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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Seaforth News, 1924-07-10, Page 6r uality ot EE852 Il . is most appreciated in therich, delicious flavor. Try it today, Ab ut the House 1 THE SUMMER CHRISTMAS SHELF. Instead of waiting until Christmas is almost here and then rushing mad- ly about to purchase gifts for your friends, why not start a Christmas shelf now? Every walk and drive about the country and every trip away from home may be made to con- tribute to the collection. Sofa pillows stuffed with balsam have long been in useand will ever bring delight to the weary city dwell- er.. Less known, but not less delight- ful, are cushions filled with sweet fern. and bayberry leaves. The sweet fern should be gathered when in full leaf, but before it has begun to dry. The ideal place to dry them is in a bot dry room indoors. Use two-thirds sweet fern to one-third bayberry leaves. Those who live where the white birch grows will find it a contributor. Unique and rustic looking place cards may be made for the friend who is always looking for something a lit- tle different for her luncheon enter- tainments. Your camper friends would like napkin rings made of birch bark. Anyone who has at her command an old-fashioned herb garden can pre- pare gifts which will be appreciated by any housekeeping friend. Who would not be glad to have the spicy fragrance of herbs greet them when shaking out the woolens and furs in the fall rather than evil -smelling moth balls? The following formula of carefully dried herbs is a good preventive against moths: rosemary and spear- mint, each a- half pound; tansy and thyme, each four ounces; and freshly ground cloves, two tablespoonfuls. . Mix and store in well -closed boxes un- til the holiday season. No perfumes made by man can com- pare with some of those which are the product of the garden. If there are a few bushes of lavender at com- mand one has material for many nice remembrances. If there is lemon verbena around, it is well to know it combines wonderfully with lavender, one improving the other. Think how delighted would be the dainty house- keeper who likes her linens and sheets to have the old-time lavender smell to receive a bag of this mixture well dried. Last summer I met a girl who was filling her Christmas shelf with vege- tables canned in glass, not the ordi- I And Get Yourself a REMINGTON PORTABLE To -day The Remington Portable has the regular keyboard and all other features of the Standard Reming- ton. It responds to the lightest and swiftest touch. it is strong and dependable. The beauty gf is writlniii„ otfworthy. Y$.t it ,..- xx.-..•'-. !s as' easy ro ta*rrll ai; a 's'ri'i"atT hltld-bag." . r°` Fo"r tihr professional man, the commercial traveller, the retail etggre-keeper, the student, for all wllo wish their correspondence t� be easy and pleasant to read, the Remington Portable Is the typewriter. Pay $5 down and. you can have a'Remington _Port- able sent to your home Immedi- ately. Further paymehts of $5 a monthwill complete purchase.. H. F. STILES Vloe-Pres. and Managing Director. J. A. WRIGHT Seo'y and Provincial Manager. Mil this coupon before you forget it. Rem!ngton Typevviftenpaiiy of Canada, Limited 68 King St. West, Toronto, Ont. Please send me particulars re- garding the Remington Portable, including plans of purchase, p.�Fif'a� tyame .... Address W.L. i't ISSUE No. 28-'Z4. `gE CHANGING WOODS BY E. J. RATH. PART , II. "Don't be in such a feverish hurry," Lloyd admonished; "HLirrying sel- dom gets you anywhere in camp. Use this knife for the bacon." Ile tossed his clasp -knife toward her., "And "you'll have to take tea, or drink plain water. I. don't pack coffee." She found the'tin plates and cups and brought the dinner over to 'where She y he lay. S ' gotthe r • nd' oiled tent a propped him a little higher. He grit- ted his teeth as ,he moved his body and smothered a groan. Then they ate in silence, studying each other with furtive glances. She could ,not be muchover twenty, Lloyd decided, and she freshened amazingly with the rest and food. "I can't yet see how you managed, all alone, she said, when they had nary run . of vegetables most of us put up. In a most exclusive shop in the city she had seen beets about they size of big marbles, tiny lima beans, string beans and peas in pint jars,! and such were the dainty first fruits finished. of the vine which were to appease the, appetites of herfriends. Then there are the out -of -the -ordinary jellies,! fruits or pickles—rhubarb jelly, elder-, berry jelly, wild plum or black cur rant jellies. Spiced currants and spiced cranberries can seldom be bought. If you start a Christmas shelf