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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Seaforth News, 1923-04-12, Page 6Always keep Bovril prevents that Sinking Feeling.. F11 BY KATHARINE SUSANNAH P'I ICHARD Copyright by Hodder and Stoughton.. CHAPTER-XLIY.—(Cont'd.) further mischief was done. Yet her While Conal was therehe would dominate, convert him into the shak- ing, shrieking thing MeNab became when the fear of violence, or a violent death, took possession of him; but afterwards, when Conal was gone, his brain would get to work—that cun- ning brain of his, quickened by a sense of his injuries and his splut- tering, passionate fear and hate of the man who had humiliated and thwarted him, Deirdre wondered how it would fare with Conal then, wheat-- - er McNab would outwit him. He would try. •He was made that way— McNab—to scheme out of holes and corners, If conal would have to reckon with him in the end, she real- ized that it would have been better to let the reckoning be now, before any 8 and gillve yOtir StOalletetl a UM Pro -elides "the bit of sweet" all beneficial format. eips to cleanse tibc teeth and keep them healthy. IRONING, with an Hot- poigt IIQPtThief Seer ,a pleasant task. ski iron is so constructed that you simply tilt it back on the hes}} stold yit}},,out av- hgto1iiftita£all. Asa result the tired feeling, so many women experience after ironing, is entirely eliminated. For sale by dealers every- where. "Made is Canada" by Canadian General Electric Co., Limited Head Office • Toronto mind shuddered at, the thought. She knew that she had meant to delay it. When Steve eame - shambling into the yard, blinking at the sunlight, she told him that Conal had returned and that he had gone down to the Black Bull, but would be back by the even; ing. He exclaimed all the morning about ConaI's coming, and had a thousand questions to ask. Where had Conal been? What had he been doing? Why was it he had -gone off the way he did windows told Deirdre that Steve had lighted up. He came to the door. "Coral's late, Deirdre?" he called.' "Yes," she replied. She stead there quite still staring down the road. "What do you think can have kept him?" • Steve had conte out and was stand- ing beside her. • Her face was very. wan. to his old eyes; her dark hair blew in tendrils about it. "I—don't know!" She saw the anxiety start in his eyes. "Oh, it's all eight!" She took his arm and they went towards the house again. "He'll be having a game of cards with the boys. It's too soon to expect him, that's all. We'll go in and have supper." She spread the table and put out the hot dinner she had made for Conal Steve's hunger increased at the savory smell of it, and.: because it was later than they usually had their meal, he ate steadily and with ready relish. Deirdre sat doyen at the table with him. NU The Toronto :Tiospltal for Jnfuf ' shies, in affiliation "with 13e11cvue and: Allied Hospitals; Now 'York City,. offers a three years' Course of Train 1,X7' uired educatleu, and desirous of 'he e - corning nurses. This Hospital has adopted the eight-hour system. Tho aurmonthlyi vallowance sande travelling expenses to and frim New Yorlr. ` EE'or further .information apply to the. Snperintendent, didn't miss my <hence, ;Ill tell the. world! I just hinted that I had lead three other positions offered me."` "0 Meta, you didn't!" Martha ex- claimed. "0 Martha, I did!" Mete mimieiced angrily. "Why not, Miss hast -Cen- tury? You've got to do your own pushing if you want to get anywhere. I've never discovered that anybody was ;tending roundwaiting to do it for me! It strikes me it works pretty well " Meta's' glance swept from her gown evith' its unmistakable air to ..and opening the door again, stood by, Martha's plain prim dieser it waiting. f But Marthst -'did • not' notice the Ginger swung round the corner, and j glance. "Oh; I believe, in pushing Conal on her. He was riding low,, Yourself," she replied; "but I; think huddled ago' st her. neck. The way he