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Ancient Customs Lingers On
Early Church Started Fish Habit that
Persists to This Day.
Fishermenfrom the Atlantic to the
Pacific are hopeful that the present
effort of the Canadian Gevermnent to
promote the consumption of Canadian
fish will result in people eating more
fish throughout the week rather than
confining this delicacy to Fridays.
Though fish has been eaten as a
food since prehistoric times, the early
Christian Church decreed that no
meat should be eaten on Fridays and
fast days but that fish might be sub-
stituted. From that arose a practice
that has persisted down to the pre-
sent time and has led people of every
denomination to associate fish with
Friday often to the virtual exclusion of
other days.
LO ST
P$INCJ
By
Frances Hoo son
Burnett;
9
CHAPTER 1
The New Lodgers At No. 7
Philibert Place
There are many dreary and dingy
rows of ugly houses in certain parts
of London, but there certainly could
not be any rowmore ugly pr dingier
than- Philibert Place. There were
stories that it had once been More
attractive, but that had been so long
ago that no one remembered the time.
It stood back in its gloomy, narrow
strips of 'uncared-for,' smoky gardens,
whose broken iron railings were sup-
posed to protect it from the surging
traffic of a road which was always
roaring with the rattle of busses,
cabs, drays, and vans, and the passing
of people who were shabbily dressed
and looked as if they were either go-
ing to hard work or corning from it,
or hurrying to see if they could find
some of it to do to keep themselves
from going hungry. The brick fronts
of the houses were blackened with
smoke, their window's were nearly all
dirty and hung with dingy curtains,
or had no curtains at all; the strips
of ground, which had once been in-
tended to grow flowers in, had been
trodden down into bare earth in which
even weeds had forgotten to grow.
One of them was used as a stone -cut-
ter's yard, and cheap monuments,
crosses, and slates were set out for
sale, bearing inscriptions beginning
with "Sacred to the Memory of." An-
other had piles of old lumber in it,
another exhibited second-hand furni-
ture, chairs witn unsteady legs, sofas
with horsehair stuffing bulging out
of holes in their covering, mirrors
with blotches or cracks in them. The
insides of the houses were as gloomy
as the outside. They were all ex-
actly alike. In each a dark entrance
passage led to narrow stairs going
up to bedrooms, and to narrow steps
going down to a basement kitchen.
The back bedroom looked out on
small, sooty, flagged yards, where
thin cats quarreled, or sat on the cop-
ing of the brick walls hoping that
sometime they might feel the sun;
the front rooms looked over the noisy
road, and through their windows carne
the roar and rattle of it. It was shab-
by and cheerless on the brightest
days, and on foggy or rainy ones it
was the most forlorn place in Lon-
don.
According to leading executives of
the fishing industry, this habit is not
only harmful to the industry but is
robbing people of many advantages.
If the people eat more fish through -
nut the week, they would be assured
of fresher fish and they would get it
at lower prices. The increasedde-
mand for the products of sea, lake
and river would give an impetus to
the whole industry and, while retail
prices to the public would drop, the
price to,the fisherman would increase,
owing to the lessening of the present
overhead caused by the public habit
of eating fish mostly on Fridays.
Not only the fishing industry but
the medical profession are behind the
move to encourage people to eat more
fish throughout the week. Many
medical columnists of newspapers
Gaye gone on record as to the nutri-
tive and healthful value of fish. With
its richness in proteins, minerals and
other elements, they say,, fish is an
important article of diet, as nourish-
ing as other foods and more easily ;di-
gested..
'At least that was what one boy
thought as he stood near the iron
railings watching the passers-by on
the morning on which this story be-
gins, which was also the morning af-
ter he had been brought by his fath-
er to live as a lodger in the back sit-
ting room of the house No. 7.
He was a boy about twelve years
old, his name was Marco Loristan,
and he was the kind of boy people
look at a second time when they have
looked at him once. In the first
place, he was a very big boy—tall
for his years, and with a particularly
strong frame. His shoulders were
broad and his arms and legs were
long and powerful. He was quite used
to hearing people say, as they glanc-
ed at him, "What a fine, big lad!"
