The Seaforth News, 1923-03-29, Page 6BY KATHARINE SUSANNAH PRICHARD
Copyright by . Hodder and Stoughton. _
CHAPTER XIII.—(Cont'd,)
It was on the roadside by the Long
Gully that Mr. Cameron had died. The
old' tree by the gully had fallen at
last, and on Donald Cameron. At
Raise, while Dan and she were living
there, a man had been killed by a
falling tree, but it was strange that
Davey's father should have died in
this way, she thought, lie who had
been the first settler inthe hills.
She wondered if he had ring -barked
the tree—scored its living green wood
---if he had killed it, and in turn it
had killed him, pinning him tothe
earth with its great bulk of dead and
rotting timber. ' She- could see Davey's
father, heavy, squarely -built, in shab-
by, dark clothe, lying beneath it, his
grey hair blood -dabbled, his face
bruised and blackened. The man who
had conquered the wilderness had lain
there, on the very road he had made,
broken, cast aside—a thing that life
had done with. It was as if the wild-
erness had taken its revenge.
She slipped from the chestnut's
back in a sunny clearing and gather-
ed a handful of freckled and golden-
eyed, white honey -flowers, twisted
some tendrils of creepers and blades
of ferns among them, and tied them
together with a long piece of grass.
When she came in sight of the
weatherboard house crouching against
the purple wall of the hills, Deirdre'.
realized again what Donald Cameron
had done. The ,cleared paddocks'
spread round it on every side. An
orchard climbing the slope to the left
showed in dark leafage against the,
grey and green of the forest. Cattle
dappled the furtherest hillside. The
barns and sheds and stables behind
the house farmed a small village. He;
had made it, cleared the forest for it.
He had done all this, she realized,:
and so much besides, d and now
dead, the man of iron will and inde-
fatigable energy.
There were two or three of the'
neighbors' carts in Cameron's yard.'
Deirdre opened the gate and shut'
it when she and White Socks had;
passed through. She hung the chest
nut's bridle over a post by the barn,;
and lifted•
his saddle.
Speckled fowls and handsome buff
and yellow pullets stalked about the
yard, pecking industriously even.
under the legs of the Ross's and
Morrison's horses, which, with her-;
ness looped back on them, their(
noses deep in fodder bags, stood be -1
side the carts. In the brilliant sun-•
.
shine, on a wood -stack, struck against,
the clear blue sky, a black rooster;
crowed at intervals.
Mrs. Cameron's sitting -room was in
semi -darkness. Deirdre heard the
hushed talking, exclamations and,
sound of weeping as she went into it. 1
"It's you, Deirdre!" Mrs. Cameron'
said when she saw the girl. Her
voice was flat and tired; she seemed,
to have scarcely strength enough to
speak.
Deirdre kissed her with quivering;
lips, and eyes welling.
The room was full of people. She
did not
who the
the half dark. y were at first in;
"If only Davey were here!" 'Mrs.!
Cameron cried.
Deirdre knelt beside her.
"Perhaps he'll come," she whir
pered.
Did you gather the flowers for
his father?"
Mrs. Cameron's eyes had fallen on
the little bouquet in Deirdre's hand.'
"I brought them for Davey,"
Deirdre said. ;
Mrs. Cameron's hands quivered in j
hers.
"We must keep her cheerful. not:
let her spirits get down:" one of they
'visitors said in Deirdre's ear.
Jessie Ross brought in tea, and
some newly -made scones.
"You must eat this now, dear to
keep up your strength," Mrs. Ross
said to Mrs. Cameron, taking a chair
beside her ,
Mrs. Ross talked of her milking,
and the calves she had peddled during
the wet weather; and the other wom-
en, gathering round, talked in serious
and melancholy fashion of their milk-,
ing and the calves they had had trou-
ble with during the winter. They
TN place of the tense grip,
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too late for anybody to be coming e
way now -and a bad night. "cu
I'll
lock up."
1 'Yes, Deirdre," he murmured Sleep-
ily; "it's a bad night and too late for
anybody to be coming our way."
