The Seaforth News, 1919-11-13, Page 2HE
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TICE 5
To begin with, they quarrelled.
Being thorough in all things,. theyl
i unveiled as thoroughly as they had.
oved. Then, with equal thoroughness
they swept up the pieces—returned
the presents, burned the letters, and;
tried to persuade themselves and their
friends that the whole affair was'
Washed out as utterly as if it had
never happened. She -stayed where;
she was, and he went to live in al
different town.
That's the prologue.
The story commences when Doris,
cpming out of a theatre with her aunt,
met Billy for the first time in two
years.
Billy was not the man with whom'
the had quarrelled. Billy was merely
an old and devoted chum' He and she
had grown up together, and their;
friendship was of the quarrel -proof;
brand which neither absence nor
proximity, letters nor the lack of
them, can ever chill into indifference
or warm into love. Billy had knowni
all about the dead -and -gone episode,
and Doris had listened with sisterly;
affection and unfailing interest to'
most of Billy'•s love affairs. Love, in.
the old days, had been wont to attack;
Billy much as hay fever does its vie-
tims—nothing serious, but bad while i
It lasts.
Two years in the East had altered
Billy very little indeed, to outward!
seeming. In the wide, carpeted pas -I
sage between stalls and exit he bore'
down upon Doris and her aunt with;
all his old exuberance.
"Spotted you just at the end of the
show,' he explained, after the first
rush of greetings. "I was upstairs,
and, of course, when I saw you I dash-
ed down right away, before you could
give me the slip. And how are things
going with you, old girl?"
Doris gave him a resume, which he
punctuated with questions, even as of
yore. Then, by chance, he mentioned
a forbidden name, and her pretty face
hardened, and she stopped him with
an imperious gesture
"Please don't speak of him, Billy,"
she said firmly. "I never want to think
about him or remember hint again."
"Oh, I say!" exclaimed Billy, his
eyebrows almost vanishing into his
hair. "Is it as bad as that still?"
"So far as I am concerned," said
Doris implacably, "Derek has ceased
to exist; and, above all things, I don't
wish to be reminded of him. Nothing
could possibly restore matters t., their
old footing or make amends for his
behavior. That incident is quite—
quite closed!"
"But I say, Doris—"Billy began
protestingly.
I oughly miserable, with red eyes and a
remorseful conscience, the sale mitiga-
tion of her wretchedness being the re-
'(ieetion that she had saved her pride.
This.'cold comfort uphold her until 'the
afternoon, when the Maid announced
Derek,
She faced him from the window; he
stood unsmiling at 'the other end of
the room.
"What was the idea, Doris?" he
asked.
I'm afraid -I fail to understand,"
said Doris coldly, her eyes hostile,
"Saying you were engaged to
Whyte."
I don't see how my engagement
concerns you."
"Considering that it doesn't exist,
I think I have a right to inquire."
"You forfeited all rights long ago.
My affairs are nothing to you now."
"On the contrary, they are every-
thing to me."
• Doris was white, and quivering with
anger.
"I refuse to be insulted like this,"
she said. "1 knew you were capable
of a good deal, but I didn't dream that
you could sink to such depths. You
come to me straight from your
wife="
"Oh, Doris, we've been a pair of
fools, you and I!" said Derek. "She
isn't my wife."
"Not your wife?"
"No; any more than Billy Whyte's
your fiance,"
"Then what made you tell me she
was?"
"The same mad reason that pos-
sessed you to say that you were en-
gaged to Billy. 'Pride—sinful pride,
"Please, Billy!"
Billy subsided. The aunt, who never
cared who e toes she trod on, put in
he"Sinful pride—that what it was!" as Miss Anne used to call it" He
she said. `Pride on both sides! You laughed a little bitterly. "Madge rose
were a trifle worse than he, but not to the occasion well, I must say, see-
much. Great pity, as I've always said. ing that I sprang it on her without a
Ile was at good boy. Nothing but moment's warning. But I shouldn't
ridiculous pude,
"And you—what about you, BiIly'?"
asked Doris hurriedly.