And then they always looked again
at his face. It was not an English
face or an American one, and was
very dark in coloring. His features
were strong, his black hair grew on
his head like a mat, his eyes were
large and deep set, and looked out be-
tween thick, straight, black lashes. He
was as un -English a boy as one could
imagine, and an observing person
would have been struck at once by a
sort of silent look expressed by his
whole f ace, a look which suggested
that he was not a boy who talked
much.
This look was specially noticeable
this morning as he stood before the
iron railings. The things he was
thinking of were of a kind likely to
bring to the face of a twelve -year-old
boy an unboyish expression.
He was thinking of the long, hur-
ried journey he ,and his father and
their old soldier servant, Lazarus, had
made during the last few days — the
journey from Russia. Cramped in a
close third-class railway carriage,
they had dashed across the Continent
as if something important or terrible
were driving them, and here they
were, settled in London as if they
wre going to live forever at No. 7
Philibert Place. He knew, however,
that though they m ight stay a year,
it was just as probable that, in the
middle of some night, his father or
Lazarus might waken him from his
sleep and. say, "Get_rtp-dress your-
self quickly. We must go at once."
3
A few days later, he might be in St.
Petersburg, Berlin, Vienna, or Buda-
pest, huddled away in some poor little
house s shabby and comfortless as
No. 7 Philibert Place.
He passed his hand over his fore-
head as he thought of it and watched
the busses. His strange life and his
close association with his father had
made him much older than his years,
but he was only a boy, after all, and
the mystery of things sometimes
weighed heavily, upon him, and set
him 'to deep wondering.'
In not one ofthe many countries
he renew had he ever meta boy whose
life was in the least like his 'own, He rose'from his seat and went to
Other boys had homes` in which 'they 'a. corner of the room . He knelt
spent year after year;' they went to down, turned back the carpet, lifted
school regularly, and played with oth- a plank, and took something from
er boys, and talked openly'of the beneath it. It was a sword, and, as
things which happened- to them, and he came back to Marco, he drew it
the journeys they made. When he out from <'its sheaths The, child's
remained in a place long enough to strong little body stiffened and
make friends, he knew he must never drew itself up, his large, deep eyes
forget that his whole existence was a flashed. He was to take his oath of
sort of secret whose safety depended allegiance upon a sword as if he were
upon his own silence and discretion. a man. He did not know that his.
This was because of the'promises small hand opened and shut with a
he had ni tide to his father, and they fierce understanding grip because
had been the first thing he remem those of his blood had for long cem
bered. Not that he had. ever regret- turies past carried swords and fought
ted anything connected with his lath- with them.
er. He threw his black head up as
he thought of that. None of the oth- Loristan gave him the big bared
er boys had such a father, not one of weapon, and stood erect before him.
them. His father was his'idol and his "Repeat these words after me sen-
tenceehief. He had scarcely ever seen him by, sentence!" he commanded.
when his clothes had not been poor And as he spoke them Marco cent
and shabby, but he'• had also never oed each one loudly and clearly,
seen him when, despite his worn coat The sword is my hand—for Sam -
and frayed lipen, he had not stood out aval
Sam -
among all others as more distinguish- "The heart in my breast—for Sam -
ed than the most noticeable of them. avia!
When he walked down a street, peo- "The swiftness of my sight, the
ple turned to look at him even often- thought of my brain, the life of my
er than they turned to look at Marco, life—for Samavia.
and the boy felt as if it was not "Here grows a man for Samavia.
merely because he was a big man "God be thanked!"
with a handsome, dark face, but be- Then Loristan put his hand on the
cause he looked, somehow, as if he child's shoulder, and his dark face
had been born to command armies, looked almost fiercely proud.
and as if no one would think of disob-
eying him. Yet Marco had never seen
him command any one, and they had
always been poor, and shabbily dres-
sed, and often enough ill -fed. But
whether they were in one country or
another, and whatsoever dark place
they seemed to be hiding in, the few
people they saw treated him with a
sort of deference, and nearly always
"From this hour," he said, "you
and I are comrades at arms."