dropped fromthesaddle drove thel the right way to do it is to do your' breath from Deirdre's body. I best .possible work. To tell how many He threw out hie arms and stagger- chances you have had—well, it's like ed forward. He would have fallen if 1 telling a man that . he isn't keen she had not been there to hold him. enough to see what good work you do. She dragged him indoors leaning Besides, it doesn't seem—loyal—'i against her. "Buhl" Meta interrupted her. But "Steve—Steve!" she called. •• for a moment the girl was uneasy; Theold man was beside her in an then thefeeling passed. She was quite instant, Conahhad fallen, his legs crumpling as expert as. Martha Erskine; and she Aren't you going to have any - up under him. There was a stain of knew what anasset she had in her air thing?" he asked when he saw that she was not eating. "Pll wait for Conal," she said. Steve dozedin his chair after- wards. The night that closed in on the forest was of a soft, thick dark- ness. Deirdre stood in the doorway looking out into it for a while, Not a star hung its silver lamp over the hills. The wind crept with slow, un- certain breaths about the shanty. She shut the door. She carried her work -basket, with blood on his clothes. Deirdre tore them from the place where theblood welled. She put the brandy Steve brought to Conal'; lips, tied sent Steve for water And rags, telling him where to find the soft scraps she kept together for burns or cuts. "It's like the wound Davey had," Steve' cried, when he saw the way the flesh was plowed up on Coriars breast, "only nearer the heart." Coual moaned as the cold water struck him. A damp sweat lay on his forehead. ` "It's all up—I'm done for," he mut- tered. "Give me -your hand, Deirdre —never—never thought I'd reach you —but I couldn't die—there—in the dark—down by the . creek." His voice failed. "Don't try to talk, Conal dear," she begged. "You'll be all right if you keep quiet—lie still—Davey was." But there was a greyness about Conal's face, a dimness that Davey's had not had. "Davey?" he muttered. "Davey—" His eyes opened; they were the wild, bright eyes, reckless and chal- lenging, of Fighting Conal. "You—believe—I shot Davey?" "No." Deirdre 'bent over him, her breath coming sobbingly. "I don't be- lieve it now, Conal.. The same hands that did this to you—did it to Davey, too—" "A damn', whispering slug in the dark!" he gasped. "It was by the cul- vert over by the creek too from the cover of the trees— And I know whose hand it was—I saw the slinking hound. By God—why did I let him off? Why did I think I'd got him without saying a word to anybody? the socks that she had been mending A11 of which Deirdre had not thought the night before, to the table. But to ask. But they talked about Conal i she could not work; her hands would all the morning. Steve came in fromnot stir. She sat listening, listening, cutting ferns for the cow -shed to est listening. to staylong. What if Conal was going g Steve had taken out his pipe and was he going to do? Was he going) sucked it, nodding in his chair by the up to the trial? Had she told himIfire. His teeth relaxed their grip as what McNab had said to them? i he dozed; the pipe fell on the floor. Deirdre wanted to be very busy all Deirdre . started to her feet as the day so that the time would not seem sound broke the stillness. It wakened long till Conal returned. him too. He stared stupidly about him Steve with his questions made a with sleep -dazed eyes. little current of joyous excitement. "What's that?" he asked. "Inas Ordinarily the days were very still Conal come yet?" and empty. She swept and dusted, "No," she said, picking up the pipe. cooked their food, washed the dishes "Perhaps you'd better not wait up for and sewed, with latterly only anxious - him•" thoughts to occupy her mind. "Yes! Yes!" he stuttered testily. "How is he lookin'—Conal?" Steve "Of course I'll wait." asked, coming to the door when she He sank back into his chair and was beating cream into butter in a presently