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"Fresh From the Gardens"
Peter's Night Out
, By William Freeman
When Peter Grainger moved from
'dingy lodgings to the Rural Heights
Garden Suburb, he was materializing
a dream of twenty years' standing.
But Agatha, his sister, who kept
house for him, showed no 'special en-
thusiasm.
"If there's a ghost or—or anything
In that little wood behind the hill,"
.she prophesied one mdrning at break-
fast, "and they say it's haunted, mark
my words, it'll come out!"
Peter, too experienced to say "Non-
sense," collected his hat and suit -case
and prepared to set out for the sta-
- tion. But at the gate he turned back.
"Agatha!"
Agatha's prim face appeared at
- the open casement window.
"You haven't forgotten the Old
;Boys' Dinner tonight?" (Agatha had-
n't), "and that i shall probably, be
notne late?" -
Agatha hadn't forgotten that, eith-
"I wish," concluded Peter, untruth-.
fully, "there was time for me to come
home to dress. I shall miss your help
in tying—,"
"You'll miss the train if you don't
hurry," snapped Agatha, and shut
the window.
For the Old Boys' Dinner be dres-
sed in the office after it was closed,
packing his blue serge suit in the
suit -case. He enjoyed himself thor-
• oughly, as usual, and it was past ele-
ven
lsven when he left the hot and noisy
room, collected his hat—he had for-
gotten to bring a coat to veil the
flaunting gaiety of his dress -clothes
—and set forth to catch a train on
-the newly -opened tube extension.
He had to stand for half the -jour-
ney, and when at last he obtained a
seat he fell asleep. He woke only
jest in time to get out. His brain was
still c loudy, partly with unaccustom-
ed wine, partly from sheer fatigue.
As he emerged from the station
and blundered into a puddle he made
the unpleasant discovery that though
in London it had been fine all day,
Rural Heights and thereabouts had
been deluged with heavy rain. A.
misty drizzle was still falling from a
cloud -laden sky in which half a moon
.appeared and disappeared erratically.
Agatha's comments when she survey-
•
ed his dripping clothes would, of
course, make him feel something less
than a worm, but it couldn't be help-
ed. He might have backed into the
shelter of the station and changed his
thin shoes for the stouter ones back
in his suitcase, but his feet were al-
ready soaking. He would take, the
short cut through Vicarage Lane and
its mud, and get indoors to bed as
soon as he could.
He' emerged from the Lane into his
own road. It was badly it, and the
double row of villas lost itself in a
gulf of darkness and drizzle. He be-
gan to study the numbers. But not all
the houses possessed numbers, pre-
ferring the non -committal elegance of
names.
(P'eter's was "79." It was painted
on the fanlight, and clearly visible
when the hall -light was on. Agatha,
however, •had an economical mind;
could expect no illumination at this
hour.
He groped his way up a pathway
that .locked familiar, peered at the
fanlight, and distinguished "75." Not
too bad for a first attempt. Ile tip
toed down the path again, gave the
next three houses a miss, and tiptoed
up the path of the fourth.
And then he couldn't find the key.
Peter's fingers began a forlorn and
frantic search in pocket after pocket,
visions of Agatha's face when he a-
woke and fetched her down landing
desperation to the job. Finally, the
problem was solved by a stroke of
luck, clean outside his calculations.
Lurching against the door, he discov-
ered that it wasn't fastened. Agatha
must have gone to the post leaving
the catch secured, and forgotten to
release it when she returned.
"Cheers!" said Peter under his
breath.
Inside, the hall seemed even darker
than the - porch. His fingers felt for
the switch. There was a resonant
"click" but no light. Number "79's"
meter was of the slot variety—Aga-
tha
ariety Aga-
tha had a horror of running upbilis,
even electric -light bills—and the lat-
est shillingsworth must have ex-
pended itself. Which meant that un-
less Peter could find another shiI-
ling, and successfully and silently
find his way to where the meter lived
OF THh1
O atwb au ItiebiralAauuttatintt
and Life Insurance Companies in Canada.