She pulled the bolts across the
doors et the :front ofthe shanty and
locked and bolted the door . from the
bar into the kitchen; then she took his
arm, and helped him out of his chair.
{ He had fallen back into it, nodding
drowsily again. She led him over to
his room, which opened off the kitchen.
"I'll see the lights and the fires are
out," she said "but I want to finish. a
bit of amending before I go to bed."
I "Right," he murmured. "Right,
Deirdrei"
The noise of the wind carried oft the
droning tones of his voice; but it was
• only a few moments before she heard
his heavy breathing again.
The Schoolmaster's sock which she
was darning dropped from her hand.
She stared into the darkness beyond
Ithe dip -light. She did not want to go
to bed to be alone in the darkness
with her thoughts. In the kitchen she
heard the creaking gossip of the fire
f hi a falling embers.
and the whisper r of g
Besides, she wanted to keep her hands
and brain busy. In the darkness there
; would be only the voice of the wind in
her ears, and that was like the crying
of her heart, She listened to the
wind now. A mournful, passionate
' thing, it murmured about the house,
Irising wildly, desperately, in blasts of
sudden rage, and fell back into a
thin, pitiful wailing of helplessness
and despair. She was afraid to listen
long, afraid of what this cormmunicat-
I ing, interpreting murmur might do
with her reason. Yet the wind was
i with her, she thought. The wind knew
her heart—the wind was the voice of
her heart crying out there in the dark-
ness.
e
She shivered, trying to banish the
strange, fantastical ideas that swarm-
ed upon her.
- How to pass the night—this long
night in which she must not think, or
feel. To -morrow McNab would be
coming. "You pays y'r money and you
takes y'r choice, Deirdre," he had said.
She saw his face as he had spoken,
his twisted, sallow face, the glimmer-
ing
of his malicious eyes, with the
smile that spilled over from thein. She
had made her choice. She had set her
to it. There must be no waver-
ing.
vaver-
ing. If the Schoolmaster got off, she
must marry McNab; if he was sen-
tenced to three years' imprisonment
there would perhaps be time to scheme
and out -manoeuvre him. She would
1 set her wits to that. But she could
not think of the next day. She must ofthem. Thera must be
think of Davey, or Dan, or Steve—
anyno
shrinking, shrieking, or failing. What
had to be done, had to be done, and
the first thing that had to be done
was to give McNab her word.
(To be continued.)
a—
Dye Silk Stockings
Blouse or Sweater
In Diamond Dyes
gave each other recipes for cream
cheese, and jam, and cakes to bo
made without eggs.
"And I've discovered a sure way
of snaking hens lay in .the winter,"
said Mrs. Ross
"Have you?" replied Mrs. Cam-
eron, listlessly.
"Yes, indeed, and I'll tell you just
what it is, Mary"!
"Oh, it's of no interest to me now,
with Davey away and his father
gone," Mrs. Cameron cried.
She kept . her hold of Deirdre's
hand,
"To think of him—Davey's father
--in there,. Deirdre -lying so still
and cold, he that was so strong and
nobody could break, or turn," She
said.' "You haven't seen him yet.
You must come with me."
"Presently; dearie, but youmust
drink your tea and eat this little bit
of scone first," Mrs, Ross said.
The neighbors talked again nervous-
ly, cheerfully, in subdued tones, of
the weather, the sales, and what the
men of their households were. saying
about things in general.
"We mustn't let her brood," they
said anxiously to each other.
Mrs. Cameron did not seem to hear
or notice them. When she stood in
the silent room with Deirdre looking
down on the white -sheeted figure of
Davey's father, she turned to the girl
with a sharp cry.
"It's a sad, sad thing to be parting
from your life's prate, Deirdre," she
said. "To think that he- should have
died like that ... after all that he's
done—he that made this hill country.
To have gone without a word from
anyone, or a clearing -up of the mis-
understandings between us. And
Davey not to see him again!"
She broke down and sobbed utterly.
and Mrs. R ss
Mrs. Morrison took
r o
her, each byan arm and led her
c
back to the sitting -room. The hum
of strained, subdued and cheerful con-
versation began again.