was sleeping again. delf bowl. He had come in as the idea Deirdre went back to the table and for a new question occurred to him. sat there staring before her, listening "Oh, well," she said, "but he'd been fixedly. Hour after hour went by. riding hard and was tired out. I A quick breath crossed her lips; think he's a bit thinner than he used she ran to the door and threw it open. to be, and he was awfully hungry." A gust of wind rushed into the room brought th and of a horse on ?iawonder lataateflowersare so mender. They cue co easily and with west; little"pisshr. }Matadi+/and"Workmoaship G"oron/chef` AT WSWNARowARe SCORE nd it "You gave him a drop of grog?" he the road. She slammed the door and asked, anxiously. Deirdre nodded. went back to the hearth, raked the "He was wet through. I thought he'd have his death of cold to -day." "But he was all right this morn- ing?" "Oh, yes." "Where did he come from?" She shook her head. "Hadn't you better finish laying down the ferns," she said. "He may be back sooner than we think—and then you'll want to talk to him." "Oh, yes!" He shuffled out of doors again. A moment later he put bis head in. e the window. His shabby, drooping SIMPLE DESIGN FOR CENTRE - hat was outlined against the blankk of embers and pulled hearth, the log so tight enough." that it fell with a shower of sparks and the flames leapt up over the new (To be continued.) wood She moved the pots with Con - ars dinner in them nearer the fire, Mtnard's Liniment for Corns and Warts !. About the Nouse sunshine. His face looked in at her PIECE. under the shadow of his hat, bright Buttonhole around the linen centre with a question. with No. 20 white cotton thread. Then "What did he go to the Wirree for, crochet the lace on with crochet _cot. Deirdre?" ti "Ohl" She hesitated. "He wanted ton No. 50 to see MoNab." "Why?" Steve chewed` the cud of a wonder- ing thought. "Why did he want to see MeNab, Deirdre?" "He'll tell you when he comes," she said. The bare kitchen had the musky, warm smell of newly -baked bread and of curdy, ,sweet buttermilk by .the afternoon. Deirdre had made bread and new butter for Conal. She had prepared a good meal for him when he came home in the evening. After she had scrubbed the wooden table rlintil it was of a weathered whiteness, and redded the bricks round the hearth, she looked about for other household tasks to work at sothat the day would seem shorter. It was late in the afternoon when she brushed her hair, twisted it up anew, put on a fresh frock, and sat down to sew. until Conal came. Stave went out to the road every now and then to see if there were any signs of hint. Deirdre glanced at the shadows the trees cast. She dared not expect Conal before sunset. Her needle fiew in and out of a piece of stiff unbleach- ed linen Mrs. Cameron had given her some time ago. She thought of hey when she was afraid to think of Conal and what was happening in Wirreeford. The sun sank behind the distant line of hills, and the jackasses on the high branches of a tree by the road laughed their good -night to the sun. She could not restrain her impatience'eeny long- er, and went to the road. Her eyes strained to see Conal and hisbay horse, forging out of thegloom that was beginning to gather amongst the trees, hanging mysterious, impalpable veils across the ends of the track. where the trees met over it, and it dwindled into a wavering thread. She lay down by the roadside, and premed her ear to the earth to listen for the sound of hoof. -beats, but only the forest murmurs came to her, the moan of the wind in the valleys, the leafy murmur of the trees, the creak- ing of broken and swaying branches, the faint calling of birds, all..confused and mingled in a vagne wave of sound. The last hoot of the jackasses in the misty depths of the hills drifted across the quiet evening air. The cows had gathered against the pad- dock fence and were lowing plaintive- ly for the evening milking. Deirdre drove them into the yard and milked. When she had