And from that day to the one on
which he stood beside the broken iron
railings of No. '7 Philibert Place, Mar-
co 'had not forgotten for one hour.
CHAPTER II
A Young Citizen of the World
stood when thy were in his presence,
rayless he bade them sit down. He had been in London more than
"It is because they know he is a once before, but not to the lodgings
patriot, and patriots are respected," in Philibert Place. When he was
the boy had told himself. brought a second or third time to a
town or city, lie always knew that the
He himself wished to be a patriot, house he was taken to would be in a
though he had never seen his own quarter new to him, and he should
country of Samavia. He knew it well, not see again the people he had seen
however. His father had talked to before. Such slight links of ac -
him about it ever since that day when quaintance a s sometimes formed
he had made the promises. He had themselves between him and other
taught him to know it by helping him children as shabby and poor as him -
to study curious detailed maps of it self were easily broken. His father,
—maps of its cities, maps of its however, had never forbidden him to
mountains, maps of its roads. He make chance acquaintances. He had,
had told him stories of the wrongs in fact, told him that he had reasons
done its people, of their sufferings for not wishing him to hold himself
and struggles for liberty, and, above aloof from other boys. The only
fall, of their unconquerable courage. barrier which must exist between
When they talked together of its his -i them must be the barrier of silence.
tory, Marco's boy -blood burned and concerning his wanderings f r o m
leaped in his veins, and he always country to country. Other boys as
knew, by the look in his father's eyes, poor as he was did not make con -
that his blood burned also. His coun-'istant journeys, therefore they would
trymen had been killed, they had been miss nothing from his boyish talk
robbed, they had died by thousands-, when he omitted all mention of his.
of cruelties and starvation, but their When he was in Russia, he must
souls had never been conquered, and, speak only of Russian places and
through all the years during which Russian people and customs. When
more powerful nations crushed and he was in France, Germany, Austria,
enslaved them, they never ceased to or England, he must, do the same
struggle to free themselves and stand thing. When he had learned Eng -
unfettered as Samavians had stood lish, French, German, Italian, and
centuries before. j Russian he did not know. He had
`‘Why do we not live there?" Mar- seemed to grow up in the midst of
co had cried on the day the promises changing tongues which all seemed
• were made. "Why do we not go back familiar to him, as languages are
and right? When I am a man, I will familiar to children who have lived
be a soldier and die for Samavia." I with them until one scarcely seems
"We are of those who must live for Tess • familiar than another. He did
Samavia—working day and night," remember, however, that his father
his father had answered; "denying had always been unswerving in his'
ourselves, training our bodies and attention to his pronunciation and
souls, using our brains, learning the method of speaking the language of
1 things which are best to be done for any country they chanced to be liv-
our peoplo and our country. Even ing iiia
exiles may be Samavian soldiers -7i "You must not seem a foreigner in
am one, you must be one.' any country,' he had said to hi m. "It
"Are we exiles?" asked Marco.
"Yes," was the answer. "But even is necessary that you should not. But
if we never set foot on Sainavian when you are in England, you must
any -
soil, we must give our lives to it. I not know French, of German, or have given mine since I was sixteen. thing,butnce, English,
I shall give it until I die." Once, when he was seven or eight
"Have you never lived there?" said years old, a boy had asked him what
Marco. his father's work was.
"His own father is a carpenter, and
'A strange look shot across his „
father's face. he asked me if my father was one,
"No," he answered, and said no Marco brought the story to Loristan.
more. Marco, watching him, knew "I said you were not. Then he asked
Ire must not ask the question again. if you were a shoemaker, and another
The next words his father said one said you might be a bricklayer
was about the promises. Marco or a tailor—and I didn't know what
quite a. little fellow seat the time, to tell them." He had been out play-
wasbut he understood the solemnity of ing in a London street, and he put a
them, and felt tht he was being hon -
arm,
little hand on his father's
cr.ed as if he were a man. arm, and clutched and almost fierce -
"When you are a man, you shall ly shook it. "I wanted to say that
known all you wish to know,' Loristan you were not like their fathers,' not
said. "Now ,you are a child, and at all. I knew you were not, though
COLLEGIATE GRUIVIBLINGS
Written Weekly by as Husky a Pair of Grumblers
As You'd Wish To' Meet,
Sad news again! Easter .exams
start a week from today. That omin-
ous notice is up on the blackboard
once more. Weep for us, friends.. Our
tears are: not sufficient unto our
grief.
