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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Exeter Times, 1920-11-11, Page 2In 1892 11 We first offered the public our LAD TBA e?24 Millions now use it to their utrnost satisfaction Peter the Great Goes Home :19AY HOtl't-ER MUMAW. PART 31u.h'r. He was just % Loy aa;;,: a scream' up through, the .uutl, it' turn hitt troubles into .e..: e. Mother had sing as far a.. "There let the way a ,near," when she stepped Drat the back door .and saw Peter— Peter G. Blaine -city man of affairs--- Aatr boy--"eonng !"----- it was the same old l.tteben and yet :bust was a. difference. A fireless aetdier had just been opened from efhiela .savory odors were issuing forth. 1t stood iaeside an electric range. There was an electric fan over the Mellen cabtnct. But still he would ia:tvc Dtryi:v:a it to be the kitchen in ac1 h he grew up. He could have aeete3ci lois eyes and put his hand on alta cookie crock. His another led him into the living x€Dona. Was there any spot on earth tee cool and restful? Horne Keeping Rents Are Happiest hung in the same place over the piano; Father's big Ieather chair was by his end of the Wing :room table as always. There were more books—another whole book ease of them—and electric lights in- stead of the old oil lamp. It was - lame to Peter --the home he had car- sy.�,Ied in his heart all these years and YDatf been homesie:t for. How comfortable it made one feel to hear Mother singing as she added skate flatisltin - touches to the dinner for -late men. He had come in the back door, just as he used to do, dirty, tired, eut of sorts with himself and the world, and although this coming was ter an absence of twenty years, it ad not disturbed for Iong the even ' tenor of her way. One would think lie had been away only over night! )other's hair was -white. Her face peas serene. Time had left no lines on her placid brow and Peter knew, its be watched her lay an extra plate ter her son, that she had found the r hoice things of life, "Peter!" she said, holding up a plat- ter for him to see, "I spent the cheque yen sent us bast Christmas for these dishes. I have always wanted a beautiful set of real Haviland and now l have them and I use them every day." Tho leen, six of them, came laughing and talking from the horse barn, Mother beamed and introduced "my son." They took him as a matter of course. • What were his millions to them? Then came Father, who shout- ed, laughed and blew his nose and was "terrible glad" Peter could get away to "look in on the old. place." Hay seemed the most important thing in the universe and Father's face glowed as he told Peter of the enormous crop. The barns would be full to bursting. And they were going to have it all made before they real- ized they had a good start. The men laughed and were quite concerned as to the number of loads they would get in that day, sorry they were not going to have more of Mather's meals. Howe, on an adjoining farm with six men and two teams, had put in twenty loads the day before. Father and his crew would "go them two better" if Mother Could furnish enough fuel to keep them going. One of the younger fellows proudly told Peter that Mr. Blaine made the best loads of anyone in town. Peter asked his Father if that were not too hard work for one of his years. The man seated next to Peter G. gave him a dig in the ribs and another gave him a sly kick un- der the table as Mr. Blaine with straightened shoulders said incisively, "Son, I will pitch hay with you any day from daylight till dark!" The fried spring chicken disappear- ed like magic. Peter had never tasted anything quite so good as those peas fresh from the garden. Home -like bread with freshly churned butter and new strawberry preserves—how had he ever eaten restaurant stuff? When the cherry pie came Peter groaned. He was the "old" one in that circle of hearty eaters. Then came ice cream and whipped cream cake—Peter could have wept for the boy's capacity of long ago. He went wearily to the couch on the porch and knew no more until he wakened to find Mother in her rocker at his side with her Bible in her lap. "I knew you would come,. d•.. 