The Seaforth News, 1923-02-01, Page 64,5
BY KATHARINE SUSANNAH PRICHARD
Copyright by No
CHAPTeIR XleXV.-(Cont'd,)
Davey led his horse into the pa
dock beside the church where the v
hieles -which had brought the hill fo
tc tire'tnwnehip were standing. Tl
1 ox es ort of the ahaftsetheir heav
harnesa still on their backs, we
feeling, tethered to the fence, . or
the wheels of Mlle carts and bug•gie
Ile rioad beside the high, of
ieshioned buggy that had broug
Ivi.ary and. Donald Cameron to Wii're
ford. He .rubbed his hand along
Bessie's long coffin -box of a nose, an
told her on a drifting stream
thought that he had decided to g
home, to ask his father to "forgi
Itim,`and" that he meant to try to g
on with him again. Her attitude
attention and affection comforted hf
The people began to conte from the
church. They stood in groups by th
doorway talking to each other. On
or two men came into the paddock t
harness up for. the home journo
Davey.tput the mare into her shaft
Zia was fastening the'traces whe
Mary Cameron cable round the ba
of the buggy.. A 'catch of her Breath
told that she had seen him.
"Davey!" she cried.He saw her'face, the light of her
eyes.
'Mother!" he sobbed.
His arms went round her, end his
face with the rough beard -,such a
man's face it had become since it last
brushed . hers—was crushed against
her cheek,
"I'm corning home," he said, his
entice breaking. "Not now, not to-
night, but in a little while. P11 ask.
the old man to forgive me and see
if we can't get along better."
"Davey! Davey!" she cried softly
looking into his face, a new joy in he
own. "Oh, but they are sad days
these: Have you heard what the ar
d'dor and Stoughton.
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tell M'Laughlin, and he'll get a coupi
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of men to work with him. If you'll
come round to the paeler we can fix
up what's to be done."'
Davey jerked his horse's bridle,
pulling him round to. mount.
"I meant to take you home myself
to -night, mother," ho said, "But I'll
have to find Conal and tell him this.
There's no time to lose."
1 "I'll be all right, Davey" she said
tremulously. "I'11 go and wait for
your father at MeNab's. He's there
now, And we're quite safe with Bess
taking us home. She knows every
inch of the way,"
Davey kissed her hurriedly,
He turned' out of the church pad-
dock towards Hegarty's. There was
a dance in full swing, and he thought
.that Conal might be there. But al-
though a new fiddler was in his els
meet and mast of the yeung people
in the district jigging, Canal was not.
He went back along the road to Mc-
Nab's.
Outside, in the buggy, Mary Cam-
' eron was sitting. She turned and
1 smiled when he rode up to her. Her
1face had a shy happiness, but the pa-
tience and humility of her waiting
attitude infuriated him,
He swung off his horse and opened
the door of McNali's side parlor.
Cameron was sitting at the small,
uneven table, a bottle of rum and
glasses before him. McNab on the
other side of the table, leaning across
it, was talking to him, his voice run-
ning glibly. The light of an oil lamp
on the table between them showed his
yellow, eager eyes, the sclraming in-
tensity of the brain behind them, the
lurking half -smile of triumph about
his writhing, cohorless lips. Mc-
' Laughlin, leaning lazily back in his
r chair, his long legs stretched under
e the table, sat watching and listening
saying of your father? They tell nee
that you have been over the ranges.
Yes," Davey said. She scarce'
recognized his voice. "It's because o
father'—because of what they're say
Mg—I'm coining home. I won't hav
thein say.: it . , after all he's don
him-lose3it, iu f cannk help it." to 1
.There was a passionate vibration '
his voice.
"How did it happen? I saw you o
Friday and- followed you home."
"Oh, my boy!" Her hand tremble
00 his shoulders. "It was you then
What's coma to your father I don't
know at all. He's not the same Ina
Ile heed to be. It's that man at th
Black :Bull. He's got hold of him—
don't." know how ... but he's bee
drinking there often now, and h
never used to be a drinking man—
youe father. I think it was his dis
appointment with you at first . , I"
not blaming yon, Davey. It wasn't to
be 'expected you'd do anything but
what you did: I'm not blaming you.
But there were the long evenings by
ourselves, after you'd gone. He sat
eating his heart out about it before
the fire, and I couldn't say a word.
