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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Seaforth News, 1925-08-06, Page 2Cann t Surpass GR Its luscious fres noss & rich strength make it ier than any Gunpowder, japan or Young H yson. Sold every- where. very.where. Ask for SALADA oto 'dor. Love a Ives Itsef THE STORY OF A BLOOD FEUD BY ANNIE B. SWAN. 'Love given itself and Is not bought?' --Longfellow% CHAPTER XX'4.—(Con t'd.) There was a supper after the play that night and Judy, watching Car- lotta's quiet, rather abstracted de- meanor while all the congratulations 'were being showered upon her, loved her more and more. She believed now that nothing could spoil her or cause her to swerve from her ableg- iancee'to Alan, The thing amazed her beyond all power of speech or thought. For Car- lotta had great gifts. She was richly dowered both in body and mind, and Judy's relentless, sisterly eyes had long discerned that Alan was a very ordinary man. But happily for the world, which is largely peopled with ordinary folk, the ordinary man or woman is not cheated of loves gifts, which have naught to do with the head, but all with the heart. Judy was glad at last when they were able to get to bed, in the small hours of the morning, at the Holland House. "What a night it has been," she said, as she lingered a moment in Car- •lotta's room "and what a queer place is New York!" Carlotta, a little wan now about the eyes and mouth, smiled a little un- steadily. !I never, no never saw anything like your evasion of the 'interviewers,' Judy! It is positively great! So calm, so dignified! Just staring them through and through as if they did not exist and hardly obstructed your view. You discomfited them com- pletely." Judy laughed. "You see they got it into thelr heads that I was a sort of chaperon or duenna, or something, and they might ask me all softs of questions. Some of them, I fanny, have gone away thinking you travel about with a first-class idiot, or a deaf mute!" "And that is of no consequence! But I rather think they went off with a very different opinion—that they had met their match.am so tired, body, soul, and spirit) I should like to go to sleep for days and weeks and years, and wake up in the old Clock House bedroom at Ayr and get up to look out at The Heads in the morning sun," Dont greet, Carlotta! For hea- ven's sake, don't greet! For I am just about at the end of my tether," said Judy confusedly. "Sleep all day to - marrow if you can, my dear. I'll tell Mrs. Baddeley on no account to dis- turb you." is-turb'you." Mrs. Baddeley was Carlotta's elder- ly maid, an acquaintance of old Cam- bridge days, to whom meeting with Miss Carryon had brought untold ease and comfort. "Good night then, dearest and best. Oh, Judy, how empty it all is 1 Pray hard—won't you—that to- morrow may be blight, for I am mort- ally afraid of to -morrow!" Judy held her close, and they kissed one another, almost as two Ionely children might; and the New York Which had gone to bed to dream of Margaret Tenterden, and to awake to envy her, did not know thatshe cried herself to steep. Judy awoke bright and early and was relieved to hear from Mrs. Bad- deley that Carlotta still slept. "Jes' like a child, Miss Rankine! But she do look white and tired yet. 1 hope she'll sleep on, for I don't see how she is to keep on with this life if she don't get her proper rest. It's' more than flesh and blood can stand." '4fter every weal" )Parents, encourage the schtldren to care for their teeth/ Give them Wri /ley s 1 It removes food particles front the teeth. Sfsengthans the ' Slums. Combats acid mouth. Refreshing and beneficial? 882 TIG HT H.E'PT RIGHT ... q � FL7a Tie lt r 11etE LAS J' Tex•& tete ii nice and 81110 oth A spoonful col -Lux tossed into the dishpan softens the water and 'makesdishwashing easy. Lux is kind to the hands—keeps them nice and smooth - Lever Brothers Limited, Toronto. L601, "Watch her well, Mrs. Baddeley. I'm going out as soon as 1 have break- fasted to explore New York." As a matter of fact Judy's explora- tion was confined to the smallest pos- sible area. A judicious question put to the waiter in the dining -room soon put her on the right track for Forty- second Street. New York is not a city of great distances, and those who know their London are amazed at the ease and speed with which places can be reach- ed on foot. It was a glorious morning, and thought the temperature was many degrees lower than anything Judy had over known on the sheltered Ayrshire coast, the brilliance of the sun and some rare quality in the air somehow communicated a certain buoyancy to her spirit as she set out on foot to discover first-hand news of Alan, and mayhap, meet him face to face. At the back of her mind there was a strange feeling of remoteness, which assured her that the sleeting was not imrninent as she imagined. She was interested in the pushing, eager crowd on Broadway, and won- dered why they went so late to busi- ness, not aware that business had be- gun long before, and that the pushing habit was characteristic of New York, where it is everybody's business, ap- parently to be in a hurry without any particular reason or object. When she came to the house of Mrs. Iseacsteln in Forty-second Street—the only address Alan had ever given them —she surveyed it with the keenest interest, and was, on the whole, not repelled