taken the pails indoors, she went again to the road, gazed down into the darkness that had now gathered over the track, and listened for the rapid beat of hoofs on the road. A lif li ht i theh t Ai'Atete S ART PL•ANT..BROCKVILLE. o74T. First Row—Making 1 tr under stitch of the buttonholing; 2 ch, 1 tr under next ,stitch. Repeat to end of sound, and'join to first tr. Second' Row—Dc 1 in next 2 ch, 3 ch; 4 tr in same hole, * 2 eh; 1 tr in each of next five holes with 2 ch be- tween each; 2 eh, 5 tr in next hoie. Repeat from * to end.of next hole, and Third' Row—Make 4 sl st on the 4 tr at the beginning of the last row; 1 de in the next hole, 3•ch; 4 tr in sane hole (this occurs at the begin- ner?'of the next seven rows, so will be described as 5 tr to save space); c ch, 1 tr in each of the next lour holes with 2 eh between each; 2 ch, 5 tr in next hole; 2 ch, 5 tr in next hole. Repeat from_* to end of row and join. Fourth Row—* tr 5 in next hole 2 eh; I tr in second hole from tr just made, 2 cb; 6 tr in second hole from' tr just made, 5 ch; 1 long tr ie hole tetween the two greups of tr, 6 eh, Repeat from * and join. Fifth Row—* tr in next hole, 2 ch; 5 tr in next hole, 5 ch; 1 do under 'next 5 ch, 1 do on the long tr;,1 do in next hole, 5 ch. Repeat tom * and join. Sixth Row—Tr. 5, * 8 ch; 5 dc, one before, three on and .one after the three do of last row, 8''ch, 5 tr in next hole. Repeat from * and join. Seventh Row—* tr 5 in next hole of 8 eh in last row, 5 ch;3 do in centre of the 5 dc, 5 ch; 6 tr in'next hole of 8 ch, 4 eh. Repeat from * and join. Eighth Row—* 6 tr, 3 eh;.1 long tr on second dc, 3 ch; 5 tr in next hole, 3 ch; 2 long tr, 1 ch; 2 long tr, '4 ch; 2 long•tr, 1 ch; '2 long tr all under the next 4 ch, 8 ch. Repeat from * and join. Ninth Row—* 5 tr in next hole, 2 ch; .6 tr in next hole, 2 eh; 2 long trng in first hole of 1 ch, 1 ch; 2 loto in'next hole, 1 ch; 2 long tr, 1 ch; 2 1long tr all in middle hole of 1 ch, 1 Ch2 • long tr in next hole, 2 ch. Re, KM oise n e'; g 9 an 3' !peat from * and join. I WANTED 1 of health and competence! She felt very sure that no man in his senses would hesitate in choosing between the two in a matter of promotion. A weep: later, whena vacancy oc- curred, Mr. Rudolph did not hesitate. He chose Martha. Then he called Meta to his office and told her why. "You do good work, Miss Carrick, he said. "But we value very^ highly a quality called loyalty. To boast con- stantly, of.. opportunities elsewhere seemed to us a bit inconsistent with that feeling. I am telling you this because you have so much ability that it seems a pity you should miss op- portunities becauee,of a thing so easily remedied." Meta came from the interview with high color and angry eyes. "Resign?" she cried in answer to Myrtle Bright's question. "You bet I resigned! Any- body who would . choose Martha Erskine!" ti Idinerd's Liniment for Coughs & Colds A Doubtful Compliment. Gushing Lady—"Major, do you re- member the time you proposed to ese and I refuted you?" Gallant Major—"Madam, it is one moment in my life :that. I remember with the greatest pleasure." Tenth Row --00 5 tr between the two groups of tr, 1 ch; 2 long tr in the first hole of 1 eh, 1 ch; 2 long tr in next hole, 1 ch; 2 long tr, 1 ch; 2 long tr, 4 ch;: 2 long tr, 1 ch; 2 long tr in middle hole,' 1 eh; 2 long tr in next hole, 1 ch; 2 long tr in next hole, 1 ch. Repeat from * and join. Eleventh Row—Sl st on the first tr, 1' de on the 3rd tr, 4 ch; * 2 long tr in first between 1 tr, 1 ch; 2 long tr in' 2d hole, 1 ch; 2 long tr in 3d hole, 1 ch; 2 long tr, 1 eh; 2 long tr, 1 ch; 2 long tr in middle hole, 1 ch; 2 long tr in 1st, 2d and 3d' holes of 1 ch; I long tr in 3d tr of the group. Repeat from * and join to the 4 ch at begin- ning of the row: Twelfth Row—* 5 ch and 1 de in every hole. In the previous row there is a 1 tr between the points, and the de must come on the 1 tr, so there will be t0 holes of 5 ch. Repeat from * and join. Thirteenth Row—SI st on the first 2 st of previous