Mrs, Cameron went to the door with
Deirdre.
'If only they'd let me be. It's very
good of them all to bother, but if
only they'd ]et me be!
As the chestnut padded softly along
the track home to Steve's, Deirdre
wondered again what effect Donald
Cameron's death would have on Davey
and Dan. It would make Davey a
rich man, she knew. Donald Cameron
had been reputed wealthy when she
and the Schoolmaster first came to the
hills, and he had not been drinking
long enough to have squandered much
money. "It would take more than a
gallon of rum to make old Cameron
loosen his purse strings," she remem-
bered having heard Conal say.
To Dan and to her it would make
very little difference in the end. There
would still be McNab. The train of
her thought snapped. For a moment,
with all her passionate youth, she
envied Donald Cameron his stillness.
A night and a clay remained before
she would have to tell MaNab that
shee
had made her choice. Every Y
e heat
of the chestnut's t hoofs on the soft
aft
roadside drove what he had said into
her brain. She knew no more now'
than she did a week ago what was
going to happen to Davey and the
Schoolmaster, or how the case was.
going. Perhaps less, since Donald.
Cameron's death. But her mind was'
made up as to what McNab's answer
would be, She had never really had
any doubt as to what it must be, and
had asked for time as one asks to
have the window open before settling
down to passing the day in a dark
and airless room.
Deep in her mind there was still,
however, a vagrant hope, a fairy,
child -like thing, a phantom assurance
of the impossibility of what was de-
manded of her, a belief, like thistle-
down. as faint and fragile, that some-
thing unheard of, miraculous, would
happen to help her, and at the same
time save Dan and Steve and Davey.
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CHAPTER RLIII.
The big kitchen was very quiet.
The log that had been smouldering on
the open hearth all day broke. Deirdre
swept back the scattered embers and
thrust the broken ends of wood to-
gether. Flames leapt over thein, light-
ing the room,
They penetrated the shadows that
bulked, huge and shapeless, at the
end of it, revealing a hoard of store
casks and boxes piled almost to the
roof and half -cloaked with hessian
bags sewed together, The barrel of a
ride slung on the walls glimmered for
a moment; the fire -light showed stir-
rup irons and miscellaneous harness-
ing gear, halters and bridles hung
over a peg near the door, a couple of
horse- hoes ailed to it, and two or
three dnailed
hams in smoke -blackened bags
with bunches of herbs beside them,
strung up to the rafters.
A tallow dip cast a halo of garish
light about Deirdre where she sat.
sewing; a broad gleam touched the
crockery on the shelves behind her.
The high-backed arm -chair in which.
Steve lay, slack and nodding drowsily,
was drawn up before the fire.
The door to the tar, reached by a
step from the kitchen, was open. A
dip burned on the bench there, too,
giving the dingy windows of the
shanty a gleam for wayfarers. It was
a wild night; the wind blowing from
the south-west beat against' the doors
nd Tattled the windows of the frail
luildnig. The oors were all shut
hough it was . 1
stn j early.
Steve at last fell asleep in his chair.
His heavy -labored breathing had the
sound of a child sobbing. Deirdre
looked up from her work, again and
again, troubled by it. It increased her
sense of desperation to hoar him. The
sound became unendurable. She got
up at last and awakened him,
"Hadn't you better go to bedi Uncle
Stove," she said, impatiently. "You'll
catch your death (xi'.cold like this. It's
Work for Pleasure.
Work thou for pleasure; paint or_sing
or carve,
The thing thou ]overt, tho,zgh the
body starve,
Who works for glory misses oft the
goal;
Wits works for money coins his very
soul.
Work for work's sake then, and it
well may be,
That these things shall be added unto
thee. —Kenyon Cox.
Bovril Limited Reports
Good Business in 1922
The report submitted at the 26th
Annual General Meeting of Sharehold-
ers of Bovril, Limited, in London, Eng -
laud, last month, was most satisfact-
ory.
A net profit. was shown of £305,700
—out of which after payment of regu-
lar dividends on preferred stocks a
dividend of 9% on the Deferred Shares
—free of income Tax—was voter,.