or disappointed with its ap- pearance. At least it looked eminent- ly respectable, if dull. Her heart beat a little quicker as she ascended the steps and pulled the bell. It was answered immediately by black Sambo, and finding herself at close quarters with a large and shin- ing face, Judy stepped back slightly not yet used to the sight of the alien race, "I wish to see Mr. Rankine, please, if he is in the house." Sambo, grinning affably, shoot; his head violently. "Mister Rankine no here, mom; not a great while. Come in an' see the mlgsus—she knows," Judy accepted the invitation, aware that her disappointment was slight after all! Somehow she had expected some answer of this kind. Anything else would have seemed all too easy and out of the quesion. She followed Sambo, in his gaily -colored jacket, for which he only exchanged the white one when his table duties were over, and he had to dust and clean silver in mysterious regions beyond. He ushered her into the little busi- ness room, which was very close and warns from the steam heat, and set- ting a chair with all the easy courtesy natural to his race, .he went to find his mistress. In the clear light of the morning Mrs. Isaacstein seemed to look more than usually Hebraic. Her frock was very shabby, her lace collar soiled and a little awry, her jewellery tawdry and out of place; but her smile was one of real kindliness and welcome. "Mr. Rankine, you ask for? Ach, he haf left us quite awhile. So far back as last August" "But you know where he is, sure- ly?" stammered Judy. "I am from Scotland, and we have been writing to him here all these months." "I don't know his address at this minnit. And he haf not deep here for—oh, so long!" she answered, not aware of his visit to Jean Dempster on the previous evening, for she her- self had been spending an evening at a restaurant with some Jewish friends. "It is Miss Dempster who knows all about him," "Oh, yes! My brother has told me about Miss Dempster. Is she in the house now, and could T see her?" "She is at business, miss. On Broad- way, at the Dormer building, fourth floor. It is not far, you can walk there. So you are from Scotland, and Mr. Rankine's sister? You are not so very like him. Ach, but lie was a beau- tiful gentleman!" Judy could not even muster a smile at this left-hand compliment. "The Dormer house, Broadway? I have just come down Broadway. I suppose I must.,have missed it?" "No doubt, miss. She does not comp home to hutch. None of my boarders do. We meet, a happy family, at seven each evening, Soma of them haf been here for years and years!" Judy, foreseeing the deluge, pre- pared to beat a hasty retreat. She was not specially attracted by left the doorway . she involuntarily ; the house or its chatelaine, and, as she muttered " !" "Poor Alan not aware that he had reached depths which, by com- parison, made Mrs. Isaacstein's estab- , lishment appear like a palace. Her spirits dashed, but not quench- ed, Judy proceeded to ioeate the Dor- ISSUE No. 32-78, r I wo mothers, mho lost s.oile in the great war,-pertbrmosl the unveiling ceremony of Leiceiter's War Memorial. mer building, which she found to -be! Jean nodded. a skyscraper of quite moderate di -1 "From that ho went to a clerk's mensions, and ..scending by the ele,,post, poorly paid, and with no pros- vator to the fourth floor, she discover- ;pects. After that there were other ed a door with the words Acker- things, but as he left my. particular mann's School of Stenography print- boarding-house in August, I don't ed on it, - ,know every step of the way, I hadn't Pushing it open, she was confronted seen him until last night for nearly by a smallglass partition with a little two months; certainly not for a con - window in it, labelled "Inquiries."siderable time before Christmas; and When she tapped at that a bell -boy!' when I' wrote to him, at Christmas he quickly came to attend and to take did not answer, though hecalled' at her name and business. I the house for his Christmas tetters." "Tell Miss Dempster Mise Rankine "And how did you happen to meet wishes to see her," said Judy rather him Bast night? Was that accidental?" curtly, and then stood, while the lad • "It was and it wasn't. You see, the took away her message. night before last he called at Isaac- stein's to bid nee good-bye, as he was going out West." "To a fresh post of some kind?" asked Judy, with a glimmer of hope, though she was much- distressed to hear that they, had missed him by so few hours. "Not exactly a post. A rich Scots- man has sent hien to his brother's ranch in Alberta, somewhere beyond or near Calgary, and he had arranged to go off by the midnight train. I had two seats given me for the Man- hattan, and we went together, as a and then went out rather hurriedly, sort of ploy for the last time. I sup - leading the way along the corridor to pose that he ,went direct from the another door marked "Private." Hold- theatre to the station. Of course it iag it open, she signed Judy to pass was too late Inc me to go to the Gen - into a very warm, cheery room, with tral after the theatre came out, though a Turkish rug 011 the floor, and pretty I was tempted." office furniture, which a woman's "He didn't write, then, or send you. hand had arranged •to the best ad- any explanation?" "None." "Then what is to be, done now? Did he give you the address of the Al- berta