He was thinking of you all the time
—but his pride wouldn't let him
speak. He was seeing the ruin of his
hopes for you. He meant you to be
a great man in the district. Then
McNab began talking to him. Your
father thinks McNab's doing him a
good turn in some way, but I feel it's
nothing but evil will come to us from
Itim. The sight of the man makes me
,shiver and I wonder what harm it is
he ie planning for us."
Her voice went to Davey's heart.
"I know, mother," he said. "But
it'll be all right soon. The old mull
pull up when I come home. I'll tell
him I mean to be all he wants me to
be. I was' a fool before, though I don't
think I could, go en in the old way
even now. But he'll be reasonable' if
I go the right way about asking hint.
I've got a deal more ono than I had,
I've sobered down a lot . can see
things straighter. I won't be having
any dealings with McNab again—and
I'll get father to cut him. The pair
trf us'lI- be more than equal to him.
But I've got to finish my job with
Donal first , , . it wouldn't be play
ing the game to leave him just now."
"Is it ' Conal you've been working
with, Davey?" her eyes went up to
hie anxiously.
"Yes," he said.
"Your father's been talking a lot
about this work of Clonal's," she went
n, a troubled line in her forehead,
"He says the Schoolmaster's in it too.
ettlee tbeen talking to him about it,
ltd they mean to interfere in some
vay, He's talked a good deal about it
when he didn't know he was talking, •
driving home in the evenings: But
Meeeaibee snaking a fool of him for his
own puapoees� and to do harm to Mr.
rat'rel, I thins. It was trying to tell
your father that, but he wouldn't
hear me. 'Oh, Why have you got your-
selt titin _sd Gp with duffing and' crook-
eed Way° Deeey?"
el.), hat ltd he say?" Davey asked.
1 don't remember all of it." She
a a ept her brow with a little weary
gesture. "It was all mumbling and
snut•ering, and I cauldlift hear half
what he said—but it was to to with
tattle. And to -day McNab came • over
to the yard: as soot as we arrived
and 1 heard him say: I've got.word
where there's a mob with breads
won't' bear lookiti' into, to -night. Tel
11111.
> McNab sprang to his feet with an
oath when he saw Davey in the door -
f way.
"Mother's waiting. for you outside,"
- he said, lifting Donald Cameron . by
et the elbows and leading him to the
et door.
He turned on McNab with his back
to to it
"I'll be looking after my father's
fi affairs from this out," he said. "And
you remember what I promised you
d if you interfered with me again ,
?
you'll get it sure as I live,"
He slammed the door.
n Donald. Cameron, stupid with Mc -
e Nab's heavy spirits, was unprepared
for this masterful young man whose
e rage was burning to a white ]teat. He
e went with him as quietly as a child.
Davey helped him into the buggy.
- `Keep him away from McNab;' he
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said to his mother, "and I'll be hone
as soon as I can."
She smiled, the shy, happy smile of
a girt, nodded to hint, and ehey drove
off.
Davey went back into the bar of the
Black Bull, with its crowd of stock-
men, drovers, shop -keepers and sale -
yard loungers,
"Where's Gone]?" be asked. "Does
anybody know if he's left the town
yet?"
There was a roar of laughter.
"He was looking for you an hour
ago, Davey," a drunken youngster
yelled gaily. "'spas in here n 1,e.Nab
gave him a turn about the School-
master's girl—"
"McNab was tellin' him you'd made-
up to marry her. You should have
heard Conal go off," somebody,
shouted
"Where is he?" There was a sharp -i
nese about Young Davey's question'
that nobody liked,
"Who? McNab?"
"No, Conal!"
McNab had come into the bar and;
was standing watching him, his face;
livid.
"Round somewhere lookin' for your
blood," the same jovial youngster,
who had first spoken, cried.
"Seen him go up towards the store
a while ago, Davey," Salt Watson
said slowly.
No one smelt mischief brewing
quicker than ire. He had seen McNab'si
face. He knew Young Davey's
per and 'the sort of man he was grow -'
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By DOFiOTBY ETHEL'WALSH.
Confusing Reflections.
2necoratione- which bring .confusion
.
to the Mind of the beholder are to bo
regretted. Reflections will many
times bring turmoil into mental
calm. There arewelcome reflections
and unwelcome ones, endto-day we
wish to warn against the latter,.
