The Brussels Post, 1939-9-20, Page 2•
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THj. BRUSSELS POST
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BY /JALIAN IVEi SON
aim, you 1a the fields aogle or
so a !way from Hopcolt a few dayS
ego'withMr, Falkland, and I am re-
ai'owned for recnemlbering faces. I
iwas 'an'"my' wa yto the links when
1 noti"eed you' wandering along the
road Monarda the school, I Imag-
ined' you were about to call on Mr.
'Falkland,"
Bridget blushed',
"Oh, dear no! I haven't been to
that House yet. I expect he ;will
invite my prandtmother and me over
one day—anyway she expects him "Need I say?' And Cynthia
to do so.' gazed at her fixedly, "Doesn't your
Biddy paused and shuddered. own heart do the answering of that
"Oh, I hate it so!" she ented, most unnecessary question? A wo-
man engaged to be married is no
longer a child. You .can't have
promised to anarry a man rvithout
weighing the matter well over and
counting the cost, • It is such a big
enterprise to go in for—it's a life
sentence in so many cases."
Biddy shivered anew. She had
craved for someone to confide in,
for Anne was of no use whatever,
neither was her grandmother nor
Lydia. Of course it was mad and
like her usual reckless Impulsive-
ness to be willing to open her heart
to a total stranger, but then strang-
ers sometimes can et nearer to
one than one's own people.
Which practically overlooks the would; have been so ranch adore
linins and, needless to say the bilis. seusible, more Pleasant to have tut
You would almost have the :lmpre's- thing be. 2 am rather 'inclined
Mon 'that you. were in the • country to tuns now that he Would have
like' that. I shouldn't worry if 1 been glad; to keep me as his little
were you, if it's 'merely the shape friend and never, never have want
and size and gloominess, of the ted me to !become anything else."
house that upsets you. Houses can "`Yet you would not have lilted
be changed --they are really of that," Opisthia ,pointed out, dwell -
very little Importance compared to tally, "It Is all vera well to say
alter .things---'" these things, but think what a sit-
"What things?' intercepted the ference it would make if Mr. Falk-
younger girl, thickly. 'an'd had not proposed ,to you, and
you had Just gone on in the same
humdrum way at the faxen,"
Bridget stared at her disappoint-
edly.
""Then you don't understands
atter all, and you seemed to read
me like a book. It was so nice to
feel that at last someone did take
it in and; see from my side. My
sister is not a scrap sympathetic ,in
fact, she makes may life terribly
hard nowadays. She plagues me
with all these fears for the future,
She won't let it alone—I get no
peace anywhere. pf , only I could
go black a month and just be my
own self, I feel 'I am somebody
else" --I have done so ever since Me'.
Falkland proposed. The weight IS
so ghastly. I am not fitted to be
hie wife, I don't want to marry
hi'm'
Cynthia looked straight ahead of
her and her eyes were troubled, in
-spite of having reached her goal.
She knew she had been right all
along and that the whole of this
love affair was a .tangle and a mess.
Her dehisiom har been strengthened
considerably the day she had seen
Adrian and this girl In the meadow
near Hopcolt ., The very way they
colt especially d nth were walking and talking revealed
so much! They, were poles apart,
in such countlessddreotions, and
I She paused, then supplemented she marvelled that they were
HEARSE with emphasis and very eagerly—
MOTOR not aware of it, Now at any rate
B G. WALKER she had discovered Bridget knew
Embalmer and Funeral "tii"hieh was absurd, because Mr. , it. But did Adrian? She was
Director. Falkland' and I had only really not so sure about him
known each other a few weeks. It '"I believe," she said, soothingly,
"You are a little overwrought just
j now, because that gloomy old, house
has. scared you. Wiry not go - home
1 and sleep on it? Don't give it an-
' other single thought today—blot it
outcoffpletely and do as you - did
before you knew Mr. Falkland. Mix
{ with your old friends and throw
yourself into your old pleasures
and work. Then tonight don't
• dwell on it either, but Pail asleep. as
you were still a girl unldkley to
marry for ages end ages."
Cynthia coughed significantly.
'Perhaps all this sounds babyish,.
but if you can manage ,it you'll. have
a chance of realising where you are
and just how much your engage-
ment means to you. I believe you
can play a game of patience as wenn
as any girl I've met so why not
carry my programme out to the
full?"
Bridget nodded and smiled.
"I will. But what if Mr. Falk-
land
calls, to -clay? And he may do,
he comes over when he can 8.t it in.
I never know until' he arrvies,"
"Why not be out for once—right
away from Horpcolt, so .that you
can't be found That may be the
beet course for you both just at the
Present moment!" Cynthia advised,.
after due. reflection,
WAIT.
Cynthia, who had finished the
skirt and was standing back in
order to examine her workmanship
more thoroughly, suddenly held out
her hand,
"My dear child," she exclaimed,
"tell tme all about it! What do you
hate, that house? Well, to tell the
truth, I don't suppose you'd get an
homelst being to call it beautiful.