GRANT FLbIMI
BABY SLEEPS
Babies cry because crying is . one
•'•of the few ways they - have of ex-
pressing their feelings; or of securing
the attention they need. Just how of-
ten or for how long a baby will cry
• will depend upon a number of things.
The new born baby sleeps most of
• the time, waking only to bo fed and
then going off to sleep again. As the
child grows older, he seeps less, and
if he is to sleep throughout the night,
then hemuss be.treined,,from birth,
in regular habits of sleeping, feeding,
elimination and bathing. 'It is much
more simple to establish the proper
habits from the first than to have the
correct bad habits later- on.
The baby will not.eiteep regularly
• -unless he has other daily habits which
are also 'regular. "Feed by the
clock" is good 'advice which might be
• extended to :hed-time, . ,bathing and
elimination, It is helpful to the child's
development to have these habits ese
tablished earlyso that they 'become
second nature to him, requiring no at -
'tendon, and leaving him free to de-
welop,'other activities.
The baby, who is upset when feed-
ing time comes is apt to swallow a
great deal of air with his food; this
may mean that he will not secure
sufficient food, and the result is a
restless sleep after such a feeding.
;holding the child over the shoulder and
Edited by -
NG, M.D., Associate Secretary
gently patting his back helps toex-
pe/the air from the stomach.
Keeping him warm enough, but not
too warm, andrturning him so as to
give him . a change of position, en-
courage sound sleep. The baby has
not the same ability as the adult to
adjust the body temperature, hence
the importance of providing himwith.
just the right amount of clothing
and covers, depending upon the tem-
perature.' The baby wbo is ovecloth-
ed is irritable and: restless because he',
is uncomfortable.
•Colic gives rise to severe pains; it
is due to - an irritation of the bowel
from some cause. The baby with col-
ic usually lies with his legs 'drawn
up, and the pain gives rise to pierc-
ing cries, Bowel movement gives re-
lief, and the baby will be willingto
take some food:
A coldin the head not only inter-
feres -with breathing, but, in the case
of the baby, it interferes with his
suckling, so it is to be expected that
his sleep will be restless if he has a:
cold. Fever is another cause of poor
sleep, As previously stated, the con-
trol of body temperature is not well
established in the baby, and so babies
run high temperatures very readily.
Questions concerning Health, ad-
dressed to the Canadian Medical As-
sociation, 184 College Street, Toron-
to, will be answered personally by
fetter.
under the stairs, the darkness must
continue. He investigated, His poc-
ket contained notes, three pennies
and a sixpence.
Groping stairwards, his hand pre-
sently came in contact with an um-
brella stand, and then with the han-
dle of an umbrella—the presentation
umbrella from Agatha's Sunday-
school class. His thumb could dis-
tinguish the little silver shield on the
handle. He continued an uncertain
progress, came at last to the banis-
ters, paused to remove his shoes, and,;
carrying them, began to climb. A
clock chimed one as he reached the
top.
On the landing he hesitated. He
was sodden and mud. -splashed. And
the linoleum and rugs in his bedroom
were new. On his right was the bath
room, and in the bathroom a cupboard
in which he could temporarily depos-
it his shoes and outer garments. •
So Peter, emulating the Red In-
dian, crept in—to be confronted by a
Horror that brought a cold perspira-
tion tingling on his forehead!
At first he was aware of it only as
a vague grey-white outline, standing
under the little window in a faint
glimmer of moonlight. He told him-
self that the thing was an illusion,
a trick of the shadows; that if he'
moved nearer it would - vanish. It
did not vanish, but stared at him with
round, vacant eyes—a hairless mon-
strosity as large as a retriever, with
a long neck, short legs, and a stumpy
tail. He suddenly recalled the leg-
ends of the ghost that Agatha had in-
sisted would "come out." 'With an
immense effort, he wont nearer, trem-
ulous finger-tips extended. At his
touch the creature made a lurching
movement towards him. Its moist,
yielding body brushed his cheek.