now, when the season of gift giving is at, hand you will be neither hurried nor worried. Striking Frock of Summer Silk Note the simple, graceful lines of the semi -fitted, long -waisted bodice with smart bateau neck and Bertha collar. Two styles of sleeves are provided, either of which are in good taste: the longer sleeves finished with a tuck above hem. Attached two-piece slightly gathered skirt with graduated tucks. Plain or printed silks, chalices or cotton fabrics may be used for this model. Misses' dress No. 1002 cut in sizes 16, 18 and 20 years. Size 18 requires 4g yards 40 or 44 inch material, with 4 yard plain material 36 or 40 inches wide for Bertha collar. NEW PATTERN SERVICE. Pattern mailed to any address on receipt of 20c in silver, by the Wilson. Pattern Service, '73 Adelaide St. West, Toronto. OUR NEW LIVING ROOM. I say "our" living room, for I have had the co-operation of the entire family consisting of my husband,. daughter aged fourteen, two smaller' boys, the youngest eleven, and a weed toddler. Our kitchen and dining room have always been on thenorth side of the' house with a small window in the' north and a larger one in the east.'t This did very well in summer when the doors could bo open, but on cloudy iter _lays jt was dreary from day- light ay- !l g t till 'lark. This year we have changed things. The two south rooms which have al- ways been parlor and spare bedroom, use only occasionally, will be kitchen and Iiving room. There are two large double windows in the south and the same in the west, a glass door"and r largo window in the east. In our living room will be comfy, rockers, an inviting couch, a warm rug, a cozy corner back of the heater with a pretty box for baby's play- things, plenty of geraniums in the windows, sofa pillows covered with, flowered cretonne. The same cretonne will be at double doors in place of por-' tieres and k also for oven drapper;, at bei wrndows'o`ver inexpe"nsive" white cur- tains which can be easily laundered.' We shall have a library table in the' centre of the room (with a good lamp' and the late magazines and: daily paper) large enough so that the fam-: ily can gather around in the evening to study, read or play games. I have, a flat -top trunk which I shall pad' with an old comforter and cover with! the cretonne for a window seat at the south window; this willalso be a "I didn't manage much," he answer- ed. "When it first happened, I crawl- ed up here. I imagine I fainted for a while, because when I came to it was dark. The first night was worse than last, but I slept some. Yesterday morning I had to get a drink, so I pulled myself down there again. Then I let my leg soak for a while; that helped the inflammation: I crawled back in the afternoon, and then I had it out with the fever, I've got a medi- eine kit over there, but it hurt too much to move, and I didn't bother. I wasn't hungry, luckily; there was too much pain. Just before you found me to -day I was figuring on going after another drink." "And now what shall I do?" she said as he paused, "Wash- dishes; that's always the first thing, Then fill the biggest pail with fresh water." Lloyd lay back with half-closed eyes, watching her as she moved swiftly about the camp. Now and then a motion of her arm disclosed it long and angry scratch through the rent in her sleeve. "Poor kid!" he murmured. "She sure did have e time. But I wonder what she can do for us?" "Do you think you could help a bit with this leg?" he asked, when she carne back. "I'll try—I mean I• will," she ans- wered. "Good! I don't know just what can be done, but I want to have a look at it, anyhow." ' ' She unlaced his heavy` boot wish careful fingers and drew it off. Then she reproved the thick gray lumber - man's stocking. • "Take the knife and cut the trous- ers away at theknee," he directed; and when she had finished he bent forward and inspected the injured leg. "It's below the knee, you -see," he explained. "Both bones. I should judge. The swelling, has gone down considerably. It looks fairly straight to me, too. But I think a little twist- ing will make it straighter. I'm glad I kept the boot on; it helped hold it in place. Do you mind helping now?" She compressed her lips and shook her head. "Take the ankle, then, and turn it slowly to the right, while I bold the knee. Don't be afraid; it won't hurt much." It was torture, but the pain belong- ed to him and he would not let her know. "Pull—gently," he commanded, his face white with agony. "There; that's better, I think." He fell back against c the duffel bag and closed his eyes. "A little more whisky," he said weakly. She brought it to !rim and put the flask to his lips. Presently he opened his eyes and smiled at