row; 1 do under the 5 ch ; * ch, 1 de into each loop around the point; at the tenth hole of last row after 6 ch insert the hook in the 10th hole and first hole of next point, and de, which will make 9 holes around the point, Repeat from * and join. - Fourteenth Row—Like the 13th ex- cept that you make 8 ch instead of. 6 ch, and insert the' hook in the 9th. row Young ladies to take a Three, Yearn' General Nursing Course 1n the Ontario Hospital, 999 Queen Street West. Toronto. $28.00 a month with board; uniiornn, and laundry, for the ,first year, with tnerease each year after- wards. Applicants must be healthy, and under 30 years of age. Apply to Medical Superintendent, Ontario Hos- pital Toronto. an Fifteenth Row -10 ch instead of 8 ch between de, Sixteenth Row -12 ch between each dc. Seventeenth 'Row -14 ch between each de. - Eighteenth Row -15 eh between each dc. A Li}ebuoy bath Cool, fresh, rested skin tit ling with health and comfort Feeling cleaner than yon ever felt'before- 'Beoaus0of the big, creamy I,atber of Lifebuoy. Lbtta Tact. "You wish Co marry my daughter?" slie asked. I•Ie was. a diplomat. • "Not so' much that, madam. " The keystone of my ambition is to, be able, to point to you one day as. my mother- iii -law?' LOST, A PROMOTION. Meta Carrick hung up her jaunty - hat and fur coat and reveled a now, gown' with the. latest style girdle.. But' oddly enough sho was pot thinking of. the new gown; she responded absently when Myrtle Bright spoke of it. "Yes," she said, „"it is good-looking, isn't it? Miss. Reed in Macicenzie's gave me the tip. It's a sample—not on sale yet. Say) girls, I had, a that with Rudolph." Martha Erskine's face did not change. Yet Meta knew that Martha. disliked hearing anyone speak of a man without using the title Mister. Somehow Martha'irritated her, though Mete never had 'taken the trouble to decide just why, Now, looking.stralght at Martha, she repeated her state - meet. - "Yes, sir," she continued. "Wasn't it luck?' 1 stet Rudolph on the stairs, and he called enc into the office to ask . somethiing abort the vouchers in the Dunlap contract. I Wilf not bum Most people prefer it, because it is easy to digest, and delicious, with a full, juicy, fruit flavor. It is easy to ipake tasty desserts with McLAR- EN'S INVINCIBLE Jelly, Powder. Sixteen Different Flavors One package serves eight people. At all Grocers Insist on McLAREN'S INVINCIBLE JELLY POWDER Made by MCLAB)]NS LIMITED, Hamilton and Winnipeg. s •vsa®rK,ua: They ) o a litmartd Calories in About 9* T` AT a box of little raisins when E.r` you feel hungry, lazy, tired or faint. In about 9% seconds a hundred calories or more of energizing nutri- ment will put you on your toes again. For Little Sun -Maids arc �75°fa' fruit sugar in practically predigested, form-levulose, the scientists call it. And levulose is real body fuel. Needing practically no digestion, it gets to work and revives you quick. Full of energy, and iron—both good and good for you. Just try a box. ittle mit ..,. ..,.. "Between -Meal" Raisins 5c ]Everywhere - Had Your Iron Today? i, RA FIFE IN WEST OF TODAY THE RAPID IA.SSING OF PIONEER CONDITIONS. Conveniences and Cotiaforts Now a Part of the Rural Life of Canadian West. Voir interesting statistics indicative of the progressive change which has come- over the conditions surrounding the Western' Canadian faun, especially asthey apply to the farmer's wife and her work, 'were given at the annual convention of the hutted Farm WO - men of Manitoba. The figures in strik- ing Member illustrate the rapid passing) of pioneer conditions in Western Cana - de, especially in those phases of the Ilte Which peculiarly affect the wife of the tiller of the soil, making ter lot easier and more contented one. They incidentally prove that the era when men came to, Western Canada belt Solely on getting as much as they could fron} the land in the shortest' possible time, has passed, and that. with the sinking-. of deep ,and pet` manent :roots the Western Canadian