ranch?" Jean shook her head. By this time she had made up her mind about Judith Rankine, and her heart was warming to her. Her eyes were so true and kind, and her voice, with its little note of distress and forlorness, appealed to her mightily. "He was not a man who talked much about himself or his affairs," Jean said. "For instance, he did not tell me he had a sister." (To be continued.) Presently someone spoke to her from behind, and Judy turned swiftly to behold a quiet, pleasant -faced wo- man, not quite young, who bade her good morning. "Please come to my room," she said, • and the Scotch roll in her tongue somehow oddly comforted Judy's ra- ther forlorn heart, "I am sure we ought to shake hands," she said, "for my brother has told me about you in his letters." Jean warmly gripped the small, slim hand in its perfect -fitting glove, vantage. "So you are his sister," she said abruptly as she closed the door. "When did you come? And were you by any chance in the Manhattan Theatre last night?" "I was in a corner of the box on. the first tier, behind the curtain. Did you see me?" I didn't, but I wondered whether 11e did." "Are you speaking of my brother?" asked Judy, paling slightly. Jean Dempster nodded. "I am. He was in the theatre last night along with me—but it is a long story! Won't you sit down and uncle your furs? You have noticed, I don't I doubt, how hot all the houses are in New York, and we have to be careful about wraps," She spoke quite steadily and casu- ally, but the ce or had risen in her cheeks, and quite evidently she was a little agitated, even excited. "In a box, were you? Then I don't ;see how he could have seen you," she went on. ".1 am sure he did not look that way, and if you were sitting with your back to the circle, your face (would not be seen." "But why are you saying all this?" 'asked Judy. "What happened?" 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Caught, caught is the wild cuckoo That- sang among the owel's; They have prisoeed hint In a dark prison '• ' To count them the hours. Between the dawn and the dim even- ing Twelve songs must he sing, That men may reckon the day's pass- ing And the passing of -spring. O they have shattered the sweet April And slain the heart of May, Becauee they have stolen the wild cuckoo To tell the time of day. And wearily sings the wild cuckoo, Wearily sings he now, Because his heart would cease from singing And his throat knows not how. —Jan Struther. Mlnard's Liniment for Dandruff. How Time Files. It was almost time for the street car that daily carried the breadwinner and head of the Tuttle family to his office, and the morning .paper was not in !te customary place on the front porch. 1 Stamping back into the dining room, a' stern look 1n his eye, Mr.Tuttle de- : nianded: "Did any of you see the morning paper?" Everyone denied having seen it, and were busily engaged in searching for the missing paper, when the laughter, struck with a sudden inspiration, ex- claimed: "Oh, 1'll bot that's what i used to wrap up the ftdge Bert took home last night!" The eggs of the West African ostrich average nearly three and a half pounds in weight. I - After he had finished, he looked , They Won't Last, around quickly before dashing a tear, "Bankers say the new dollar bills from his eye. Then he picked up the won't last." - straw and approached the cashier. 1 "I found that was just the trouble "Lady," he choked, "I bent the little with the old ones." svelter.; what is it worth?" i- Heritage. , My mother's great-grandmother ' A lass Pram Devon cane; ' Her little body is dust so long I've night .forgotten her name. I Her wistful legend and Tell me everythink!" said Judy faintly, as she sank down on the edge 01 the chair, her eyes cleaving to Jean Dempster's face. Jean regarded her steadily for a moment, as if seeking to gauge her depths, and so arrive at some decision' regarding how much she should ort could tell her. She sat down in her own armchair before the desk, and asked quietly: 1 "I suppose you know that your brother has had a pretty hard time in New York?" - "Wo have gathered that he has not' had the success he expected," answer- ed Judy, rather painfully, for it cost her something to sit there, opposite this plain working Scotswoman, and hear her discuss Alan so casually—as it seemed to her. "Six months is hardly long enough to achieve success—at least honestly— anywhere," said Jean in the same steady, quiet voice. "And your bro- ther did not get in with the right land of people." "He had several introductions. Some of them quite good, we thought." "They were of no use at all, Ho did not even get a simple suggestion - froni them." "Then tel! are what he has actually been doing, will you?" "He has tried a good many things. He had a secretarial post for'. a few weeks, but the Syndicate burst up. They took him because they said he looked likeD Duke, r n ttl and would impress callers. That wasuite q good while itlasted—" 1 Has stood the wrack of years, ----'----- Painting Paris. The Eiffel Tower in. Paris is now re- ceiving its fifth coat. of paint since its erection in 1880. One hundred men are employed for 40,000 hours, and thirty tons of paint are required for the work. How always at the 0i1 -miner's flood Her laughter broke to tears; !She'd blunder with her baking, Her stitches run uneven; She'd droop above her churn and sigh, "Aherne, it'•s June in Devon!" "That wee. at the 'very beginning, of course, when he wrote in such good spirits?" suggested Judy. • It made a family byword Long after she was dead; "As fine as June in Devonshire," Her chiid•ren's children said. Across the world I journeyed One year, as Slt1111101' came, And stumbled on her little heart Who had forgotten her name. 