Sir George Lawson Johnston is
Chairman, The Earl of Erroll, Yice-'
Chairman, and Mr. Douglas Walker,
Managing Director. Sir Coril.hwalte
Rosen, a former premier pf Western
Australia, has recently accepted the
position of Secretary.
Bovril exports in 1922 exceeded
those of 1921 by 22%, and 1923 shows
every indication of still further growth.,
The increasing amount devoted to
various forms of advertising was one ,
of the noteworthy features of the
statement—and one to which perhaps I
much of the increased success or opera- i
tions was due.
Queen of Sheba.
A woman of the new rich: type paid
a visit to a well-known school with a
view to placing her boy there. She ar-
rived in a. Rolls-Royce elaborately
dressed and loaded with Jewelry. Dur -
lag her interview with the head ;nes-
ter, whom she embarrassed and im-
pressed with her grandeur, the poor
man remarked, "Madam, yeti- remind
me of the Queen of Sheba."
"Really,'' said the lady. "1 had 110 1
idea she hack a'boy lo this school."
Happy is the man who is too busy'
to think about hiring overworked,
Minard's ! 1nlmznt for Corns and Warts
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About the i;use
Lures,
A posy on the table,
Apples on the shelf,
Goodies in the cupboard
That you have made yourself
These are things the fairies love;
And do remember this—
A. pot of honey in the perch
Will never' come amiss.
A robin in the shrubbery,
Daisies in the grass, •
A rainbow -colored way -of -the -wind
• Made of tinkling glass.
A big bush of lavender,
A bed of mignonette,
And a'thatched wooden summer -house
For dancing when it's wet.
A fire in the parlor
On chilly summer nights,
A pretty, sound of singing
(Not too many lights)---
These
ights)-These will lure the fairies in;
.And I would have you know,
So long as fairies visit you
Your luck will never go.
• Five Ways of Cooleing Chicken..
At first the chicken stied and
roasted brown,
With cranberry sauce and facings all
complete.'
And then the fricassee, all covered
0'05'
With thickened gravy, poured with
lavish hand
To hide the bones. And then what may
be left
Is done up into pies, with pastry tops
Just fitted to 111.0 dish. Last course of
all
Of this eventful bird is chicken soup—
The general leavings and the scrap-
ings -up
Of wings, legs, tails, necks, bones and
everything.
When dressing scald the
r g a: chicken
feet, and the skin will peel off like a
glove. Cut off the horny claws and
cook the feet in a little` water, adding
seasoning. This will make a cupful
of delicious jelly, or add richness to
the stew,
Leice
Left -over chicken n can be used to ad-
vantage when combined with macar-
oni, thus; Cut the chicken into small
dice, and to one cupful of chicken add
two cupfuls of macaroni, which has
been boiled until tender, drained and
rinsed. Melt a piece of butter in a
baking pan or oven -glass dish, put in
the macaroni, moistened with chicken
broth, slightly thickened. Cover with
the minced chicken, sprinkle with
grated cheese and place in the oven
for a few minutes. Serve hot.
Whoa serving chicken, it is often
embarrassing for the -head of the
house to find the portion preferred by
a guest. To prevent this, put 'the
pieces on the platter as nearly as pos-
sible in their original position: lay
the back in the middle of the platter,
the pieces of breast on top of this, a
drumstick
on each with sidev side -bone
v 'de -b ne
and second joint at the upper end and
wings outside these. If two fowl are
served at once, have a platter large
enough to repeat the arrangement at
the other end.
Chicken cooked in an earthen or
oven -glass dish having a cover is
especially good. Cut into pieces and
place in the bottom of the dish a
dozen small onions, one carrot, one
turnip and a stalk of celery. Cover
with ailin of int boiling or g stock or boiling
water, seasoned with salt and pepper,
Dress a year-old chicken, rub with
melted butter, place it on top of the
vegetables and set the baking dish, un-
covered, in a hot oven until the chick-
en is nicely browned. Then cover the
dish and allow the chicken to cook
slowly for an hour.