2 tied 5-16. cartons XO, 20 ,zecl 100 -lb. • bags are . the utter t .e suP rt ' ;the Cook-Booksays ., come on, Mabel, I want to go shopping. It needn't take all afternoon to make a cake! Here, let me cream the butter and sugar, Watch how quick I can do it! If you'd ever used Lantic before you'd realize how quickly a fine sugar creams." Lantic is a quick -acting sweetener, because it is jt ..e. It distributes the pure cane sweetness speedily, thoroughly and economically. It saves time in the preparation of cakes, puddings and sauces, in the cooking of preserves, in the making of candy, in the sweetening of beverages, hot or cold. Not whiter are the snowy doilys and serviettes on the mahogany table than the tiny crystals of Lantic that gleam and glisten in the sugar bowl. Not finer is the silver with its hall -.mark. Yet, in homes where every penny counts, Lantic goodness helps in the salving. It does go farther! ATLANTIC SUGAR REFINERIES, LIMITED, TRY MONTREAL THESE RECIPES , rhon ti .ib I a c Library, ery , three new cook-boolts ora Preserving„Cakes, Candies and Desserts, will be sent to you ?TREE for a Red Bali trade -mark, cut from IR Pack or from the top panel of Lantic carton, 'dear,"she said, "1 inst.: ecubl net any e without mybey." to x it longer r 11 170 s ld V f� iter hand- leyingly touched his curly .h.eatl. lie was lust a boy again. After she said: "I have au errand over at Minnie's. You remember Minnie?" Oonio along with. me." Minnie 'lived in the village, . Peter went with his moiler to the garage. She took the driver's seat, but the self-starter refused to work. .Fat old Peter whizzed and puffed,• but crank it he could not. His mother came to the rescue laughingly saying, "It some- times acts lilts that," and calmly cranked the car out of the garage. It was the Collins place into which they drove—the one Peter had thoughts of buying ---but not the Col- lins place of boyhood days. Minnie, now a mature woman, was in the gar- den. She was delighted to see Peter and took them to her cool verandah and served cakes and iced tea, Mrs. Blaine and Minnie had a great deal to talk about and Peter listened, a little amazed. "Yes, Peter, I surely do ..write books!" she said, in answer to his question. "Did you think no one out- side of Montreal was doing anything?" And she laughed mockingly at him. "And Peter! In case you do not know it, which you do not seem• to, you are the hero of my last book." His moth- er looked disapprovingly at his em- barrassment. "Don't tell me that you had not known Minnie was writing, Peter?" Peter confessed his ignor- ance and his Mother informed him that her "Peter book" was a best sell- er, "and," she added dryly, "it night be good for you to read it." Then they talked of hay and corn and wheat and oats and potatoes and caws and butter and, once more, of gardens. Peter was sadly out of the conversation. Soon he Was introduced to Minnie's sixteen -year-old daughter, Jean, twirl- ing a pink sunbonnet by the string. Jean, her mother said, had been driv- ing the hay wagon all day, Jean's brother, a Varsity freshman, with sleeves rolled back, greeted Peter G. as man to man. Peter did not try to buy the Collins place. Tactful Peter. That night, Mrs. Blaine said to her son, "I have laid out a work shirt and a pair of overalls for you to put on. in the morn- ing. See if you can inilk a cow!" Feeling queer and "out of it," Peter joined the milkers next morning and his father dared him to milk the big white cow. Oould he do it? Surely! He milked and he puffed and he groaned—inwardly — and his hands cramped. Sometimes he got a stream of milk—sometimes he did not. When the pail was two-thirds full, he gasped, "Father, you will have to finish her! The old fool is giving a river of milk!" Father chuckled. "I milk ten like her, son. Next year we'll have a milking machine. Are you ready to pitch a load of hay?" he asked. When Peter stepped out from the barn his nostrils were filled with the fragrance of locust blossoms. The whiff filled him and thrilled him. All in a blinding flash he knew. The dis- content he felt was because he had been hungering and thirsting for the old farm—it was a part of his very life and he could never get away from it. The city was all right—it re- presented gigantic human effort and flower. There was nothing wrong with it. It was simply human nature on. a big scale., But the Being who had made human nature and man had also made the country. Had he only known years before! It was too late now to give up •city business altogether, but at least he need not be its slave. With buoyant step he went back to the house and sent a telegram speed- ing, tO his wife: "Come at once. Very important, Bring children. As he stepped out to the verandah where breakfast was spread, he look- ed ooked across the' fields to a little knoll shaded by graceful elms. There he would build a bungalow—if Father MAN1EY'S DANCE ' .t T TORONTO + aekror'ledged to. be the best in e u —oda:. Any number "et musicians desired, Write, wire or 'phone Alt, Manley, 05 Ozark Cres., Toronto, for open dates, would soli blip the land. Sara should plan It. Their summers should be spent there, at least until he was ready to turn the business in town over to Tom. His heart swelled with emotion. There was a catch in his throat when he thought of his wife. He re- membered the night that '.Tom was born; the feast she bad prepared when, he had been