At the bottom of her heart she knew
perfectly well that her aunt was right.
"Oh, top -holes" said Billy en-
thusiastically, and shuffled and looked
down his nose, very pink and pleased.
"The fact is, I—well, I met the dearest
girl in the world when I was in hos-
pital down South, and we got en-
gaged."
"Really? Oh, Billy, how glad I am!"
exclaimed Doris sincerely.
Billy grew pinker and his •:.mile
broader. The aunt, scenting immin-
ent rhapsodies, cut in with more
alacrity than consideration.
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,,, have done it if I hadn't thought you
really were engaged."
Doris' sense of humor—always one
of her saving graces—began to get the
better of her. nuaard's Liatment Cures Diphtheria.
o you i you can in us a ,
Willie?" she asked. "We shale never
get one if we wait much longer."
"Right you are, Miss Anne," said
Billy cheerfully, and piloted the old
lady to a seat, "Just sit down here
until I come back."
It was at that moment Doris saw
Derek.
He was coming down the passage,
his tall head well in view above the
few late -confers 'who straggled out in
front of him. Before she could recover
herself, his eyes had met hers and she
knew that an encounter was inevitable.
And he was accompanied by a girl.
That did it. All the old pride,
strengthened by repression, flew up
ready for battle.. She gave one quick
glance round, as if for help; then turn-
ed and followed Billy, overtaking him
half way down the steps outside. In
all hies life he had never failed her ,In
"Billy," she said desperately, "I
want you to be a pal to me. I'm going
to compromise you dreadfully."
"Pleasure's mine!" said Billy with-
out hesitation.
You could never take Billy at a loss.
He was a pearl beyond price in
emergencies,
"Then we're engaged!" said Doris,
finger on lips as in their schooldays'
pranks.
She transferred her diamond ring—
a recent birthday present from her
father—to the third finger of her left
hand, and went back—to run clean
into Derek, rendering escape impos-
sible. There was nothing for it but to
make the best of a bad' job. His com-
panion had halted to straighten her
hair before a chance mirror,
"Well?" said Derek.
He looked down at her with a queer,
almost tender expression in his eyes.
"You here!" Doris said, foolishly.
She ignored his proffered hand, and
saw him flush at the slight.
"Only for a day or two," he said.
"You're looking very well." He caught
sight of her left hand, and took it up
quickly and examined the ring. "So
you're engaged ?" he said.
"Yes," said Doris, and contrived et
little smile and a lift of the eyebrows
that tacitly inquired what he had ex-
pected. "I have been for some time.
Are you surprised?"
"I hadn't heard," said Derek. "Well,
you have my good wishes, both of you.
I'm married now, you know!"
"Ilarreedl" said Doris.
"Sure. Quite a hoary Benedict by
this time."
He turned to the girl at the mirror..
She tucked a handkerchief into her
vanity -bag, and cane up to them. The
light gleamed on her wedding ring.
"I've met an old friend, Madge. This
is my wife, Miss Hamner',"
He slipped his arm through the
girl's with a surreptitious squeeze, and
the girl looked from Doris' face to his
with keen, sweet blue eyes. Before
she could speak, Billy reappeared.
"I've found a taxi----" he began;
and stopped.
Derek was regarding him with dil-
ated eyes.
"Alt, here's nip fiance!" Doris said
coolly, "Billy, you and Derek used to
know each other, didn't you?"
"Yes, in the old days," said Billy,
plating up nobly.
Derek smiled.
"I must congratulate you, Whyte,"
he maid. "You've met my wife, too,
I think?"
"Yes, I rather fancy I have," said
Billy. "Quite a reunion—what?"
Here considerate Providence took a
hand in the person of the aunt, whom
theyhad forgotten. She pottered pur-
posefully round the -corner, Inquiring
'after her taxi. The group broke up.