Perhaps. Mr. Falkland will build
a villa within the .grounds on mod-
ern lines, That could be easily
done—a bungalow, even, (with a
delightful garden running around it.
There is a part of the grounds
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WALKER'S
FUNERAL HOME
William Street,
Brussels, Ontario
PERSONAL ATTENDANCE
'Phone 65
Day or Night Calls
That is, if they are moulded as
this woman, who appeared to read
one's difficulties at a glance, and
reply to questions before they were
put into speech, .
"It was all done in such a rush,"
confessed Bridget, in a snail un-
certain voice. "I pitied him, he was
1 so lonely, and they all said at Hop-
colt—especially
op-
- - my gran en er—
that it was time he spoke or left
me entirely alone:"
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DAY .4
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CH 4PTDR VII,
A Fresh Surprise,
Bridget was again tbinpdng (Oyu_
thla for all she had done and said,
when she exclaimed.—
"And this is all Wholly between
ourselves? Nobody will know that
I've opened my heart to you, will
the?"
"Nobody," Cynthia reastsured, her,
quietly. I newer give confidences
away under any circrostanceo
whatever,"
"Perhaps I shall be sorry I've told
you, so snitch," Biddy hazarded,
wistfully. "We may newer meet
again, yet I'd like to, for you are
the fiery nicest, lowliest. being I've
ever come across in my life."
"We shall meet," prophelsied, Cyn-
thia, with certainty, "and when we
d» you'll havenetb"iny to fear, little
girl. i shan't remind you of this
talk. It will be quite sacred to
me,"
, They were just about to :'separate,
having come to the road" which led
to Hopoolt and Pendia, when .Cyn
thio remarked, "Are you going to
walk all that way back alone? What
a pity the buses don't dun in your
direction 'yet. I suppose the one
trentIfardyfokp straight' 1,0 Penile
•
Thy.Pers.t forn which
tob.cse cola bs usekad"
would not lie12 you much?".
Biddy was ou the verge of reply-
ing
eplying that 11 would not, when she
caught slight of Robin Cardre(v ds"iT-
";ing lits' esinployer'S small car,.
"Oh!" and her whole face itt up.
"It's Robin, and he has seen me.
Ile will ,give me a lith, tgo' X ought
to be house soon or I shall he unfor-
givably late far our meal:'
Cynthia warped; bow the Young
man answered intsantly Bridget
Gray's "signal and the eXPreas5lom on
his Mace as he waited for. her to
clamber into the' awkard ,ahabbY
little affair. As she flashed a final
glance from one to the other before
the 'engine snorted and thumped
forward, she drew her own 00n-
clusious.
So that was why Bridget could
not bring herself to tolerate the
school house-1that was
adri why
the
Falk-
land thought
of, marrying
land was a nightmare and made her
so ready to Prove she would not he
in the least suited to 11180.
"Then why consent to an engage-
ment?" Cynthia groaned, as she re-
turned to her home and loitered( in
the garden, snipping off dead. leaves
and discoloured: flowers to provide
occupation for keeping her there,
instead of joining ber mother in-
doors.
"It is all such a tangle," she
sighed, impatiently, "and maybe
Adrian is fond of her. She is . so
naive and original, 1 fell in 3ove
with her myself."
.She snapped off a refractory dried
up bud, "What a maze ,and I must
let things take their course—just
stand by and refrain from, lifting
another finger to help or 'hinder
them. I've done enough as it is.
Some folk might call it meddling.
T daresay it was in a measure, yet
the child was so ahxious to unbur-
den. her Saul and get advice."
"Not that she was wholly open
with me," and rC"ynthla chuckled.
"Little monkey, she quite took me
In! I imagined she was ' hanging
on to simple. girlhood. I had ne
idea that she really lowed • another
man which she does; whether she
is absolutely aware of the fact of
not."
She entered the house at last,
still musing over her discovery.
Did Adrian know of his rival's axis -
tenets? And who wins, , the young
feiloay. A farmer by all she could
gather, and in every way more fitted.
to .be the husband of Biddy than
Adrian; who was so scholarly* and
so much her senior.
Biddy had called, him Robin, and
in .spite of his useful suit of clothes
his voice was nice—he was educat-
ed. But it went without the saying
now she knew the girl that she
would never choose a lout.
"Why aren't they engaged as
they both care? 1 ami positive they
dto. Where did the confusion
start? Had there been a quarrel
or same grave misunre'r tanddng?
Gdrlsi. of Bridget's age often indulged
in such dangerous pastimes to their,
own undoing."
