a cup of coffee; but he didn't insiet, though usually he made it a point not to humor Molly's vagaries. Whea he married he let her know who was mas- ter and a few lessons had sufficed. T there about her that got through even his 9- ay,though, was something customary sluggish arrogance, warn- ing him not to force an issue. He rummaged in the pantry and brought out cold meat, bread, thick sugar cookies, half a custard pie. He decided that it was hardly worth while to build a fire, such a hot day and all; but he went out to the spring 'house and got a pitcher of milk, some butter, and a dish of ,eottage cheese. 112 tt Not EV" very good dinner, as Joseph Bishop's dinners usual:y went, but it Get would serve. Lottie Sandere could , cook him a hot, filling meal to -night. Some I All of the food he rest on the clean scoured kitchen table, and as he sat there and slowly and noisily devoured :t, =melting his lips over the icy milk —that was a keen idea, cold milk in- etead of toffee on a day like this, he Lod himself—he thought about the coming harvest and about the sick boy upstairs. To -day was, Mondey. If Bob- by lasted till Thursday they could satigfieS; the desire for sweets, helps make strong , healthy teeth, removes particles of food from teeth, crevices, and aids digestion. So it is a woss4isrfts1 help to health. • CG2f $S.SUE. Na. 43—SZSe the harvest, and n� s work day lost. There was nothing consciously brutal in the mind of Joseph Bishop as he made these plane. Ile had always report on dairy produce, to be a verY prided himself, on his forehandedness, valuable Soodrituff. and •laid his success as a farnier leaking ahead when most of the fent- Mhaard's Latera re) het -dame (To be ooncluded.) Ice create is stated, in an official Under the Stars; All thoushtfue Minds have ,,their times of depreesien. Life looms too large sssa everwhelming, and the.apirit is pressed to ite knee, Then life MAY appear to he'Suore o a' nightmare than a joyous adventure. Prom heybood to old ago the etars had a strong .reacination or the, poet TeneVeon, He weelldcUrnb out en. the z'oof on a. starlit night to gaze up into the starry vault, lose himself in Inn mensitY. His biother,was shy in earn - natter. Be said, to him: "Thiele ss the great y.:rarth,pastt.,e,heis and sou will Won It is a fine saying, but it is not in enitspoerrldeannecos altogetherznoe pweoltiplia,thoetpasianntl- tive mind. The eight of a Sky stadded with stare more often gives a sense of littleness and futility and lastness Which may he terribly depressing. There are protound reepripts, of human nature in. the Book ot Psalms. Per instance, evhenthe poet had been gazing late the star-spanglel depths of a Syrian sky, he exclaimed: "What is man that Thou are mindful of him?" That is the thought that odours, to anyone who is net so taken up With the trinkets of life that the:imalenai- ties are lost sight of. Unless w adjust our thought pro. ply to the true valueof things, a' book of astronomy is depreising read- neg. Space becomes an obsession; the figures in which star-clistaneest are computed, a menaoeSeo sanitY1 Tennyson meant. to say: "To think of.the nebulous mist of the Milky Way, revealed by the tele.scope to .consist, not of stardust, but of myriads, count- less, and. illimitable, of Ranting suns, beside which_ even. our own mighty orb of day is a mere, pigmy, helps, to put ne aU in our proper place, to make the big people who frighten us appear the pigmies they really are." .