made president of his companjr; how she had clung to him the'first time he had to leave her on an, extended business trip. Love him? Of course she loved hini! Poor child, she had to find something to take up her attention when„ he be- came absolutely absorbed in: business. But from now on--- At the close of that memorable First of July, .one year ago, ,Peter G. Blainea h d telegraphed Mary and the young folks to "come at once." Mary arrived alone. •Sha. was excited and perplexed, but something in her hus- band's face and voice stilled her com- plaints, For one", hole day, out un- der the old • home trees, they talked things over, and when the sun set over the .hills•, husband and wife were closer than they had been for years. Mary loved, him still and had been no better satisfied with the old life' than he—only she had not :mown exactly what was wrong nor if there were a remedy. The next day Peter G. peremptorily telegraphed to Sara and Tom to throw up all plans and join their parents. They obeyed—wonderingly, It took more than a day to make them see, a certain point of view, but finally the lure of the farm and the new spirit of their„parents began to get under the veneer imposed by city luxury and in- dolence. Tom had a natural love for the country and Granny had always been a favorite of Sara's. So it was Tom li and Granny who helped Sara and her mother to try a "spell" on the home- stead. A month from the day "Peter the Great" had taken his way back to his mother, jaded and worn with the cares of life, a better man, physically and mentally, he reluctantly left farm and folks and went back to the city to gather up the reins of business. It was a new Peter G-. Blaine who moved among his star of workers and asked as man to man about the fami- lies and the children and the homes. And this new Peter G., more truly "great" than mere money could make him, experienced the deepest thrill he had had in years • when the newest man in the office, in a sudden burst of friendliness, asked hie employer out to his tiny house to see his new bride and eat a strictly home dinner. Later, this same Peter G,• had laboriously written by hand,_ a ten page letter to his wife to tell her all about. it. Great things were going on down on the- farm. Plans. were under way for the bungalow on the knoll. Father had sold the land and Peter had met. his figure. It was to be one summer, at least, for the Montreal family. The plans were drawn up by the whole family. Grandfather was particular about the location of the woodshed. Sara wanted the whole house built in relation to the fireplace. "But Sara, we are not to be out here in the winter!" Mother protested. "But Mother, you never can tell how things are going to work out," answer ed the daughter. "We better have that fireplace." (To be continued). Minard's Liniment For Burns, Eta Seeing and Hearing. ` Modern efficiency sharks are telling ns that we use only ten per rent. of our brains. If we would but exercise the dormant ninety per cent., there Is no height too high for ue to scale, no depth too deep for us to plumb, ac- coedi.ng to men who go about making a living telling the rest of us how to succeed. We have eyes to see, but we see not, ears to kelt. but we hear not, is the crushing indictment hurled at us, and therein lies our failure. to forge ahead. Everyone who has ever taught school or had any experience with humanity in the masa, knows that the last statement is true. Announce a lesson to a class, anal five minutes after the children return to their seats nine out of ten hands will be wildly waving and Johnny and Mary will be asking what to -morrow's lesson Ns to be, Probably half of the class will insist that you didn't give out any. Make a statement before the whole room full of :children to -day, and to- morrow not more than one can give a correct version of what you said. Half may be able to give a more or less garbled account, and the other half will swear they never heard any- thing about it. Grownups are no better. Who can tell on Monday more than an oceaston- al remark the preacher made on Sun- day? Even the announcements are 'mixed. Was the ,social to be en Tues- day or en Thursday night? You don't know because youdidn't hear. And you didn't hear not because you are deaf—tbut because only one tiny brain Hell was concerned with listening and the rest absorbed in something ease, We don't concentrate on the thing fa hand, That is the real reason for most fatihrr ss, instead of doing the thing of the moment and doing it right, we let our attention wander to the next job to ,be done or to the next pleasure to the enjoyed. Without a doubt, concentrating on your own particular jab brings you to success. Using your eyes to the ey- tent of their power, seeing, too, what makes your neighbor