The silence that had engulfed the
house was broken by a sound, so
faint that if his hearing had not been
strained abnormally he would have
certainly heard nothing. It was a
low-pitched, continued hissing. He
backed precipitately, still facing it,
taking no risks of its leaping upon
him from behind. Once on the land-
ing again, he sprang up and slammed
the bathroom door with a violence
that shattered the glass pane.
He was still gripping the handle
when a blinding light flashed in his
face and a feminine voice which cer-
tainly wasn't Agatha's said crisply:
"If you move an inch I'll shoot you
as full of holes as a sieve."
"W -why?"' He was just capable of
speech.
"For burgling," said the voice, and
his brain and eyesight functioning
once more intelligently, Peter grasp-
ed the fact that a girl in a pink dres-
sing -gown was confronting him from
the doorway of the room which should
have been Agatha's. In her left hand
she held an electric torch in her right
a pistol.
"I'm not burgling," said Peter; and
then breathlessly: "What are you
doing in my house? It's bad enough
to have the place infested with
ghosts."
"Ghosts?"
"One, anyway. - in there!" He ine
dicated the bathroom.
"It's true." He paused. The wav-
ering patch 'of torchlight had reveal-
ed the incredible fact that the wall-
paper was unfamiliar. So was the
landing linoleum, and the stair ear -
pet, and a framed portrait of a large,.
bluff gentleman in uniform. "Willa—
what is the number of this house?"
"Eighty-three."
"B -But it's only four from seven-
ty-five."
"The odd numbers are on this side
of the road, the even numbers oppo-
site."
Fool, idiot—he-had forgotten!
Footsteps sounded on the wet
pavement outside. , -
"Here's father coming back," she
continued hurriedly. "Did you, shut
the front door.
Peter nodded.
"I'll have totell him it banged. He
went toa bridge party and forgot his
key and '-'phoned .half an hour ago tel-
ling inc to leave the 'latch. unfasten-
ed. There he ie! And ifhe sees you
hell ring up the police first and make
inquiries afterwards."
"Wlat shall I' do, 'then ?"
"Slip intothe spare room and stay
there till he's in bed and asleep. And
then—quick!"
A second prolonged . peel - on the.
bell sent Peter scuttling frantically
into the room. she indicated. -
He stayed there for the chilliest,
most palpitating twenty minutes of
his life, while an elderly and indig-
nant
ndignant gentleman ,undressed, got into
bed, and-providentially—dropped in-
to a deep and resonant slumber. Then,
tither with the air of an eccentric
comedian who has been given a trial
turn and made a completehashof it,
Peter stole across the landing and
down the stairs, collected his suit-
case, unbolted the door arid closed it
behind him, A. glance up at the win-
dow revealed the profile of Miss Pink -
Care of Children
Household Economics
dressing -gown, waiting, presumably,
to witness his getaway and secure
the door again. -
As Peter unlatched the gate of
Number 79 ' something fell with a
clink from the rack between the did'
and the body of his suit -lease.
"You were very late home " Spea-
ker—Agatha. Time—ibreakfast on
the following morning. -
"Very," said Peter,; and then, with
elaborate carelessness: "By the way,
do you know anything about the peo-
ple at Number 83?"
"I do," said Agatha. "Their name
is Weston, and the father is a re-
tired Army man. Miss Weston called
yesterday to know if we could lend
her some candles—they've mislaid the
ones they brought, and the electric
light isn't fixed up yet, The people
next door to them are away. A very
frank and attractive girl. She was
telling me that she's frightfully keen
on swimming, but her father won't
even let her go to the river without
one of those inflated monstrosities to
cling to, and the only one she's got
has sprung a leak. I lent her some
rubber solution 1 f ound-in your tool
bag to try to mend it, and my umbrel-
la to go home with. It was raining in.
torrents at the time. Why?"