Billy accompanied Doris and her aunt
to the bottom of the steps.
"You're a brick, and I can never
thankyou,"Doris whie, ere
d as the
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/Lunt bundled herself in. "You're sure
--sure you didn't 'mind?"
"Not a bit," said Billy.
Quite illogically, Doris cried herself
to sleep that night. She awoke tthor-
"And I chonidn't have done it if Il
hadn't• seen you with a girl," she said.
"Then you're not—you're notes-"
Derek came -across the room.
"There's never beer. anyone else in I
my life except you," he said. '""On my ,
honor, I've never eared for another
woman—never tried to. Oh, Doris,
leid,_let it too, late to pick u? the broken
threads and menet tham . Is it too
late?"
Doris, suddenly beyond speech,
ehook her head and turned away. She
felt his arm round her—felt both her
hands caught in .one of his.
"There's nobody else?".he whisper -
"Doris! Doris!
hisper-"Doris!'Doris! Oh, my dearest, I.
don't deserve this. can youever for-
give me for the past three years?"
"Don't! It' was my fault—mine all
along. I spoilt those three years for
you."
"There wasn't a minute in them that'
could match with last night for
wretchedness. When you'd gone home, •
I made Billy tell' ins what you'd said,
about me, and I thought thea that I'
couldn't possibly stand a chance,. I
only came over because I was still
hoping against hope."
"Did Billy tell you that he and I
weren't epgaged?"
"There was no need. I'd been with
him and hos wire all the evening."
"His wife?"
"The one I borrowed. They've only
just finished their honeymoon. He
says Miss Anne didn't give him a
chance to tell you the whole story."
"Derek, what an idiot I've been!
What you must have thought of me—
all three of you!"
"Not a patch on what I think of
myself. We've both been pretty fool-
ish all this while, it seems to me.
Don't you think it's about time we
reformed?"
Doris agreed that it was.
(The End.)
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An Eight -Hour Day for Babies.
An eight-hour day for babies, Wi.y
not? Everybody else has 'em. This
is an age 'of uplift ,and organization.
There are societies of every sort for
preventions, benefits and: rights; laws
governing the time and oondlitions
under which men and women may
work; Iaws insisting upon a proper
treatment of bow wows, horses, don-
keys, pigs, and even lobsters. Com-
placently the old world rubs its hands
and inquires, "Everybody happy?"
Decided.Iy not! What about that
unclassified morsel of humanity, neith-
er man, woman, minor nor animal?
What about the baby? This is, I re-
peat, an age of uplift, but the only
uplift he gets is a playful toss in the
air. What of his rights, benefits and
preventions? He has about as many
at the present time as a Chinese gold-
fish—the right to live, be fed and
to be displayed to the greatest ad-
vantage.
He has raised his voice in his own
behalf many times, but the trouble is
he speaks a foreign language various-
ly interpreted and but indifferently
understood. If he cries, according to
parent parlance, lie is either hungry,
uncomfortable or in a temper, more
supposedly the latter.
It is no use. He has raised his yoke
—now I raise mine. An eight-hour
day for babies, shorter hours, longer
naps; away with social duties and
visitings.
Gaze upon him. There he lies,
crumpled down in an exhausted heap
upon a hard and corset -proof lap, or
dangling in head -rolling impotence
,over a rough -coated shoulder with a
niouthful of fur for a pacifier, a spec-
tacle of speechless ,infelicity.
I have often caught these little trav-
elers regarding me with an expression
of morose resentment. Peering out of
their lace bonnets, ahvays askew, the'
aaccusationble. in their eyes is umnistak-4
"Give us out:_ right," they signals;
gloomily. "Down with train rides„
sleigh rides, shopping, movies and'
visits. An eight-hour day." Uneasily,
I avert my eyes and reflect anew upon'
"man's inhumanity to—babies."
Added to the late -hour habit is the`
exhibition evil, largely the outgrowth'
of parental pride. At all hours of,
the day and night the baby is rudely
awakened and brought out like a newi
hat or bonnet for inspect:or, made to'
laugh and look at pretty pretties and
be jostled up and down.