forge ahead while yon stay in a rut, this is one big factor in success. You can use your ears, too, to listen to everything which bears on your job. Listen to sugges- tions and to criticisms, whether they are made in kindness or not. One big help to failure is to shut our ears to criticism. None of us really enjoy having our faults pointed out, but if we really want to grow, there is one of the best aids known to man. It hurts, of course, sometimes, but only the foolish refuse to profit by it. Listening is a habit which mothers should try to inculcate in childiren. How much nervous energy we waste telling them the same thing over and over again. I wonder if their lack of attention is not largely due to our own? Do'we stop what we are doing and insist on their,ettention when we give a command or make, a request? Or do we shout it over our shoulder as we hurry by them, intent on our job, while they are equally as intent on their own? I wonder if we took the time directly after breakfast to have the orders of the dap given outto. boys and girls who were required, to sit still and listen, if we could get through a day with just wee telling? It wouldbe worth trying a few times at least. Bulbs for Indoor Blooming. It is not yet toe...late' to pot bulbs tor indoor blooming. Hyascintlls, tu- lips, narcissus and jonquils are beat suite,: fee this ptaruoae, A good soil] for bulbs s , nposel of orae- halt part well decomposed turfy loam, the remainder well -rotted stable ma- nure, leaf -meld and sand, 'flteee should be well mixed together. e. ' The size of the pot depends on the size of the bulbs and upon the effects desired. As a general rule,, for a single hyacinth a five-ineta pot should 1 Fors , re used. tulipsand a rrssu .L la four -inch pot is large enough, the size increasing with the inunber of bulbs, In potting, place a piece of broken pot: or some coarse ashes over the, hale, in the bottom to secure dr.atinage. Fill the pots half -full of soil, set the bulbs so that the tops are at least one inch' below the rim, cover them with, soil and press it firmly around the bulbs, ,leaving at least one-half'inch space at the top xfor water, Atter all have been potted and labeled they should be well watered and placed in a cool, dark cellar for a few weeks. The secret of success in bulb forc- ing is perfect root development. Therefore, be sure that the pots are full of roots before putting them into a higher temperature. By bringing in a few . pots at intervals of from eight to ten days, and placing in a sunny window with a temperature from 60 to 65 deg. F. a succession of flowers may be had for months. Did You? • Did you evereat a school lunch that was cold And lay on your stomach like a load of lead? Did you ever try to study after that And find there's nothing working in your 'head? Did you ever watch your father heat the food The ipige, and cows, and chickens had to eat? Did you ever stop to ask the reason why? Did he answer, "Boy, they gotta have some heat!" Ikid you ever get to thinking kids might have A need of something warm, like pugs and cows? You didn't? Well:, we youngsters have, you bet. And we can tell you grownups all , just how To keep us well and help to learn and do Our work ,at school with vita • and strength and punch. Give us a stove, some dishes, grocer- ies, too, And let us have at noon a hot school Iinele Minard's Liniment Relieves Colds, Eta The Proverb. Exemplified. Young Wife—"How do• you like my cooking, dear? Don't you think 1 have beg -un well?" Hub (turning over viands)—"Er--- yes. Well begun half done, you know." 44 n'i;;; Own Soap t1 Keeps the skin healthy and sweet. It's Best for Baby You. Best for l ou" ALPERT SOAPS LIMITED, Mir.,, Montreal, n •so 1 Cheap Sugar Some Day. If plans for irrigating about 150,000 acres of the Yaque river valley of the Dominican republic are consumated it promises to become one of the best sugar producing regions in the world. The Fenians are the outgrowth of an Irish military organization found- ed, tradition says, about 400 B.C. 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For years, the name of "Parker's" has signified perfection in this work of making old things look like new, whether personal garments of even the most fragile material, or • household curtains, draperies, rage, etc. Write tie for further partiauiare, or send your parcels direct to , ark rs Dye • Works Ltimited. cleanersir' ors 179I Yonge St:. Toronto MANHOO1) A Ivan, when he is alone, Olost inn Wrests me. When l dee him alone 1 know more nearly what he really is. When he acts alone yott know that those ants spring from win inside of himself. You :now then bow Much of his doing is himself. and how hush of it the result of his desire for the red - poet and admiration of other teen. On this earth we have not none~ app portunity to live alone, and It is elect to .be deplored. All strong naturee live mucid alone, Even when. sum rounded by crowds of men 'and wo-, men, they are a5 'though alone, for they are thinking largely their awn lthOlaives, dal a ghts and living largely their Owa. el 1 have often envied the opportune.