There is a generally accepted be-
lief that.. a shining surface indicates
a lack of wear, and therefore those
who worship the "new" revel in
tables which' glisten, "desks which.
take on somewhat the guise et:mir-
rors and other articles which send
forth piercing beams of light from
their- glazed coatings.
Such reflections belong to theun-
welcome class. Why, for instance,
thould the Boor be polished to such
an extent that it mirrors the table
legs? Tills confounds any struo.
tura) value of the decorations. Where
the floor should piainly spell strength
and firmness it assumes the role of
a limpid pool, and we are confused
by the incongruity of Ire mask.
Soft, glossy surfaces are best,
They show the wood to its best ad-
vantage, and never do they become a
officious nd take unto themselves
the task or showing you other ar-
ticles of furniture reflected on their
different planes.
`a
Abo'uIlthe Frouse
' over the cream, and "cover with as'
meringue made of whiteof two eggs
anti sugar, and place in the oven until
a light brown. With the pie serve
tart, red currant jelly anti cheese cut
in ouhes, Coffee is also served with
tide course. The pie is served at the
table in the dish in which it is baked,
the use of this d'isb and the caeserole
making serving dishes unnecessary.
The housewife who ' wishes' tome
freedom and leisure on Sunday must
plan with care and do some of the
work on Saturday, otherwise site will
not succeed, All 'work and no play
(or rest), is, as bad for the housewife
as it is for "Jack." . In the model
]home "mother" also has a day of rest.
Card Table Covers.
go
Cler.card table covers can be
made from a yard: square of • black
oilcloth, Measure .six -inches on each
side from each of the four corners,
mark and cut " off the corners di-
agonally.
Finish the edge of the cover by
blanket -stitching in a bright colored
yarn. A small floral 'design can be
embroidered in colored yarns in the
corners or tiny crochet yarn flowers.
Colored raffia can also be used for the
flowers and the edge or bias binding
in bright colors ie attractive, Sew
narrow, eix-inch lengths of black tape
'at the -corners to hold the cover in
position.
Dye Silk Stockings
louse or Sweater
in Diamond Dyes
"Diamond Dyes" add years of wear
to 'wor'n,:faded skirts, waists, coats,
stockings, sweaters, coverings, hang-
ings, draperies; everything. Every
package contains directions so simple
any woman can put new, rich, fadeless
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Harmony in• Flowerland, The Farmer's Sunday Dinner. colors into her worn garments. or
It is never too early to plan the Roast of beef, cooked in casserole draperies even 1f she has never dyed
summer beauty crops; sometimes I with apples and bacon, sweet potatoes, before. Just buy Diamond Dyes—no
think' them out while the seed pods t d d other kind—then your material will
of autumn are still swaying. in the
breeze. Planning a flower bed is like
trying on new spring hats, each seems
lovlier than the last and each must be
considered with relation to its sur-
roundings. To illustrate: a flower
bed, lovely in itself, may conflict with
a. neighboring bed, waging such posi-
tive warfare as to mar the harmony
of the whole delightful summer,
I ant not strong for centre beds that
cut into the restful sweep of a lawn;
a rioting border along the boundaries
or masses of one particular flower
trying to outdo its neighbor in frag-
rant display, are to my mind, more
pleasing. Everybody can be treated
impartially in a jumble -bed, the only
preference being in giving the shorter
plants front seats. Anything and
everything, the more the merrier,
from stately aristocratic minas at
the back to dainty snow white candy -
tuft in front, with all the colors of
the rainbow tangled between. Be sure
to include a generous sprinkling of
blue blossoms to get the best rioting
effect; blue ageratum Is splendid.
Even a blue morning glory vine,
plebian though it is supposed to be,
may be permitted to trail its lovely
bells across the cannas and down
again over the front bushes.
Years ago I started a hollyhock
hedge along our back fence and I have
had full reward every fall in a dainty
wave of color across my kitchen view.
For some reason the hapless holly-
hock is generally required to fight it
out alone with the weeds, but I culti-
vate mine as carefully as John does
his corn and had just as good a crop
even if we couldn't eat it! If you
]seep bees, plant the single varieties
and prove to your John that holly -
locks can be made an eating crop as
well as corn.