Mris. Seadon! was In an unusually
active mood, and had planned, an
afternoon of visiting if her daugh-
ter
aughter could escort her. This was
most unexjeeted; but •Cynthia gen-
erally managed to concekl her fe'ed-
ings and, rise to the occasion
nobly. As a matter of fact she
was always glad when her mother
did, have these spurts Of wanking to
fuliild a fekv social obligations It
helped, her spirits and nerves after-
wards Greta it her strength should
suffer frosty the exertion for awhile.
Bridget, for :the rest of the day,
bore in mind all that •Cynthia See -
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don had told her mr"inutely, and
obeyed her; too. She threw her-
sect into her -old duties and interests
undragingly, til Anne 'remarked that
1t was more like hoarse again, ' and
willingly,agreedt to ga fora shall)
walk with her In the afternoon
"You may miss Adrian Faiklind,'
she warned as together they strode
towards the Fondle .woods. "Are-
n't you venturing out just when he
might call? Don't blame me If he
arrives and de2rante while we are
not within the range ole calling."
5x1'11 leave it to chance. I've ,stay-
ed.
stayed in lots when he hasn't managed
to turn up,' reltonted Biddy., blithely.
"1 feel like chanciisg things oto -day.
Left's climb Pendile mauntian, It's.
months and months since we did so,
and the gorse will be wonderful up
there and so will the last of the
berries."
"You babe! Pendle mountain
indeed! You're for ever giving
the landmarks names around, here.
You are just simply an infant, Bid,
you'll never quite grow ult.'
TO BE CONTINNJED.
Honey Grape Jam:
2 baskets grapes
3 c. honey
1 c. water
'Separate skins and pulp of grapes
and cook searately, then wive pulp
and adtl to skins. Reheat, . add
honey and water. Let comae to
boil and seal in sterile jars,
Cucumber 'Pickles:
2 qt. cucumbers
14 tsp. ginger
74 tap, cinnamon
tsp. allspice
S 'tsp, celery seed
2'a honey
4 c, vinegar
Mi'x' spices, vinapar and honey.
Brink to . boll, pour over encumbers
2 c. honey
and 'seal.
Apple, Peach or' Pear Pickles:
3 0. honey
3 c. vinegar '
apices
2 c. water
'1 tap. salt •
Bring to a boil) add fruit, cook
1111 tender, Pack in sterile jars
and seal. For apples, tie spices
(cloveb and stick cinnamon) in
cheesecloth bag and boil In pick-
ling syrup. ' For pears and
peaches stick cloves (2 or 3 each)
into fruit an rallow stick cinnamon
to cook inthe syrup,.
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General Insurance
Office
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clieSNAPS410T CIJIL
IT'S FAIR TIME
It's Fair time! Take your camera with you.
SEPTESEPTEMBER Is fair time and • I'll Live backgrounds such' as telephone
MBER
poles, wires or sheds. •
Among the innumerable pldture
possibilities at the 'fair you will
surely want to take some action pic-
tures and it fair Isn't •complete
without the ,thrill of, horse raois g
whether they feature, the' veteran
driver proudly seated In his sulky
or'the'young, dare=devil jockey.
Snap a picture of the start 01 the
race as the drivers, or jockeys
maneuver their horses to the barrier
or starting post fintl.by all means
take your positlot at'the turn of the
track as the horses dash ,perilously
around the curve ,and Into the
"home stretch."
Remember thle,' however. If you
do not have 'a camera with al very
fast shutter,; say one that. will oP-
erate.at 1/5,00.of a second: or, taster.
don't try to snap a rapidly moving
object as it whizzes directly across
the fens of the camera' or direct Hai
of vision. Your chance"'ot getting a
good, sharp; picture ie,muchgreater
If you catch your subtest at as
angle of about 4E degrees. Iia . al-
ways better to play sate than to'
take a chance and perhaps get a
blurred *titre. 'Loan your. camera
and take along plenty of extra lion,
on that eventful day when you, are
"off to the fair,"
251 John van Guilder
wager that mighty few of ,you
have given any thought to this
angle of snapshooting. Right? Hon-
estly, the fall fair or exhibition offers
more possibilities for snapshooting
than space will permit telling about.
There's the side-show band with its
battered instruments letting forth
loud blasts of discordant music. And
there are the not so clean -looking
venders of dolls, trick gadgets, bal.
loons and various other things of
questionable value. Everywhere you
turn is a subject for good human ie
terest pictures.
But let's . look toward the more
serious side of the fair -the exhibits,
for instance. By making intelligent
use of 'your .camera you can snap
record pictures that may later prove
invaluable. Then there Is •the judg-
ing of cattle, sheep, horses and hogs.
If the judging is done in ah open-air
ring you can get the pioture of the
winner of the blue ribbon with any
camera' --box type or folding.'
In taking such pletures, or any
picture, as far 'as that is concerned,
don't just look in :the finder and
snap the first thing you see.. It the
animal being judged has any un -
tumid markings, manage to get to a
place near the ring where these
markings show up the beet in your
Ander. Try, too, to avoid unattrac-