"I just wondered," said Peter. "ISI
call for the umbrella on my way back
from the station this evening and in-
troduce myself," he added, with ex-
traordinary daring.
And he duly called—Tit-Bits
(London.)
Arno
DOINGS IN THE ,SCOUT
WORLD
Xing and Queen See Scottish Scouts
The King and Queen were specta-
tors at a recent rally of the Boy
Scouts of Edinburgh, held on the
beautiful grounds of Dreghorn Cas-
tle. -
Golfers Call For Scouts
One hundred Calgary district Boy
Scouts acted as caddies at Banff` dur-
ing the annual Sun Life Assurance
convention.
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Boy Scout Fire Patrols
In cooperation with the local fire
chief, Scouts of Woking, England,
are patrolling the nearby heaths this
summer guarding against heath fires.
* * :.
A Service in Saint Columbia's Cave
A London Boy Scout troop camping
on the Mull of Kintyre, in the west-
ern Highlands, held their Sunday
services before a crude stone altar in
a cave used 1,350 years ago by Saint
Columba.
Boy Scout Fire Brigade
A successfully handled garage fire
at Freshwater, on the Isle of Wight,
drew attention to the fact that the fire
brigade was composed 'of Rover
.Scouts, The boys have maintained
the brigade for three years. -
Canadian Scouts at Empire Games
Harold Webster, winner of the
Marathon at the British Empire
games, is an active member of the
11th Hamilton Scout Group Commit-
tee and Sylvanus Apps, winner of the
pole vault, was one of Ontario's first
Lone Scouts.
A Ten Year Old Man
According to a Chicago paper, the
manly ' self-possession of a ten year
old Wolf Cub, Billy Gerry, of Guelph,
Ont., provided the unique incident of
a motor accident in which his grand-
mother was fatally hurt and his.
mother and a cousin seriously injured.
After telling police what to do 'with
the wrecked car, the small dad: acoom-
panied the injured woman to the
Wgodlawn hospital. Therethe ques-
tion of payment ,was raised. The
junior Scout produced and emptied Ifs
purse of 75 cents, "Don't worry,
Often in hot weather and ocoasie,,-
ally at other times, little stomachs
turn sour and acid. "When 1 notice
any sign of sick stomach," says Mrs. J. J. Alphonous Brown, Bayside,
"I always give a Baby's
Own Tablet," They quickly set
things right, are very easy to take
and quite safe, All common ail-
ments of childhood including teeth
il-mentsofchildhoodincludingteeth
ing aro promptly relieved with
Baby's Own Tablets.. 250 a' pack-
ageat drugstores.. ,es
Dr.Williams'
'BABY'S', OWN. TABLETS
THIS MODEST CORNER IS DEDICATED.
TO THE POETS
Here They Will Sing Yon Their Songs—Sometimes
Gay, Sometimes Sad— But Always Helpful
and Ins Airing -
WROUGHT Cr THE MOON
The world sleeps, wrapped in the
night's deep noon;
No recreant sunbeam lifts the
darkening press
Of downward sweeping night's mys-
terious dress,
Her grey and purple laceries and
sheen;
The quiet of her sandals quells too
soar
The sun -reluctant murmurings of
the grass;
Lo ever where her silver footsteps
pass, .
My eyes behold the witcheries of
the moon;
A silver Circe on a'biue lagoon,
Drawing the clouds, like swans
the swanherd slips
To steal the nectar from her siren
lips,
Then slowly pass, the overladen
boon
Weighting their wings with the in-
satiate bliss
Of bitter beauty, 'neath a honeyed
kiss. ---Sohn Mellor.
"FOR THE KNOWING"
When buds shall sing forth for the
singing
With songs bursting deep from the
soul,
When bells shall ring out for the
ringing
With jingle, with chine and with
roll;
When flowers shall blossom for
beauty—
For fragrance to yield unto oth-
ers,
When man shall be known with his
duty
To God and his worth to his
brothers;
When mankind shall grow for the
growing
And not for the grasping of pelf,
When each one shall know for the
knowing—
Then earth shall be heaven itself.