her; hers were filled with tears. "That's all right, kid," he reassur- t ed her. "I think we've done'a pretty neat job. Now if you'll take the knife and strip that birch over there, I'll show you what to do next." They fashioned some bark splints, one long one, to reach from foot.to hip. This they drew carefully under the helpless leg so that it lay straight in the hollow of the bark, Then she ore bandages from a blanket. "We'll keep it soaked with water for a while," he said. But the pain had come again keenly with the move- ment of the leg, and he could hardly master it. "Get' me the medicine kit, will you?" he asked. He fumbled in the bag and drew out a little leather case. "Hypo- dermic," he explained. "I've carried t in the woods for the last'five or six years and never needed it, till now. I've got to dope this pain' for a little while, I'm afraid," Under his instruction she took a lit - -` down, but you eau push -over it with- out teouble, The current is with, you. When you get to Little Tramp, you must take a straight course across it —south. I'll mark it—so. YoU'11: have my compass, anyhow. It's a mile across and an easy paddle if the wind isn'tagainst. you. If it is, you'll.havo to plug some. Now on the other side of the lake :you hit a portage. You can'tmiss it; there are two big logs in the water and you,can,see the path. Did you ever carry a canoe?" tle pellet from • one of the tiny vials She shook her head. . _and dissolveci'it in a spoonful of water "Nevercmind; you'll have moreo thdran p it. My canoe doesn't weigh than warned over the ,embers of the fire. fifty pounds; it's new, Luckily' the He showed her how to fill the syringe. ,portage isn't over two hundred yards, • "Now go ahead and jab he tom- and it's not_bad going—almost level. mended. - "I won't feel ct at all. I'll Tlrafll be the` hardest, part you'll probably get drowsy pretty soon,"�.he hae, added, with nod of thanks. "Don't "I'll get •over it,' she said. "But et that worn how about you?" y you. I need sonic sleep, «Why, I'm not going, you know," anyhow." • • answered Lloyd. "I thought you The tree. shadows lay in long par- understood. At least, I'm not going allel, rows when „Lloyd opened his eyes this trlp." ' • stupidly and looked up into the girl's! . She looked dismayed, and he has- ten. She was' sitting at his side, and toned to explain. "You won't mind it he felt a cool hand on his forehead. a bit. There wont be the least danger of getting lost. , It's a straight road.' "I didn't mean that," she broke in. "I was thinking of leaving you." "Listen, Margaret; you've got to "Lie' still," she bade him. "I've been keeping the bandages wet." . "How long have I slept?" Three or four hours. Does it pain get out of here. To put it selfishly, now?" . r you've got to do it for me, if for no "I hardly.• notice it. Pin a lot of other reason. You're my courier now. Let's get on with the map. When you get over this portage, you're on West Deer River and you go down with the stream. Remember, all the time you are working nearly due south. About four miles down the river there's a rapid; you must drag around that, about a hundred yards.. Don't try to rue'. it—the water is too low. , The take-out 'for the portage is on' your right. You can't fail to see it; a big rock near the shore marks it. Below the rapid you must follow the river for another. four miles. That lands or so, while she gazed out across the you in Gray Trout Lake. Now, here's water. "Let's have supper," he sug- your course by the map." gested. "And please smile:" He drew n penciled line close to the She turned_and laughed, hall eastern shore. ashamed, and began to gather sticks x'cm can't get wind -bound here; there's not enough open water. You bother to you, I'm afraid.'It'must have been stupid, sitting there." She shook her head. "I've been watching the woods, and the' lake," she answered. "And •ddn't the woods look better than they did yesterday?" The girl nodded and smiled. "I thing it's because I've had a lesson in' being brave,' she said. "I'm suffering from self-contempt now," He watched her face for a minute for the fire. . go down Gray Trout three miles' and I forgot,"he said, presently. You'd then you're at the mouth of a creek. best set the tinct up first. Right here'll There are a lot of rushes around the do"—and he indicated a spot beside entrance. Follow this creek three or where he lay. It was a simple little aafair•—she- marveled at the c repact- ness of it, Tents in the camp where she came from were like great rooms, with board floors. Supper was almost gay,and Lloyd nearly d . ` four miles more and you're at Joe Station. That's a sort of headquar- ters for guides; it's two' miles from the