• Mee of oiden.deys, when men lived the. lives of hermits, dwelling off in, some forest or on a mountainside, when. they c lti a tsd a little garden and.d: ' lived their lives—sometimes, at least,. In useful labor. Some of them were, scientists; engaged in the absorbing: work of interpreting the laws of nar tare, then little understood, and some. engaged in earnest thought of the, spiritual and the beautiful side of the• world; they learned to know well the trees and flowers and the skies andf water, and to see in them and in the. universe very much more than those, who dwelt in cities could see. Front: them came great and imperishable, things in literature. I do not know that art ever came from a hermit's' cell -'--art is an expression of the hu- man that mingles with his fellow man and sees in him possibilities beyond' what others dream. But great things in literature come from within, from. men communing with the quiet world,. learning to love it and understand it,. and at last to express it. From such a life came our most. wonderful sacred poems and songs. Do you think that any man, or any company of men, could in this age of.' steam and daily newspapers write a "Te Deum"? What the man did when he was. alone might have been good,, but na turaily it was often selfish. There are exceptions to that, of course there are records of men, hermits, who vol- untarily maintained roads and bridges, and hung lanterns to mark fords for those who crossed rivers,. These men. had either a strong innerited sense of' their brotherhood to man or else had. once lived with risen, and learned how hard the pathway is for many, and longed, with love in their longing mike it easier for them, Why does he do it? If it is a worthy` thing that he has done, you may be - sure that there has been love behiii'd. it. He has had in his heart love for - one woman, maybe, for wife and Schild -- ren, rxiaybe. Either motive.b'good. and natural and necessary, but'°te• has done a thing that we call really and truly great, he has in him more of love than that which goes out tov wife and children; ho has felt a flood- ing love through him that took in s: large part of the 'human race. • There conies a time rn every human. soul when there is a feeling: "Why, I am a part of this wonderful world. I must set out to see what I can do to. make it as happy and as pleasant and as clean as it can be. If he has loved wife and children. and his near neighbors, he has made a. useful citizen, and clone all that we: could reasonably ask of him. If ho• has reached out and loved more of. mankind than that, and has been re- cognized and given opportunities, he has developed into a true statesman., And if he has had a very great love,. with also a compelling strength that never tired, and a hatred to go with it, and all that hurts his fellow men„ then you bave a man.—J, W. A Famous Street. Rambling through the West End 01 Landon, one comes across those me- a� dallions which tell tbat such and such. a house was the residence of some statesman or poet, but it is seldom two, less three, can be found in one street or square, and the question i might be asked: "Which street in. London has been most favored by genius ?" It Wright be thought r .at this was si hard question to answer, On the con- trary, it is easy, for, just as Florence is ahead of every other city as the birthplace of great artists and poets, so Cheyne Wait has hcused more dis- tinguished men and women than any other London thoroughfare, Leaving out Sir Thomas More, and others who lived on the site before it was laid out, we line: among its inhabi- tants, in the nineteenth 'century alone, Holman Bunt, who painted there many of his best pictures; the great Turner, whose house remains to -day almost unchanged; Mrs. Gaskell,. who wrote the biography of Charlotte Brants; Rossetti, the poet -painter,,;, who was the model for Holman Hunt'r3• "Light of tho World," which may be seen in St. Paul's Cathedral; A:lgei'•' non Charles Swinburne, the poet; ' Meredith, the noyeliat wife after- wards lived for thirty.°year's' at the... foot of Box 11111; Geerge Eliot, the authoress of "Adam Bede'"; and . 'Whistler, the famousAirtist, who found so 1xiuch of his inspiration on 1110 'Kramer, close at hand. .y-_- Canvas gloves are exeelleaxt to um when dusting. A German process fol' drying ,eggs and fruit juices lashes thein bite foam ih steel eylindeile three h 'which hot air is passed to etw,vort thele, hits powder. "