provinces have become an area of prosperous, comfortable and contented homes. The sin-vey in question covered a tptai of 807 typical farms in the Pro- vince of Manitoba, eighty-five per cent. of which ran from three•quarters of a section to a quarter section and thir- teen per cent. of which ware from one section to two and a half sections, in eighty-eight per cent. of the cases the occupants of the farms and homes were complete owners. The average borne was found to consist of seven rooms and to contain a family of from three to four children. Whilst 87 of the homes haul baths and one-third of the total were heated with furnaces, eighty per cent. of the farms posssss- td . automobiles. Only forty -Dight homes'were found to be without music of some kind, whilst from one to seven- teen magazines and papers were taken in alt. Pioneering Conditions, Disappearing.. These brief statistics give a rough indication of the manner in which pioneering conditions, are disappearing in what cannot yet be otherwise des- cribed than as a new land. The pro- motion of agriculture as the first In- dustry of Canada's Western provinces never wanes as a prime consideration, and this is not limited to the produc- tion of better crops and enhanced pro- duction. There are other factors as important as the development of new seeds and machinery. A requisite for successful agriculture is a contented helpmate for the farmer, and eon. tenuous endeavors are being made in the direction of lightening the burden of the farmer's wife and expanding the conveniences and comforts of the rural life Of the West. Vastly differentconditions surround the life of the Western farm wife of today from those which prevailed a few years ago, and in tew respects brie the woman Dai the farm cause to envy her city sister. In a large mea- sure the advent of the cheap automo- bills has revoiiitlonized farm life and added to its pleasures as well as di- minishing its labors. There are few farm homes not now linked by the ad- mirable telephone service whioh mesh- es the Western provinces.- Schools dot the country et convenient inter, vale, with each province, fTOm the needs of new settlement, organizing about one hundred new school die- tricta every year. The provincial gov ernments make an adequate 'distribu- tion. of books, and motion picture films* throughout the country districts. Rur- al health nursing has long been intro- duced and municipal hospitals widely established. The Better Leg. Lord Anglesey, who lost a leg et Waterloo, became --so e. literary friend recorded seven years later --"a model for the nice conduct of a wooden lege'. It was within an inch of running through Walter Scott's portrait, wedah happened -this was at the exhibition —to be leaning against the wall while a heavier nail was being found for it; but tee agile hero by a skillful side- long manoeuvre at the lest instant bowed himself out of the way. Not long after the battle„as a recent writer relates, Lord Anglesey, who then was Lord Lieutenant of Ireland, visited Baliynaiiiinch Castle in Conne- mare. During the last part of the long rough ride that brought him to tris eagle he was accompanied by Mick ilurke,: a retainer of the Martins of etallynahincil. 'Mick walked' beside Lord Anglesey's .horse, and tine rider 1;eil intojoottlar tonversation with hi m and presently naked him gayly whish of his legs- he liked better. Ullok had notived that one leg was artificial, but he pretended teat he had not noticed and answered casually that "one leg was as good as another; there was no difference In life.” Lord Anglesey, delighted at the .testimony to his sac- cess in wearing .hie new limb, explain- ed that it was artificial"and told how he had lost the real one in beetle...,A.t the end of the story'Bllck said, gently toucliinvg the cork .leg, that there wee a "differ" after all. "Sure, Yoln• Lord - Whip, this 1s the more honorable." Bank of England notes '.aro never issued .a.second tune. Greet 'muds are the lighthouses of 111000111 by.