your mind must not be burdened. you were quite as poor. You are not
But you must do your - part. A child a bricklayer or a shoemaker, but a
sometimes forgets that words may patriot— you could not be .only a
be dangerous. You must promise bricklayer—you!"He said it grandly
never to forget this. Wheresoever and with a queer indignation, his
black head held up and his eyes an -
you are, if you have playmates, you gry
let about
must remember to be silent
many things. You must not speak Loristan laid his hand against his
of what I do, or of the people who mouth.
come to see me. You must not men- "Hush! hush!" he said. "Is it an
tion the things in your life which insult to a man to think he may be a
make it different from the lives of Carpenter or make a good suit of
other boys. You must keep in your clothes? If I could make our clothes,
mind that a secret, exists which' a we should go better dressed. If I
chance foolish word might betray. were a shoemaker, your toes would
You are a Samavian, and there have not be making their way into the
been Samavians who have died a world as they are now." He was
thousand deaths rather than betray'smiling, but Marco saw his head held
a secret. You must learn to obey itself high, too, and his eyes were
without question, as, if you were a glowing as he touched his shoulder.
soldier. Now you must take your "I know you did not tell them I was
oath of allegiance. " a patriot," he ended. "What was it
Question:
Why were our ,teachers so very,
very jumpy, and nervous on Thursday
and Friday? Why did they grow
deathly pale, every time someone
walked into the roam, and slammed
the door. Why did they have the ket-
tle in the teachers' room, singing mer-
rily?
Answer:
The Inspector. Just two little
words. Not even a complete sentence.
Yet what a wealth of information they
convey.
Oh, well! It's all over now, and no
one is any the worse for it. Mr. Wal-
lace was young, very nice, and, we
noticed, was thought quite good look-
ing by certain of the'fair sex.
Our Senior Boys' Oratorical Contest
was postponed, until Wednesday, be-
cause
e
cause every one seemed quite anxious
to see the New Hamburg -Clinton hoc-
key game Tuesday night. Maybe
some of the Collegiate girls have a
crush on that delicate, minute, little
"matinee idol" defenceman, Sparrer.
They have some very, very choice
names for him, anyway.
Ian Filshie has just returned to
school, after a brief illness. Mr. Fines,
sympathizing with him, said, "It is a
serious thing, when Filshie gets sick,
because there is so much of him to
get sick!" And while we are on the
subject of "Filshie's" we may relate
to you a few of our observations con -
you said to them?"
"I remembered that you were near-
ly always writing and drawing maps,
and I said you were a writer, but I
did not know what you wrote—and
that you said it was a poor trade. I
heard you say that once to LazarusI
Was that right thing to tell them?"
"Yes. You may always say it if
you are asked. There are poor fel-
lows enough who write a thousand
different things which bring them
little money. There is nothing strange
in my being a writer."
So Loristan answered him, and
from that time if, by any chance, his
father's means of livelihood were in-
quired into, it was simple enough and
true enough to say that he wrote to
earn his bread.
(Continued next week,)
cutting these mighty 'men of Might
from the fair abode of Hensel'. "Lit-
tle" Filshie as Alexander is nick-
named, ran into the room one after-
noon, dressed in his very sporty over-
coat, rubbers on feet, and lunch -box
in hand. He promptly kicked "Big"
Ian Filshie, and greeted him with the
very kind remark, "Come on, Grand-
pa, we must get home and milk those
cows." "Very well, James," returned
"Big" Filshie, "bring the limousine
to the front entrance." The limousine
"Big" Filshie referred to is that de-
crepit, sputtering, old car he drives
to our Collegiate. And while we are
'on the subject of cars let us quote a
verse which a Ford -enthusiast sent us.