Just what is a baby, anyway? A,
side Mow or an ornament? Frankly,'
it is hard to tell. Prom the manner
of handling they get from grown -nits
one would think they were labeled -like
certain bottles of medicine; "Shake
before taking." That is another thing,
to be con !.tiered along with the eight-
hour day, a sotriety for the pieventiun-
of shaking. No wonder so many babies'
look rattled. They. are,
And while we are in thie cabject,1
I may as well suggest another uplift,i
namely, the elimination of losorketing.
from the halm epoch. In many coaches'
the visibility cf the baby is nil. The'
coach 'itself iisighe be ail Hellen push -I
cart and the mother a vegetable vend
or, for all the r.seerby may know.,
Moreover, at is mi ertered invasion upon
infant right. Igriroriicusly the poor
baby is trundled ..lent' s:ith the family!
dinner on top of him -forced to view'
the scanerY through ion l,e.
e
ry tops and
ealg.d leaves --to s v nothing of the,
weight of potatoes and other sundries
upset "Ms insall toes.
If, truly, this is an age of uplift,
let it include our littlest citizen. Let
the right of the baby be looked into
and his voice be heard and understood.
Away with grown-up excuses and
reasons. His first two years should be
of uninterrupted tranquillity; his place,
in the home. An eight-hour day for
babies. Who will join their voices to
his and to mine?
To Launder Collars and Cuffs.
Since I live on a farm and am quite
far removed from a laundry, I always
do up the stiff collars and .tuffs at
home. By using Starch jelly I am able
to secure just as high a gloss as that
obtained at the laundry. The follow-
ing are the proportions which I use:
two tablespoons starch, one-quarter
cup cold water, one cup boiling water,
I add the cold water to the starch
and make a thin mixture without
lumps. Then I. add the boiling water
slowly, stirring constantly, and allow
it to boil up.
After I have my jelly prepared I lay
out the collars and cuffs which have
been washed and dried and apply the
jolly with a soft cloth, rubbing in thor-
oughly on both sides.
If they are to be yery stiff I allow
them to dry, repeat the process, and
atoll them up in a towel while still wet.
In twenty or thirty minutes I iron
then first on one side and then on the
other with a iron rubbed with paraffin,
until perfectly dry and glossy;.
If a very high gloss is desired I
rub a damp cloth over them and again
press until perfectly dry.
When washing articles which I do
not care to have especially stiff I
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Which ie soniewhat simpler: two
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borax, two, cups cold"v/etei,
Add the cold water' gradually to the
starch. Mix well and add the dissolv-
ed borax, Dip the article in the solu-
tion and rub welt, repeating the pro-
cess several times
With -a cloth remove all surface
starch, roll up in a cloth, and allow to
stand over night. Iron according to
the directions given' for starch jelly.
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the modest man ibecomes bold; the shy,
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The clothes you were so proud of when
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Fabrics Uhat are dirty, shabby or spotted
will_be restord to their former beauty by
sending them to Parker's.
Cie oiling and Dyeinw
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Parcels may be sent Post or Express.
We pay carriage one way on. all orders.
Advice upon cleaning or dyeing any
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the dish more enjoyable, but also gives it
additional food value.
The body-building power of Bovril has been
proved by independent scientific investigation
to be from Io to 20 times the amount taken.
Use 1vrill. in your cookery
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WHERE DOES ALL
THE GOLD GO
MILLIONS LOST YEARLY,
BY WEAR AND TEAR.
Enormous Amount of. Gold is
Now Used -in Jewellery
Increase in Wealth.
In 1840 the whole world produced
less than thirty million dollars worth
of gold. Then the California ..gold-
fields were
goldfields. -were. discovered, and in four
years production had leaped to ninety
millions a year.