railroad. +,Then you get to the station ask. for Jim, McLean.. Don't expect to find a Scotchman; he's a ar y manage to for- four Indian. If he's out, get get the dull ache in Hie leg. She kept anybody else, There's pretty sure to the fire going as the evening closed in, he somebody there. They'll have to dragging a good-sized log over to it, send' two men. Tell them where I am, and feeding it into the flames as fast and any of the guides can find Inc. If as they consumed A. "That's a lazy man's fire, but it'll do," he commented. As the cool Of the...Canadian.night came on, he • bade her. put on his sweaters and let her draw a blanket about his shoulders• "What's your name?" ' he asked suddenly.. "Mine's Bill," "Margaret." • He seemed to. consider this for a while, smolnng.'': ?n. silence. . Then: "Margaret, I suppose you understand there's no getting. out of here to- night?" "Yes,'.', she answered. `But I've stopped 'being afraid." "It's a good' twenty miles to the nearest place," he added. • "As far as that?" Her eyes showed surprise. For purposes of travel, yes. You'll finci• a map in my coat. If you'll get it and poke up the fire a bit, I'll show you." She brought the map and they spread it out together. "Now. here's us," he said, laying a finger on a little point of land that thrust its way into a body of water. "This is Tramp Lake. Just below it is Little Tramp. That's the way I came through. Your. lake, Round Island, is here—" and he showed her, while she nodded. "Your lake belongs to a different system entirely. It can be reached over this route, but you've got to go away above here to do it, and then there are three portages— hard ones, too. This is the way you cane." He drew his finger across a strip of land. "But you've got to go out the way I' ane in. Can you paddle much?" "I'm pretty strong," she answered. "Marc's your course, then. After- ward I'll write it out for you, so you can't possibly lose it. You follow this shore until you reach this little river. That's about three miles. The river ekes you straight into Little Tramp Lake; there's two miles of it. You'll find a beaver dam about half -way container for needlework and games. When our room is finished, it will be so cozy we shall almost welcome the long winter evenings. Daughter is anxious for the room to be finished so,ehe can invite her school riends in to spend the night -with her. The boys are just as en- thusiastic. Their part will be to fix the windows for the plants and the box for baby's playthings. Father has ordered the rug and we shall soon be snug in the brightest rooms in the house. I have no fear that my chil- dren and husband will hunt amuse- ment in town or elsewhere.—P. H. J. For Sore Feet—Minard's Liniment. AERO CUSHION INNER TIRES Composed of Pure Para Rub- ber, Highly•Porous. No PUNCTURES BLOW OUTS Rides Easy as Air. Doubles Mileage of Casings. WRITE FOR PARTICULARS. Aero Cushion Inner Tire dr Rubber Co., Ltd. Wingharn Ont. they know of a doctor camped any- where in ny-wherein the neighborhood, tell them to send for Min andhave him at Joe Station when T come out. • (To be concluded.) CLEANING BED SPRINGS. Cleaning spiral bed springs used to be• a perfect bugbear to me, until I 'learned to use a ten -cent dish mop saturated with one of the cleansing oils which are. so much in vogue. Any hind of dust mop that dhe uses on the floor will be all right for the springs. Minard's Liniment Heals Cuts. ..ter every, meal A pleasant and agreeable sweet and a 1-a-s-t-Y-nA-gli benefit ad well. Good to,r. teeth, breath' and dil>ges!tion., Maakes tLse ssexi cigar taste better. -R24 A Lighthouse Builder. Two hundred years ago was born John Smeaton, an engineer, who erect- ed his own . monuiuent in the third Eddystone lighthouse. Smeaton's genius wa�ss almost lost to the nation, as his taller, an attor- ney, was desirous that his son should follow the law, but, fortunately, John Smeaton was allowed to follow his na- tural bent, rising to eminence from thehumble position of a mathematical instrument maker. OA Here isThe Pt mpYou Need S ART S TANDEM OOUBLE ACT/NG PUMP Pumps more easily, more silentland more efficiently than the WIngtype model'vrhich it has definitely replaced Repairs easily madewith household tools. Can be drained to prevent freezing. Easily primed. .A5K ABOUT RAT YOUR esoowIRF STOnE JAMES SMART PLANT BROCKVILLE•ONT. --,n, mate? eau CFA 52eL2^r3. cew,ask6 x5.&u:a...esno5,• 741,L4.4:. Refresh Yourself A glass or a bottle •of Coca..Cola— ice-cold, "with beaded bubbles winking at the brim," invites you to delight taste, satisfy Sold everywhere at thirst and refresh fountains and in bot- tles. The price is only yourself. a few pennies. � ii��\� T •� 1 FY di" I Delicious and Refreshing The Coca-Cola Company of Canada, Ltd. Head Office: Toronto ' Wanted—Mere Canadian Organists. 