Smothered chicken provides an ex-
cellent way of cooking a chicken that
is somewhat tough, forthe baking
renders it very tender. Singe and
dress a chicken, split it down the back,
wipe thoroughly with a damp cloth:
Salt and pepper well, then cover with
butter and dredge both sides with fine-
ly powdered, dry bread crumbs. Place
in a baking pan, the inside down,
cover with another pan and cook in a
hot oven for twenty-five minutes, Re-
move the top pan and let the chicken
brown for five minutes. Then remove
to a platter and garnish with parsley.
Pilate of rhieken prepared according
to these directions is a dish of great
excellence. To prepare it, joint a
chicken and leave for a half-hour in a
bath composed of the juiceof two
large lemons and three tablespoonfuls
of salad -oil. Drain without wiping.
Pry a sliced onion -in three table
spoofule o£ butter, and then put in
the chicken, Cook for ten -minutes,'
turning often, and empty the contents
of the pan into a pot with a broach.
bottom. Pour over this a cupful of
stewed and strained tomato, and a
cupful of stock or a cupful oj' hot'
water seasoned with celery and onion.
and a little ham may be added. Cut
up the chicken as for frying,pare and
halve the potatoes, sift the baking
powder and flour together twice, rub
hi the lard and mix -Co; a soft dough
with ice -water. Cover the lower per-
tion of the sides of a large pot with
dough rolled to one-fourth of an inch
in thickness. Put in a layer of chicken,
Sprinkle with salt; pepper, flour and
a dash of cayenne, and 'a few thin
slices of onion and ham, then a layer
of potatoes and dumplings cut from
the dougli, and repeat with the rest of
the ingredients. Roll out the remain-
der of the dough to a size to cover the
pot, cut a cross in the centre and turn
the corners back. Add a tablespoonful
ofvinegar to sufficient water to fill
the pie up to the crust, cover the pot
and set over the fire until it boils, then
place where it will simmer for an
hour.. Take off the lid and put in the
oven for another hour. If it browns
too rapidly, replace the lid for awhile.
As the water boils away, add boiling
water. '
Pussy -Willow Season.
When it's pussy -willow season
An' it's almost flshin' time,
An' the bobolink gets busy,
Why you almost think in rhymel
There's a funny little kinkiness
Gets tangled in your brains, •
Au' a liltiness and'tiltinese
Goes • rasing through your veins,
There ain't no fun just like it
When the Spring gets hold o' you—
Of course you don't believe it,
For it's too good to be true—
A something that makes sorriness
A sure and awful crime,
When it's pussy -willow season
An' it's almost ;lath' time.
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An old physician of the lest genera-
tion was noted for his brusque manner
and old-fashioned methods, sayer the
Edingugh Scotsman. On one occe-
cion a wornan called him in to treat
her baby, who was slightly ailing. The
doctor prescribed castor-. oil. "Bat,
doctor," protested the young mother,
"castor oil is such an old-fasfiioned.
remedy." 'Madame," replied the doc-
tor, "babies are old-fashioned things."
Then the school -seats seen the hardest
An' your pulse goes awful quick,
An'our head's a burnin' furnace nrnaCe
An'having
sureyou must be sick. insist on
Y 1>:Is
But when you pass the schoolhous
East or West
Eddy's Best
door EDDY'S!
You get to feelin' prime,
When it's pussy -willow season
An' its almost flshin' time.
Mlnard's Liniment for Coughs & Colds
Behaving Mannerly at Table.
"My dear," said a thoughtful lady,
addressing a small' boy who with his
parents was a guest at her table,
"wouldn't you like to have your meat
cut up for you?"
"Oh, no, thank you," replied the boy
with great politeness, though be did
not look up or desist from his deter-
mined struggle with his helping of
beef. "We often have meat as tough
as this at home."
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An Englishman once tools a large
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shootjng was ane snips.`
As there was so littlosport, the man,. •
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Turning to the Olio, who wee trudg'•
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that snipe cost £100."
"Bsgorra, yer }zouc•r," replied the:
'011ie, "It's lucky you didn't shoot any
more."
On the Rocks.