Once I went in for bush nastur-
itnms, surrounding the premises with
ribbon beds that furnished countless
bouquets of spicy gorgeousness and a
(most •charming effect. I dug the beds
very deep and just a foot wide, then
l set the plants about a foot apart;
I well, you would have to see it to.
realize what an unusually beautiful
effect it Made. I learned two tricks
with nasturtiums that year: one, they
ing. He knew Conal, too, and that' 8
no love yas lost between then. Iti p
was an urggent matter would send
Davey looking through the town for,b
Conal that way, he guessed, and know-
ing something of the business they b
had in hand, as an aid roadster al-
ways does, imagined the cause of the
ur�ency, 1
YlcNab I ke •_ 1
Could be picked es religiously as
ansies or sweet peas; the other, a
rather poor soil brings out brighter
Iossams and less foliage.
if you haye.a shrub or rose hedge,
e careful that the prowling grass
roots do not edge "in of the rose roots;
nsteatl of a scraggly grass margin,
ceep it clean cut' and have some quick
(looming summer flower to take up
he pretty work after the last rose
as failed. The-delieate little porta-
ace is simply unsurpltssecl for filling
n under roses, or any other' shrub-
ery; or, tame daisies, pansies, Cali-
rfornie panpiest,anty ,of the ,low grow -
ng beauties chit he used,
If you love asters, try a new ar-
rangement this coning fall. Get the
eel in separate colors and plant thein
n stripes, the red and rose tints first,
hen white, and on the other side the
luish and, lavender shades.. "Say"
your patriotism "with flowers."
I.last year I mixed flaming single
poppies with blue larkspur and had a
bed of dazzling brightness; this sum-
mer I shall plant the poppies solid
and edge them with white tend tuft"
1 0o d as if Davey's anx-
NURSES
�,re Toronto hfotl>ital for Incur,
4.e, iu afalletloi with Helle,ve and
Allied 'ttoeplta.le, ;New •.`folk .City,
kern ,,: three years -Course of TraIn-
rfc YoUng women, having the re-
quired .at oat1on' a id dd�ou
s
of ba
-
rinning1t1§C i. iA0A It 1 haft
adapted the eight-hour ayyatemThe
pupilsrooatve •ufforne
at tete 8ohool..
•a
Tronthiv allowance and trayetllnvelliog
xpn
xer, 1> end frmn Newfurtherapply 'Y'ork. :For
I» f o,ma.tlon apply to the
tp find Conal had taught him 1
something rub, t
Davey flung out of the bar. He h
,straddled his horse again and went 1
flying off down the road to the store. 'i
• Cobol was not there. Someone said b
'he had been, and set out for the hills
an hour ea• ljer. Pavey madg o
g4dw i the i•u d aggain, iloublitit on hse
track, past tie Black Emil lie thought
that he would eatce up to Conal on
(tile road, anti that they would be back 's
let Steve's before M'Laughlin and ifs
' m j wer out of W'y�r1eeford. t
The, Burt dyer the crew that he b
,had watcled Bess shy, at and take in
her own leisurely fashion a week be-
fore, was not half a mile from the out-
skirts of the township, The creek
banks on either side were fringed
Iwith.'wattles-and light -woods. As the
mare rattled across it therewas a
whistling crack In the air. Davey
.pitched on her neck. Terrified, she
(leapt forward, He clung to her,
'swa n a
t eyet
y1 .g for while, never losing
his grip.
Ile knew that someone had shot
. him from the trees by the culvert.
There was a sharp p pain in his breast;
blood welledrout it.
(Tobe continued.)
fora more restful effect when Old Sol
is doing his worst, White Orblue
flowers carry a suggestion of cool -
nese; startlingly red blossoms (can-
nas, salvia, poppies, geraniums) send
the thermometer scooting. On a
scorchingday,e
a bed of red poppies
resembles an army of butterflies ar-
rayed for battle. and I am trusting to
the ever -lovely rl:dytuft to wave the
Minard's Liniment for'.Couphs' & Colds, while flag of peace. I
s ewe tomatoes,' pieklee, bread an
butter, cream nut pie, currant jelly,
cheese, and coffee.