7 A prominent Canadian newspaper .a few weeks ago darned an editorial headed, "A De rrtli of .Organists." The article was no. ihoubt inspired by the fact that alocal 'Church had been ad- vertising for ,an organist for some time—but without"results. This brings ,up 'the point that there is really anurgent demand for organ- ists in many places throughout Cana- da. In one issue of a daily Paper, the writer recently noticed es .many as three "want -ads" all designed to catch the eye of some person seeking the position of church organist. These vacancies prevailed for some time ere the supply of those who aro capable of the positions were Rifled, showing 'that handling an organ is not equal to the demand.. Now, what is the solution? Well, either Canada wi14 have to turn out more musicians with special learninga towards the organ, or depend upon imported organists • feom England and other countries. But surely the form- er is preferable. There is much more satisfaction to be derived from train- ing the youths and maidens of our country to take up the study of the or- gan, than to rely upon the services of those who secure their education else wine, jest as there is more satisfac- tion in manufactru'ing goods :in one's own country rather than being depend- ent upon the factories of another coun- try for the supply. And what's more, it's more patriotic tomanufacturein one's own oountryl It is up to the music teachers in our schools, colleges and conservatories to explain do their pupils the needs of the churches respecting organists. If this were done, It is quite likely that not only would there be a sufficient amber come forward to study this king of all musical -instruments, but many more students would be found to take up the study of some prepara- tory instrument, like the piano, violin. harmonium, etc., before commenting the organ. Ants That Eat ,Forests. There is a largo part of Northern Australia where wooden houses never last long, for if they are built they are eaten. The whole of the woodwork is ()hewed to pulp from inside by white ants, and the house becomes a mere sire!!, with walls no thicker than paper. When a ,storm conies it falls fiat. Nothing short of sheet iron is safe from these pests. Furniture, ratters, floor boards, door posts—the ants eat them all. The white a.nt, which is not really an ant at all, but a'termite, is the mose terrible of insect plagues. It lives in hills the size of which compared with the proportions of the Insect itself is simply staggering. Fif- teen to eighteen feet is the average height. But some tower to twenty-five or even thirty feet!- Could man build on a proportionate scale, the houses in London would tower to the height of Ben Nevis. These hills are usually irregular cones with odd little pinnacles, but there is one sort of termite, Called the "meridional," which builds hills about five times as long as they are wide. The most extraordinary point about these strange dwellings is that the op- posite ends point with perfect pre- cision to the magnetic Poles. To-claythere are hundreds of square miles of country dotted all over with these hills. Ditch hill marks the spots where a tree' once grew, a tree now eaten away to its very roots, for the ter- mite, not -content with the destruction it works above ground, will burrow sixty feet . down into the earth in search of moisture. A Poem You Ought to Know. "Daybreak." The critics refuse to give Henry Wadsworth Longfellow: a place in the first rank of the world's poets, but if the value of a poet were to be reckon- ed by the pleasure he has given to the largest number, Longfellow's position would be a very high one indeed. For one person who could recite a verse from Tennyson, Browning, or. Keats, a hundred could quote from the author of "The Village Blacksmith," "Hia- watha," and "Evangeline." Here is a poem which.perhaps is not so 6aniiliar as those named:— A wind caiue up out of the sea, And. said, "0 mists, make room for It hailed the 'ships arid cried, "Sail on, Yo mariners, the night ,Is gone." And hurried landward far aWay, Crying, "Awakei it is the day;" It said unto th.o forest, "Shout! llang all your leafy banners out!" It touched the wood -bird's folded wing. And said, "0 bird, awake and • sing," And o'er the farms, "0 chanticleer, Your clarion blow; the day is near. It whispered to the fields of corn, "'Bow down, and bail the . coming morn:" It shouted thrcugh the belfry -tower, "Awake, 0 bell! proclaim the'hoar1" It crossed the churchyard with a sigh; And said, "Not yeti in quiet lie." Nothing is lost until you've lost your courage.