—Eben Romer in "Poetry World."
HIGH' TEA
I love the warmth that comes to me
When I've my table set for tea,
Lady," he said, "I'll pay for my Moth-
er. I'm a Canadian Scout. I'll look
after everyone until my Dad comes"
Copper at the Pas
A "Copper Trail" at The Pas was
the modern kind—(pennies 'placed on
a chalk line. Boy Scouts "watches
the pennies grow" until there were
sufficient for the needs of a ,tonsil
clinic for some needy children.
A Unique "Toggle"
A unique camp "toggle"—a slide
for wearing on a Scout neckerchief --
was presented by the Ontario itfinrs.
ter of Lands and Forests to boys at-
tending this year's Scout Reforesta-
tion Camp at Angus. The toggle
comprises three pieces of wood —•
White pine, representing Ontario
lumbering, Scotch pine for reforests -
tion and
eforest-tion.and spruce for pulp and paper-
all strung on a buckskin thong, syn.,
belie of Ontario . wild life.
Modern Sea Rovers
A safe and clean bathing beach for
the people of Anyox,.B.C., was the
public service project carried out bY
the Anyox Rover Sea Scouts this
summer. A footwalk for each bath-
ing house was built front low water
mark, and life guards maintained
during bathing hours. A flag inform-
ed parents
nform-ed'parents that a Rover life guard
was on duty.
w Their 1
A city druggist who flew a side -
Walk flag in front of his store was
mystified •when a boy entered and of-
fered his help. "Help with what?"
asked the druggist. "Whatever you
need, sir. Your flag is upside down
-a signal of distress." Enjoying
the joke,: the druggist left the flag as
it was. And during the day more
than a score if Boy Scouts and Wolf
Cubs came into tell him his flag was,
"up wronger' !,, . 1.,1.,x.- iu.ti!_..
The Boys I(ne lag Technique
For two. With cloth of yellowed lace,
And light that steals from fireplace.
Pale golden .'mums, mauve . candles
craste, -
And shadows that live and die in
haste, - -
Some ancient, spoons, carved by old
hands,
And china bright from other lands,
Red jelly on a silver plate,
And teapot loaded with the weight
Of many years, dull bronze and
brass,,
An amber plate of frosted glass,
And in the light, any copper jug
Catches the hue of my Chinese rug.
Through diamond panes, wet streets
are ' bright
Beneath the gleam of lantern light.
I love a table set for two ---
If I am one, the other, you.
Edwina Yager
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GIVE YOUR BEST
There are loyal hearts, there are
spirits brave,
There are souls that are pure and
true; -
Then give to the world the best you
have,
And the best will come back to you
Give love, and love to your life wil
flow,
A. strength in your utmost need;
Have faith and a score of hearts wil
show •
Their faith in your word and deed
Give truth and your gift will be paid
in kind;
And honor will honor meet;
And the smile which is sweet wil
surely find
A smile that is just as sweet.
For fife is the mirror of king and
slave;
'Tis just what we are and do;
So, give to the world the best you
have,
And the best will come back to you
—Anon
MY NEIGHBOR'S ROSES -
The roses upon my neighbor's. vine
Are owned by him, but they are also
mine;
His was the cost, and his the labor,
too,
But mine as well as his the joy, their
loveliness to view.
They bloom for me and are to me as
fair
As for the man who gives them all
his care,
Thus I am rich because a good man
grew
A rose -clad vine for all his neigh-
bor's view.
—Abraham •Gruber.
THE OLD BOOK SHOP
A'crooked shop, a very crooked street
Where unexpected angles lie, to meet
Unwary travellers, who must needs
descend
This path of angles to its furthest
end,
There lies the shop of curious books.
One gleam
Of sunlight - throws a radiant, glow-
ing :beam, -
A golden ladder, whereby we may
climb
To other days, to far-off tropics.