This Menu is planned with the idea
of malting the preparation of the Sun-
day dinner a really easy matter and,
come out right, because Diamond Dyes
are guaranteed not to streak, spot,
fade or run. Tell your druggist wheth-
er the material you wish to dye is wool
or silk, or whether it linen, cotton
at the same time, giving the farmer or mixed goods.
and his helpers tate hearty and appet-
izing food which outdoor workers re- If a plan frequently .says "I don't
quire. A boned rib roast of beef is; know," there is at least a reasonable
seared In drippings, or, its own fat,! presumption that he is well informed.
and partly roasted on Saturday, at a!
thne which is most convenient for!
the housewife. Tomatoes are cooked
and seasoned, to be reheated; A thick,!
boiled cream for the pie is prepared
in a double boiler (also on Saturday),
and a pie -shell is baked in a deep,
oven -glass pie dish. The dough for
the shell may have been left over from
a former baking, and kept in a cold
place until used,
On Sunday morning the roast is
placed in a casserole and dredged
with brownest flour prepared for this
purpose. Peeled sweet potatoes are
placed with the roast, and next to the
potatoes are placed tipples, which are
somewhat tart. Tho apples should be
cored, then stuffed with rolls of thin
ly sliced bacon. The casserole ist11en
placed in a moderate oven where the
food will cook slowly while the family
attends clmrch. On their return from
church, the casserole is placed in the
heating oven over the tap of the
range, leaving the oven for the com-
pletion of the pie. The vessel con-
taining the tomatoes is placed over
the fire, for reheating.
When the preparations are com-
plete, dinner is served in the dish in
which it was cooked. Bread and but-
ter, pickles or other relish, accompany
this course.
To make the pie, pour the cream
into the pie -shell, sprinkle chopped
nut meats (preferably hickory -nuts)
CttRNS
Lift Off with Fingers
Doesn't hurt a bit! Drop a little
"Rreezone" on an aching eo•n, lnetant-
ly that corn stops hurting, then .short-.
ly you lift it right off' wltli,fiage's.
Truly!,
lobi' druggistscale a tiny ,bottle of
"Freozone"•for a few cents•, Burn ci ent,
to remove every ?nerd corn, soft coin,
orcorn between the toes, and the cal-
luses, without soreness or irritation,
The sap in a vine circulates
with
five times the force of blood through
the most intportant`•bloodvessel in a
horse's lets.
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Minard's Liniment for Burns & Scalds
Pre
vents
chapped
hands,
cracked lips,
chilblains.
Makes your
skinsoft,white,
clear and smooth.
DRUGGISTS SELL IT:
2'So Great Canadian ,9weetmeat
provides pleadanit action
floi your, teeth; also
penetrating the, crevices
and cleansing them.
Then.' itoo„ It aids
digestion.
Ilse WRIGLEY'S alter
every meal—see how
much better yon will
Ileal. ,
Round pearls are more valuable
than the pear-shaped kind.
MOTHER! MOVE.
CIRO'S NE
"California Fig Syrup" is
Child's Best Laxative
Hurry Mother! A teaspoonful of
"California Fig Syrup" now will thor-
oughly clean the little bowels tend iu a
few hours you have a well, playful
child again. Even it cross, feverish,
bilious, constipated or full of cold,
children love its "fruity" taste, and
motherscan rest easy because it never
fails to work all the souring food and
nasty bile right out of the stomach and
bowels without griping or upsetting
the child, -
Tell your druggist you -want only
the genuine "California Pig Syrup"
which has directions• for babies and
children of all ages printed on bottle.
Mother, you must say "California."
Refuse any imitation>
phi 9"I� b''�°•i,9 `•.
de ith
--and already baled for you
AVE the troubleid the
time of baking pies at
home, yet give your men
folks pies that are exactly to
their taste,
Master bakers and neigh-
borhood bake shops in your
city are making luscious
raisin pie fresh every day.
Your grocer or these bake
shops can supply them.
Taste them and you'll
know why there's no longer
need to bake at home.
Crust that's light and
flaky --tender, thin-skinned,
juicy fruit, the juice fot-ning
a delicious sauce! There's
nothing left to he desired in
a pit.
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FEAR
That fear, and fear alone, rhes proved
fatal to human beings la indisputable
but although the lower arafmale ' are
perhaps equadly'sneceptibi4 to this
'emotion, we seldom hear of their dy-
ing of fright, One :dnittaueb .otnly has
come under my observation.