A little bit of tin,
A little bit of board,
A little bit of gas,
And then we have a Ford.
diteg' sent,
Fly from form to office, desk to board
And thus my Musings stop, Art, glad?
With most profound apologies to-,
our dear friend of Shorter poems,'
Milton.
Mary had a little Iamb
It's tail was white as snow,
And everywhere that Mary went—
She took a bus.
-Cuninghame-
hoses are red,
Violets are blue,
I love you;
And I'm glad the Inspector is gone
too:.
- A. Pupil.
Little fishes inth brook
They look, and look, and look:
They play and play, all day they play.
My sister rides a velocipede.
—Satter -
There was a man upon the stair
The other day lie wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today!
Oh dear, I wish lie"d! go away!
—"Rip" Match -
When I was young
The school -inspector, M. W. Wal- And had no sense
lace, payed a friendly call on us last I sat at a.desk
week, but judging by the kn the And learned nonsense'
teachers' faces, you. wouldloothink it Taught by teachers, at the school,
was Dracula. Every sound, opening Who preached to me the golden rule -
of door, and scraping of feet called Now I am old, and wise as they
for the blush act. Funny how such Who made me waste my time away.
distinguished tutors should act so. —C Holmes.
Still nature is strange and myster-
ious . 'Neff said, and Au •vain:.
This coming Friday evening, at the!
hour of eight, there are two games of WHAT OTHER NEWS
basketball scheduled for all interest- Q,APER� 'ARE SAYING
ed. Two teams of boys and two girls'
teams picked from our local hopefuls
will tussle. After a dance is to fol-
low . And here is the biggest surprise CHILDHOOD JOYS'
of all, admission ten cents—only one Oh for the years of childhoods when
dime. Still some people persistently it was possible to fall down the:stairs
tell us that a dime is a very large three or four times, swallow a but -
sum. Well, until we meet on Friday ton or two, consume a quantity of
at eight, watch the Fords go by. food that was never sufficient, and
still have a thoroughly enjoyable.
day.—Kincardine Review -Reporter.
In Writing News
When I consider how my life is
spent
Ere four o'clock on Tuesday after-
noon,
When that expletive, which would
play a tune
On someone's high-flown pride
Is lodged with pre useless, though my
soul more bent
To serve therewith niy readers, lest
they our musings chide.
"Do they demand description, words
denied?
I fondly ask. But Clancy, to prevent
That murmur„ soon replies, "I have a
word."
That fits him to perfection. That word
Is "teacher"; thousands at their bid -
THE BETTER BUSINESS MAN'
The man who will do most to pro-
long the prevailing easier business:
conditions is the man who keeps a
level head and who does a little bet-
ter what he was already doing fairly
well.—Exeter Times -Advocate.
PENNY STAMPS?
Hon. J. C. Elliott, postmaster -gen-
eral, announced in the House of Com-
mons that his department will show a
surplus of three million dollars for
the current fiscal year. Will that:
warrant a return to the two cent let-
ter rate?—Goderich Star.
Advertisements
are a guide to value
Experts can roughly estimate the value of a produt by looking
at it. More accurately, by handling and examining it. Its appear-
ance, its texture, the "feel" and the balance of it all mean some-
thing to their trained eyes and fingers.
.n But no one person oan be an expert on steel, brass, wood,lea-
tlzer; foodstuffs, fabrics, and all of the materials that make up a
list of personal purchases. And even experts are fooled, sometimes,
by concealed flaws and imperfections.
There is a surer index of value than the senses of sight and touch
—knowledge of the maker's name and for what it stands. Here is
the most certain method, except that of actual use, for judging the
value of any manufactured goods. Here is the only guarantee
against careless workmanship, or the use of shoddy materials.
* This is one important reason why it pays to read advertise -
Monts and to buy advertised goods. The product that is advertised
is worthy of your confidence.
Merchandise must be good or it could not be consistently advertised.
Bay advertised goods.
The Clilltoll Nows-Roeord
A FINE MEDIUM FOR ADVERTISING.READ ADS IN THiU
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