In 1800 it was one lsuiulred and
twenty millions by the end of the
century it was three hundred millions,
while to -day the gold mines of the
world' otic turning out vett' Cleary five
hundred milion dollars worth of gold
avert' year.
Within about seventy years the out-
put of gold has been multiplied by
seventeen, yet in the saute period of
time the population of the world has
increased by only ninety per cent,
This being so, it might well be imag-
ined that there would now be more
than enough gold for the world's pur-
poses, and that the precious metal
would have consequently depreciated.
in value.
Asa matter of fact, nothing of the
kind has happened. In the first place,
while the population of the world at
large has only increased by about
ninety per cent, during the period
mentioned, that of civilized countries
has doubled, and more than doubled.
It is the civilized countries that, use
gold as a medium of exchange and as
their basis of currency.
Next, the individual wealth of these
countries has Increased enormously,
and therefore their people require a
great deal more gold for purposes of
Win. Several countries which in 1850
were working on a silver or paper cure
rency have conte tip to the gold stand-
ard, the latest of these being Spain.
Swallowed Up by Jewellery.
The third and perhaps most impor-
tant point of all is the enormous
account of gold now used in industry.
For the arts such as jewellery, gold
plate, gold leaf, for purposes of orna-
ment and decoration, Ur world is now
using three times as much gold in a
year as the whole amount produced
in 1840 --that is, about ninety million
dollars worth.
The waste of gold is another factor
which keeps down the supply. Few
people consider how great is the waste
of gold by wear and tear. Pack two
thousand half-soveriegns In .a bag and
send them on a journey of 'a thousand
miles: at the end of that journey one
half -sovereign's weight of the gold is
_clean gone. It is in the shape of dust
adhering to the Inside of the bag. f
In the course of one year's.ordinary
use a sovereign loses one and a -half
percent. of its weight. Careful calcu-
lations go to show that the annual Ioss
which actually takes place by wear
and tear of gold coin can be -no less
than twenty millions pf dollars. All
this prodigious sum is dissipated into
fine dust, and utterly lost.
Every ship that goes to the bottom
takes with her a certain amount of
gold. It may be only a few dollars
worth, or—as in the case of the famous
Lutine--a million may be lost In a
minute.
Livery fire that occurs means a Ana -
traction of gold, and there is never a
minute, day or night, when scores of
human habitations are not burning.
London along has 2,400 fires yearly.
Besides all this, there is the matter
of hoarding. In countries where
banks aro not found in every town, the
people who have gold hide or bury it
In, many cases they die without reveal-
ing the secret of the hiding -place. In
this way India alone swallows up more
than two and a half million dollars
worth of gold yearly. China more than
this, while Africa is at present absorb-
ing gold in this way at the rate of
snore than five million dollars a year.
The money Is paid as wages to the
Ranlr laborers at the mines, and by.
them carried away to their kraals,
whence It never returns;
A New Use For the
Aeroplane.
'rig). Department of Agricultare at
Ottdwa lies discovered a new uSe for
' the aeroplane. The Entomological
Branch is Investigating. the mosquito
in the Lower Fraser Valley in British
Columbia. BY using the aeroplane the.
country can be. surveyed in` order to
melt out the swampy areas and other
breeding places that are readily lo-
cated in photographs taken from over-
head, according to a statement by Dr.
0. Gordon Hewitt, Donation Entomo-
logist, that appears in tho October
Agricultural Gauche. The aeroplane
wits used in making .z comprehensive
survey of the com ahcated water aye -
tern of the Fraser River end the ad-
jacent bodies of permanent and tem•
portd'y water in that district. A. flight
reported by Dr. Hewitt has 'demon-
strated the possibility of using this
machine also for" mating surveys of
timber that -is being killed or hasal-
ready been destroyed by various In-
sects. Its use, it believed, will help
very greatly in the entomological work
with various insects being carried on
by the Federal Department of Agricul•
tire.
1
French authorities estimate that 1
in every 80 of the allied 'soldiers who'
metered that country married a Fsencb