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IOADNTO WINNIPEG 18aA •. ,EDMONTON. VONCOUveR' CALGARY WHY FLOWERS COLOR THEMSELVES •U All living creatures -color thenrselves' to escape detection by enemies.: Even the trees try to hide their trunks by 6enerall3' assuming tints. Weeds and grasses which mad. dose not like to have an his well -kept lawn disguiee theneelvee as grasses an'd creel/ slyly underneath the the f cal graeses. Everything tries to hide, and so comes the question: Why the very gaudy colons of tropical birds? Be-- eaurae they array themselves so as to- oscape dangers. Their startling colors aro made to - attract the attention of insects. They actually try to make their 'plumage holt like the finest of blossoms. - F'rowers array themselves In beautt ful time to lure insects.- Not only that, but they make the sweetest kind of honey for the sante purpose ----all this beoause life devotes itself to inareas- ins its owsi family. Tho beautiful flower makes thehoney, not to please himself, but to please the bees and turn 1115133 into slaves to do that part of the work which be cannot do because he stands rooted to the ground. The flower must depend upon the winds and insects to carry his eggs to some -other plant so that the two eggs can inorasse and multiply, Pollen, so these eggs are called, not real eggs, but Just exactly the same as eggs, male and female.. Some few plants bear both sexoa. Man, great as, he ,thinks himself, could not devise a better scheme than the flowers have invented through mil- lions of generations. The flower has made itself beautiful to attract and hold the eye of the bee, who has learned that these pretty things have the sweets which are the chief things in his life. These sweets are furnished by the flower which is clever enough to grow the neotar deep inside where the blossom narrows down from who absurdly wide entrance. This isnotaccid'ntal, it is cleverly thought out. -r To get the nectar the Insect must shove and push himself, and even squeeze his own tread and body into a epee° that is so small as to be uncom- fortable. This Is the Big Idea- of the flower, which has. scattered its eggs all around the entrance so that the insect cannot steal the nectar without getting eggs all over himself. These eggs he carries to the next blossom, where some are sure to be scraped off and left as ho gets a new load from the second blossom, and so on from flower to flower, leaving the male eggs here and female eggs there. One of the most interesting things in bee life 1s to watch bees work their way into the narrow treasury where the nectar Is kept. It Is not an easy labor for the bee. Stand near flowers where bees are busy and watch the operation closely. You can see the bee alight on the blossom and take a look inside to see whether be is too late or just on time. If no other fueeet has 'been there first, he pokes his Heed out of sight while he sips the nectar. You can see hint struggle a,, lie puehec his body into the narrow part, When he backs out he sometimes stops for a few seconds to pat on 1118 trips the waicy stuff the Row- er has provided for just such a pur- pose. Frequently, and especially while the Slut combs are being made f" the hives the bees gather large quantities of this wavy material. They pat it on their hips until the hips are so large as to- le very much out of proportion. Watch the bees working among the flowers; use a -barge magnifying glossa, and you will see a moving picture that will surprise you, But those gaudy'birde? The story is soon told. told. They disguise themselves so that while they arehuntingthe in- sects among the flowers they are al- most indintinguishable because they loop lute flower's and fit the scenery. --$ A Shortened Life. A man. travelling in Maine met a meddle -aged farmer who said hie fath- er, ninety year's old, wa'ts still on the ftlrin where he was born, ' "Ninety years old; eh?" "Yep, pop is -close to ninety." "Is his health good?" " 'Taint mall now. He's been com- plainin' for a few months back." "What's' the matter with him ?" asdc ed the traveller: "I dunno; sometimes I think farniin' don't agree with him," Not Quito Far. Enough. ' Pat had injured himself at his wcrk. - He was a bricklayer's laborer, and whilst handing' up a hod full of bricks he•had the misfortunefall from the - scaffolding. Happily, however, he was not Bruch the worse for his fall, and a fe3w days later recounted the affair to some of his friends. - "Yes, and did ell your sine flash through your mind -as ye fell, Pat?" "Begorna," answered Pat, "I said thirty feet, not thirty mottos!" He Ccaldn't Smile. Jack had been Lo have his photo- graph taken. When he got the :p1'oofs he showed them to his pea, Sandy, who coked at them in silenoe for a nlo- "Dtnna ye like it?" asltod Jock anxi- 'Ay! But it seems- a petty ye coup! n't bee' smiled when the mon was tak- in'•ye," replied Sandy slowly. "A.y, 1110n," said Jock sadly: "but How could I when they photies were costing mo twel' sledllins the dizzen?'!