I ant the blacksmith for the Golden
Spud Mine on Revell Hill in•the Crlp'
Pie Creels. District, my shop standing
a. few yards from the mouth oe•the tune.
nel through which the pmcgerty le
operated. I could easily have averted
the tragedy I am about to describe bad
the possibility of death through ,fear,
ever entered my head:
Ono of our minors was always at-
comliaatied by a savage -looking buidntog
witc,e appearance, at is so often the
case with dogs sof that breed,:altogeth-'
ea'belied his friendly disposition.. Dur-
ing his master's shift underground,
Peter, the bulldog, visited the top -men
and whiled away the time playing
around the: mine oflices and shops,
Wlthi all his "good -will lowavds mens he ,
would not permit the presence of any
other dog around the works, invariably
Chasing intruders, off the Premises whit
gro'vldng threats of what he would do
to tham,upon a second offense,
One warm afternoon, while Peter
was resting: in the shade of the shop,
a tell gangling cur, mostly bull -terrier,
with., judging by his long snout and
foolish expression, same faint ances-
tral taint of sheep, came wandering up
the hill and th"oasghtlesely entered the
tunnel. Peter, angered by this: imper-
tinent invasion of his vested rights,
sprang to his 'feet and darted after the
misguided beast. "Winged with horrid
fear, the terrier dashed out and past
him and", seeing the open doorof the
'blacksmith's shop, sought sanctuary'
therein. There, with no avenue of es-
cape, he crouched in a. corner, shiver-
ing miserably, hie face to the wall like
a penitent schoolboy.
Peter followed quickly and, halting
with nose about a Beat from the back
of his trembling victim, emitted a ss-
quence of awesome growls, clearly in-
timating in dog language his purpose
to devour the pup allve. Without
touching him he explained the enormi-
ty of the offense, dwelling at great
length upon the impossibility of escape
from a painful and Iingerlug death.
The pup seemed to realize what was
in store for biro, and whined dismally,
as if pleading for the clemency dna to
youth, inexperience, and ignorance of
the law. Peter was implacable, argu-
ing, evidently, that it was not only his
duty but his pleasure to exact the su-
preme penalty. For tan minutes lie
continued these horrible threats, grad-
ually worlting himself into a passion
and inch by inch dha.wing nearer to
bis prey. Just as he anne+ared about
to make a final spring, the unhappy
terrier sprowed upon the floor, giving
vent to one lost despairing sigh.
Instantly Peter turned to me- with
what was really a look of astonished
inquiry. If endowed with speech he
would, presumably, have said, "Now,
what do you think of that? I was only
jolting and never for a moment intend-
ed to hunt the fool pup."
Dropping my tools, I jumped for-
ward end lifted the poor animal, un-
able to believe that he had actually `
expired from fright without even hay-
ing a tooth or paw laid upon trim. My
attempted rescue Dame too late. Fear,
and fear. alone, had extinguisLed'the
feeble spark of We, and I, overcome
with shame, canied out the limp body
and buried' it in a grave dug in th4
mine dump.
Peter watched the obeaqules in sil-
ence, and, as we turned away, it was
hard to tell which of the two mourners
was more ashamed of the part both
had played in this little tragedy.
I ant a blacksmith/ by trade, a rough
man and a tighter by inclination, with
a fighter's contempt for cowardice in
than or beast, but the passing of this
peer, helpless pup lett an ache which
the little mound on the mine dump
s•tatrts afresh.—A. C.
Astronomical Clock Made
From Alarm Clock.
An ingenious "clooluiialter of Meraeit
itis, ,ranee, has converted an ordinary
alarm .ciooic into a very complete as-:
tronomdcal dock. Without 'alteritlg .
the main functlens and with slight tri
'ditlone5 except for a new face, , the
clock hes been made to indicate, on'a
small -dial alt the bottom, the ' phasoe
and age of, the, moon;' the hours• of its
passage of the meridian; its position
in the zodiac; the position. of .the sten
in the heavens; lits ascension and de-
cimation; the eijnieexes, solstices, aud
seasons; and on tine dial at top, he has
addled an arc. upon winich a special
hand denotes the ]tour -fat which the
sun passes the meridian; the hours of
sunrise and sunset for all tate days of
tie year, and the length of the daya.
and nights, are given et the rttht, and
sidereal time .at •the left:
A Cobweb.
in fear I crushed a spider,
A. little. (harmless one,
Ansi all stay long my ` conscience
Was daunt with what I'd done,
Because 1 found the cobweb
That tiny thing Earl 'spun.
-Beth Cheney Nichols,
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