Time
Is not among this old-world, musty
store
Of legends and of fancy. Many more
Have stood, as we, among this scent
of age,
Which old books give. Hark! Here
at last, the sage
Comas, without hurry, in his smock
of green.
What pictures he could paint on
fancy's screen.
-iMyrtle Gorcotan Watts.
AURORA BOREALIS
From the far quarters of the (North
Where, gleam the illimitable stars,
A stream of radiance issues. forth,
A blaze of lambent ',meteors,.
Like legions rushing to the fray
The quivering' . lances meet and
mingle,
Thenfrom each other part and sway
In flight precipitate and single,
The waving pennons mount on high,
The spacious arc .:of ether. sweep..
Like play of dumb artillery.
The lurid tongues, divergent, leap-
ing! •
Exotic vision, searching, clear,
A moment come --a moment gone
You bring the Infinite's mysteries
near •
In strange, sublime phenomenon!
—Alice Kathryn Gould.
'AT A GASPE CAMP
Glimmers the grey dawn' lhro' the
silent trees, -'
A foam of daisies frost -like sweeps
the lawn,
Now. lilts • the linnet, and the morn.-,
ing breeze
Whispers to me another day is
born.
(Give thanks for this , day's
dawn.)
Sailing and soaring seeks the mew-
ing gull,
And flaps the questing crane on idle
wing
Over the summer flood -tide at its
full, - -
Where' drifts a dreamy, ghost-like
sailing -a -swing.
(Thanks for this day we sing.)
Majestic rise the mountains o'er the
flood,
Rolling their misty fleeces fold on
fold;
As in creation's morn all things
seem good
When the great sun-god flames in
rose and gold!
(This day all good doth hold.)
—Christine L. Henderson.
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THE MAN WHO WINS
The man who wins
Is the man who works 1'
With a single aim.
And never shirks. a 1
The man who wins
Toils on each day, -
Though steep the climb
He finds the way.
The man who wins --'
Is free from fear;
He fills the hours I
With work and cheer.
The man who wins
Has one great aim,
He earns suecess "
And honored fame.
—Grenville Kleiser.
"I MUSTN'T FORGET"
(This beautiful poem was found
among some treasures of a grand-
mother
randmother after she had passed on. The
author is not known.)
I mustn't forget that I'm getting
• •old—
That's the worst thing ever a woe
man can do,
I must keep in mind without beim'
told
That old ways must give way to
new,
Let me be always upon my guard,
Never a crabby old Woman to be
Youth is too precious to have it
' marred,
By the cranky whims of a woman
like me.
I must remember that customs,
change
An' I've :had my youth an' my hair
is gray.
Mustn't be too surprised at strange
Or startling things that the young-
sters say.
Mustn't keep the bit in their mouth
too tight,
'Which is something old people are
apt to do.
What used to be wrong may today
be right, -
An' it may not be wrong, just be,
cause it's new.
Want them to like me and want them,
to know
That I need their Iaughter, an'
mirth an' song,
An' I want them near, coz I love
them so,
An' home is where their .smiles be-
long.
They're growing up, an' it seems so
queer,
To hear them talk of the viewa
they hold.
• But age with youth shouldn't finer-
fere,
An' I mustn't forget that I'M get-
ting old.
OFF COLOUR?
HOW IS YOUR Ln
VER .
Woke up your Liver Bile
--Without Calomel
Your liver', a very email organ, but it eee.
tainly can put your digestive and eliminative
organ out of kilter by refusing to pour out its:
duly two poundsof liquid bile into your bowels.
You won't complete.? correct such a oonditioer
by taking salts, oil, mineral water, laxative emdy
or chewing gum, or roughage. When they've
moved your bowels they're through --and you
need a liver stimulant.
Carter's Little Livor Pills Will soon bring back
the sunshine into your lito. They're pure vomi,,o.
table. flafe. Burn: Ask for them by mune. $ah,
substitutes, arkat all drugeata, 6L ,