• If I have the poet's meaning aright, Lein not in agreement with him. If the 'sight of countless muss depresses am thinkly wrongly. You and SOFT FULNESS AND PANELS Me' 1 I are not insignificant. The eight of ADD CHARM. stars on a clear 'night nead not be de - Simply -though definitely this frock pressiiii, even though we are capable traces its 011ie to many Paris fashions. of realizing that they represent but Gracefully fashioned of gleaning the avenue lamps 4eading to the Pra- eatin, it is relieved in front by gilt ace of infinity. s. belt buckseee and discs on the loose That very realization lifts you and panels. It has the bloused waistline me to a proud eminence. You pick up endorsed by Preniet, and a new version a pebble on the shore, one of billions os. the versatile tie collar. The founda- of similar pebbles. Do you feel =eel -tion of the frock is in one piece, three loose pa-nels, being arranged at each side of the skirt and topped with a narrow belt. The tie long ends are caught to the telt and the full sleeves are gathered into wrist -bands. No. • and of no account ia its presence? No, it's only a pebble! Multiply it by a sum running' to fifty figures; what is it then? Just a pebbles; a big one, but a Pebble notwithstanding., But we give it another nanfe. We call it a world. 1435 is Sn sizes 34, 36, 38, 40 and 42 Sinsilarly, the sun itself is but the inches bust. Size 36 requires 4 yards handfnl of fuel burning in your grate 39 -inch 'material. 20 cents. multiplied until ono ea; warm one's Our Fashion Book, illustrating the hands at it .though distant ninety mil - newest and most practical styles, will Sion miles. be of interest to every home dress- Mere bulk need not appal the aoul. maker. Price of the. beak 10 cents the One- flash of thought is more than all copy. the sun's rays. The poet was right ROW TO PATTERNS. who, after pointing out to the child the vastness of the world on .which Write your name aneaddsess plain, She dwelt, said:— iy, giving number and size of such You are 'more than the world, though. patterns as you want. Enclose 20c in you are such a dot, stamps or coin (coin preferred; wrap You can love- an think, and the world it carefully) for each number and cannot. address your order to Pattern Dept., • Wilson Publishing Co., 73 West Ade- laido St., Torotta Patterns sant by Success in Canada. return mali. Autumn Leaves. Beauty of russet and scarlet swirled, Crisp brown scraps of parchment curled, Veined ' transparencies, scalloped sheen., - Little gold fans and amiss of green,— Down you flit by twos and.threes, By scores and clouds from the drowsy trees. Dancidg there in a giddy sound, Drifting here- to the cordial ground, Quiet or sleeping, none of you grieves. On a bright and spirited autumn day Why should anyone sigh, and say,— "Dead leavee?" Ho, for the new adventure begun With release from the bough! There is wind, there is sun! There is hope that builds already for spring. Who forever would clutch and cling Even upon one beautiful tree? Now,,little lingerers, now you are free! Free to flutter and float and fly, Each to be (inlet at last, and lie In a gentle sleep under snow, under rain, Till spying shall rouse you over again; Out of your dust in the fragrant rnould, Mingled with essences manifold, - Sap and strength from a quenchlesa , Source, Life and love for an endless odursi. • Dry leaves, old leaves, tired-butglatls Who should be frightened, Who be sad? Off for renascence, none knows how, Perhaps to bud on a fairer bough, Noka single green leaf, but a Rose in, stead. No leaves are dead. —Youth's Companion. Very Polite Lad. Tincle—sWell, you little rasaal, how many times have you been whacked; at school to -day?"' Tomtny—"Dunno, uncle. I don't take any notice of whatsgoes on be- hied my back," ToRONTO NAlsosEssisO ACADEMY sworn: YOU IIOW Gruel now or•olno for SfyIng Otrol Writ* N. 06000 toltrIbtha *,Flow dowstri 4101,'S'SVPI: g 41; That Canada has wonderful advant- ages for theboys of Great Britain Was demonstrated in a striking way at a meeting of the Board of Guardians of an English workhouse recently. There were twelve. boys to be disposed of and eraigraticn was suggested. .This was opposed.by some of the lady mem- bers on the ground that lads would have to endure great hardships, etc. One of the members told. of an Mei- dent that came under his own obser- vation:A lad who had been Sent out fifteen years age returned on a visit stylishly dressed and showing every evidence of prosperity. Whenhe call- ed at the old home where he lia'd lived a;s a child he provided a special treat fee the