This is one of the stories told by
Major A
41 W. Long 3u "Irish. Sport of
Yesterday: here are others•[
At one time the police in Ireland-
gave a Targe reward for information
leading to the seizure of a "poteen"•
still, and as a result one man made a
fortune, First ho gave' a contract to -
a travelling tinker to make a let of'
stills at a low price, and, after leaving
these stills in different places with the,
remains of a fire, would lodge his in-
formation and claim the reward,
An Irish pilot told the crew of a ves-
eel of which, he was in charge that he,
knew every rook on the coast for
miles, "And there's one of them," he
said, as the vessel struck a rock.
An old Irishman used to hide his,
bottle of poteen in the bolster of the -
bed in Il:is master's dressing -room.
This hiding -place lasted slim until one
day the cork came out of the bottle -
and the master found his room reek-
ing of poteen.
On those occasions he was always•
given notice, but invariably replied:
"Don't be onalsy, sure I,11 never leave
ye"—and he never did!
Major Long's sister went to a cer-
tain Irish, bath -house for a bath. She
undressed and entered the shower -bath
apartment,
a kind of wooden box, pull-
ed every string and wire she could
find, but nothing happened. She then
called the attendant, an old man. At
once a voice came from a ,role in the
roof.
"Iii, miss, if ye'Il turn the laste bit
in
the h world to.
the .westS e'll do lino
=and followed his words. by deeds In
the form of boiling hot water from a
large watering -can!
Major Long once nearly shot one of
the men, who had a disagreeable habit
of taking short cuts. When remon-
strated with for suddenly sticking his
head round a bush when She author
was going to fire at a snipe, the man
replied, with a laugh, "No danger,
shoot away. I was watching your
gun!"
Balt for Beggars.
On her return from a visit to Dublin,
a young. countrywoma 1, a Mrs. 0—,
gave herself great ains and told her
maid, who always called tier ?drs. Tom
and her another -in-law Mrs. D, to
call her Mrs. 0— and the old lady
the dow-a-ger, with a strong accent on
the middle dd e sY Ue
abl .
It was said that this was the result
of going to a cinema. The next time
the author's sister called she asked if
Mrs. 0-- was at home.
"Oh, no, ane lady," -replied the girl,
"she's not in—but faith, the auld bad-
ger's below in the kitchen."
Tho author's brother nearly caused
a riot one very hot day when out shoot-
ing by appearing in white flannel
shorts, No sooner had shooting start-
ed Oben every man and boy within •
sight collected on high ground to
watch the "mad English gintlernan"
who went out shooting in his under-
pants l
On another occasion the brother
threw what he thought to be a six-
pence, but which was really a hall -
sovereign, to an old beggar woman.
Instantly the old woman went down
on cher knees:, calling down blessings
upon Muir -and then she tried to em-
brace him, still expressing her grati-
tude. To got rid of her, he threw a
half-crown. By this time bo was sur-
rounded by ahnost all the beggars in
the place, for like wildfire a report had
run through the town that a mad Eng-
lishman had arrived and was scatter-
ing half-so,vereignsi
The Earth's Tait
If we could make a journey through
space until we were some millions of
miles from the Earth, we should prob.
ably scarcely recognize this old globe
when we looped back at it: The Earth
has a special distinction whiph is vie-
ible only to those who live in other
worlds—it, has a tail!
Saturn has his rings; Jupiter is
covered with wonderful belts of color;
Mare is scored by strange Iines that
may bes'canals. And we have a great
tail reaching far away behind us into
space like that of a comet,. We can
catch a glimpse of it sometimes on
clear even`fngs just after sunset. If
you take your eyes from the golden
hues' of the Pest and turn right about
towards the East you will notice a
faint luminous patch in the sky exact-
ly opposite the setting sun. -
The Earth's tail may consist of a
huge cloud of gasses hundred of thop-
sands of miles in length, or it may ire.
formed by a countless swannl of tiny
moons, ranging from the size of it
cricket ball to that of a large house,.
which keep always to our dark side
and are too small to be -seen individu-
ally.Thers is no such thing as fear. So-
called fear is simply -an absence of
courage.