children, .spending ten pounde. It was then unanimously decided to let the twelve lads try their fortunes in Canada. "A Stylish Dress for 15 ctsr It helps a lot. when a woman is wise to 11.0.111e clye:ng. Old, faded dresses -made Use new colors ot,the hour. lust as perfect as any professional dyer could do it—if only youS1 use real dye. It's easy to Diamond Dye dozens or things, and do wonderful tinting of umierwcarand all dainty pieces. tising true ,dye is the secret. lieu can Dia- mond dye all 'oar curtains and. covers, scarfs and spreads; any Material, and right over other colors. So easy, it's fun! FRE: ask the druggist for the Dia- mond Dye CyclOpedia for sitggestionS, and easy Street tons ; actual piece -goods color samples, -.etc. Or the big illus- trated book. Color Craft, fres, write DIAl\SON'D DYES% Dept, NS, 'Windsor, Ontario, Make it ltZV. for .15 sta., Because Lux ptolongs the life of fabrics. Its use for every .fabrics "cleansing need is a real , thrift. A little Lux goes so fax .and it works so safely that millions of careful housewives use Lux for theswhole family wash. TREASVRE ISLANDS 8 many Expeditions Have Searched Cocos Island Thet ` . Every Lantbnerk Has Beebe M eyed. "Pieeee of Eight" Is a cry that ssuf. bring. a -thrill to the heart of even the " most ,prosaic citizen, and C000s Waled, above all others, is the name which conjeree pp visions of pirate geld. Drake% Island, the GalaPagoe, His- paniola, the Dry Tortugas, are all re- puted to sass, their treasures, but Co- cos exercises a fascination uhove them, all, Perhaps It is becausethe last loot was buriedeiliere only a hundred yeati age; , perhaps it is because so inany people have tried to find the hidden hoards. Whatever the reason, the fact remains that almost every year an expedition. sets out with charts an4 picks and 'dynamite, hoping to. lift' . about three Million pounds and retire in affluence, But no one is knovvn to have yet succeeded, end without extraordinary luck it does notseem likely that eny- one ever L-534 Facing asiVistAnY• • ••• FO R 'YO U R - ,LUXIS NOTer eSQLD 111,13ULK. • The\Child. So small to stirt upon so long a trail— Dusty feet scuffling beside the team, Watching a squirrel flicker out of * eight, Waterbugs skate superbly an the stream. • The world will change beyond that furthest hill— Will it be level when we reaell the top? Perhaps there'll be a lake, a swamp, a bear! Perhaps there'll be a deep and fright- ful drop Into a valley with a waterfall. There goes a weodpecker—a bluejay, see! . What's hiding there' behind that hic- kory stum.p? Young eyes awake to the shudder of each tree, -, Young feet already burned and cal - Soused, sped • Upon long miles.of danger and delight, Young lips with but one question— what's ahead? --GwendeSen Haste. hatnard's liniment for toothache. Village of 100 Employs Doctor. Govera village of twelve miles off the railroad in Gove County, Kansas, with a population of ',about 100, had' difficulty in keeping a physiciL in town because of the small remunera- tion. he received' in fees, the . com- munity being email and healthy. ^ But the people were *determined to have a doctor. They -met and employed Dr. Earl V. Adams to be the town physician. He gives healthful advice and prescribee foe the people of the town and receives his monthly salary only through the contributions of the peopre 'of the town. Proved. sSchoolmfatress "Willie, give me three proofs that the world is round" Wiliie—"The geography book sass so, you say so, and father says so." 0. Old hearts will beat more quick- ly; old eyes will shine with happiness when YOU go home. And what a joy it will be for you, too, visiting the scenes of childhood days and meeting friends of other years! Make arrangements now to go horne this Christmas on a liner of the Cunard or Anchor - Donaldson. Canadian Service,' The voyage will be an eunfor- gettable pleasure. The ship's comfortable appoirftments and • the courteous, intelligent inter- est taken by every Member of thd staff in your well-being make your journey a real joy, Christmas Sailings frorn ifdlifaso ANTONIA—Dec.13ie Plymouth, Cherbourg and London,, *Ltiivpoiand G lTtIrA--oDec. 121 atsogoBwe.lf Belfast, 'rncc. 11 frbrn St. John14.13. Atte your Steamship .4'(,n( for information. Write— ' The Robert Record Co., Limited Montreal, Toronto, Quebec, Si. John, N,B., Halifax. ANCHOR-DONALDSON CANADIAN sERvicE ico .It ail started with the famous Cap- tain Edward Davis, who was a witness at the trial of tl?e much -aligned Cap- tain Kidd. Dampier, Cook, and Davis, in the Bachelor's Delight, harried the . shipping in Panama Bay, sacked Leon, amid retired to pocos to refit. Davis liked theplace, and returned more 'than once. 1 -le came back after he had sacked Guayaquil with gold. and jewels warth $7,5-00,4a0 in. his ship's hold, and wwbereellempt)r, he left the island the vessels That was the first hoard; but as Davis afterwards received a. free par- don and be7dame a respectable land- owner, as all good pirates did if they :- could remain long enough...unchanged, he probably removed the treasure him- self, and so provided for his old age. In 1818, or thereabouts, Benito are rived on the scene and enjoyed a brief lint successful career on the hunting - grounds of his forbears. True ,to tra- dition, he buried 'his loot, and as Cacos was his base he,buried it there, includ- ing over R2,1100,00,0 in jewellery and plate that had been entrusted to the tender- eare of his mate, Captain Thompson, of the brig Mary Dear, by the notables ot Lima when that city seeined. 4n imminent danger of being - sacked. - Shortly afterwards Benito and all - his creme with the exception of Thomp- son; perished at sea. Twenty-six years later Thompson Jay -dying in the house of a man named Keating, and to him he bequeathed his secret, with a chart of the island showing all Benito's hoards, three in number. . , • Afterspast the hunt was up. Keating promptly sailed for the island and, it is said, actually laid his hands on a hoard; but, his crew mutinied and tried to get It for themselves.- They , failed to find the hiding -place, how- -ever, and Keating gave the whole things up in disgust.. Rival Fortune -Hunters. Then the ;Timor of the treasiire spread, and passing ships began to call there, simply for the sake of rum - aging round. One naval captain put his whole crew of three hundred men on the is:and with Government powder for blasting purposes. After a week they had- to give up, and the -captain was severely reprimanded. A German settled there some thirty years ago to hunt in real earnest, and as far as is known he is still looking. - Expedition after expeditipn has set sail for Cocos, only to return empty- handed. In 1904 two parties arrived et,the same time and with the same 'clueg, and each with plenty of blast- ing-powder, They blew up each other's excavations, brought about landslides, had at least one pitched battle, and sailed away without the treasure. • Since then various other attempta. have been made to recover the lost hunoareradns,d.but still the treasure remains And the difficulties in the way of the treasure4iunters are envoys increas- bee Every new expedition charges the face of the landscape with dyna mite, so that by now even 'the best authenticated clue would be usele,ss. Indeed, short of the invention of an infallible gold detector it seems that the Cocos treasure is hidden for all . time. . A Mother's Loste. Her, byetranhgeerr skinnellwee, ; how 'goonthe How soon by his the glad discovery shows, As to e lelips. she lifts he lovely boy, What answering looks of sympathy and Joy! 119 walk, word, a pzaks, In many . 1..s wants, his wishes, and his griefs are heard. P.att noon a :MSAI* task eneoins her ,e care. Apart she joins his little hands in prayer, Telling of Him who sees in secret there! And now the voluaus on her knee has caught , Sts wa:oderoti%eg' eye—dew manysalt. thought Neverteton Jwith many a lisping HIS znevieg, murmuring lips endeavor to repeat. —Samuel Roger. • rivs-sixthS of tlritaie !s fish haveet la gaSlisseS Siva lsasS Ooast. e