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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Seaforth News, 1923-05-24, Page 6• :on . c The Consumer's Confidence in Is the Keynote of Our Success start proceedings to take out some of !' the stumps on the upper flat.. Look 'em over and see how much powder they'll take." Then he swung away with the rest, and the lumberjack felt bis earsrow hot. This was apoiated insult, The stumps were in no one's way. And he had •tacitly been taken from his job. Hewanted to do the thing with as little stir as possible -- just be gone in the morning. So he i. went on and made a pretense of look- ing at the great stumps scattered on the upper flat while his senses seemed dulled by his tragedy. .And presently he looked up and saw Rose, a 'charm-' ing figure in her gay garments, corn - B8911 ing up the slope. yar "Whyder?", Chad," she said, . confneed, "I thought you were behind the The confession of his removal was the last bitter drop, but he made it. doggedly. sonI pwas," he said quietly; "but Car- put me here." "What for?" "Nothing," said Harkness, and to save his life he could not help the bitterness that crept into his voice. But, high, on the crest, Carson knew. He stood at .the trail's mouth with his hands in hie sweater pockets and Looked far down at the flat where the tiny figures stood out beside the trail and knew why he had asked Rose to come on the work that after. noon, had taken her man from the -1 real activity. An She C 11ed Him. The Lumpo9' ABY VIRGIE E. ROE. PART Ih To Chad, Rose turned a new side. She met him with a coquette's smiles, the luring flash of eyes that went to his head like wine. With a consum- mate guile she drew him to her until he was helpless in his blind adoration, and neither man knew, ever knew, that what lie got was meant for the other, for that was the mystery of woman, and it has bewildered men since vain and headstrong Eve went doggedly from the garden at Adam's side and stuck by him to life's end. How could a man understand these complex creatures? So by her coldness Carson was lur- ed to desire, and by her light and warmth Harkness. was bound in ever- lasting. fetters, when she felt in the former a new tingling interest and to the latter the old repugnance made sharper by contrast. Then Rose took to wandering a bit about the hills, clad in a bright sweat- er and short skirt she had got through the catalogues. Not that she was evil, mind you, for she was not. But rom- ance had her by the throat, and she was delighted with its grasp. It was not long before Carson noted these artless pilgrimages and thought a lot. And Ire was bold as a lion, full of self-confidence. So on a day when high white clouds sailed in a sky of blue and all the slopes were green as emerald, he, too, struck. away from camp, though in a different direction, and carie upon the woman an hour later as she rested on a fallen log, her red cap in her lap and her fair fluff standing out a million ways from her little head. "After a month!" said Carson bold- ly, "a whole month of endeavor!" "Yes?" said Rose, "and now what?" She was as cold as a north wind, as impersonal. Carson dropped on the log and shut her hand in a grip of iron. "What do you suppose? That red mouth of yours, that has blurred my vision every time I've seen it. This little head that has kept me sleepless many a night; The one for my lips, the other for my' shoulder. I am wee with hunger for you! Don't you know me yet? Have you forgotten our firs meeting? One look from your col eyes made me take you then, even the risk of along -odds scrap.` Wha do you think will stop me now?" And he gathered her into his arm with a sweeping force that would n be denied. When it seemed he meant to forg her lips he drew down nearer . an nearer, smiling, holding her close, hi slow' repression admirable, the tensio e It was for the subtle psychology o disparagement. Harkness moonin t among the stumps—himself the hea d and front of the work above. He kne at his little vain Rose, had decided t t finish her with the big sinp. Yes, Harkness down and out an e Rose would turn before long. H of would offer her a trip to Portland an do a long, gray. racing car—the nlc • squealed, bringing up the backing log d He visioned her in gray furs—mouf f• ion or silver squirrel: with a touch o n old rose somewhere, and her gra f a' �v d e d ey f _ eyes shining beneath the golden fiufl e The thought was entrancing, and hi iision, set on the gay figure of th woman far below, grew introspective Yes, he believed he'd marry her whe had divorced Harkness -,-and sad _ denly the donkey coughed and strain t- ed, the cable tautened, the back: on nosed the butt of the head log, already near the toppling point, and pushed it forward. No one had noticed the boss' fatal nearness to the header until that mo- ment As they turned to watch the f drop, always of interest, they yelle in unison, but it was too late.. e Carson, feeling the urge of the ton y beside him, moved; his foot caught h t that small loose root, his other on slipped and tossed him sidewise to straight across the log. He fell on his a back, with his threshing arms out- : spread, and all the horror in the s world pressed down upon him as he felt the monster tip. It rolled him ever on his stomach, and witb Uie des- perate instinct of self-preservation hie clawing fingers dug into the hark ' and held. With one slow heave the great log slanted into the built trail, shivered, and was away with the man in the bright sweater prone aeros it. i' Down on the flat below Rose was watching " the start, her guilty eyes by anywhere but on Chad's, but Chad i was watching her with piteous hull- ' in his haggard face. And Bud- denly he saw the pretty mouth fall open, the gray eyes bulge with a slow and unbelieving horror,' saw the rose !pink literally drain from her cheeps, for the woman had- recognized the crimson splotch on the sinister thing ' that was snonting down the first slope. He flung around and gta.need up. IChad Harkness had spent his life, ap- prc dmately, in the man-size labor of the lumber camps. Mind and sight and instinct were lightning quick. In that one instant he gathered the whole tragic circumstance, clear as an eteh- t ing. He Icne•N that the log was a big one and rode fairly steady. Ile knew that the man upon it had a chance— ! a fighting chance—to cling to its deep corrugated bark. He knew that it would slow a bit as it struck and glided across the flat where he stood; that its last plunge over and down would be at sickening speed. He tore off his mackinaw,, knocked the cap from his head, set his legs apart and crouched, elbows crooked, fingers spread. As the flying log thundered down upon them the muscles under his blue shirt rose in ridges, his legs worked up and down like springs, and as it passed he leaped for it, high, with his feet spread wide. It was a desperate feat, something no man.in the lumber country had ever done before, but love was behind it and utter indifference. to the life beyond. And he landed like a eat, astride the log, close in front of the uncon- scious figure of'the foreman, his back to the head end. He had barely"time to fling himself face down across Car- son and dig his fingers into the deep. bark with a death grip, when the log tipped over the edge and started' on the last lap of its journey, After that he had no clear concep- tion of that monstrous ride. He only knew that the slopes shot upward be- side him, that his fingers.' bit the bark to the raw, that all the pressure in the world seemed: . tearing his legs from their hold, and that above all else he was pressing down on Carson's sliding body. The vast roar sank to peace. A great hush held him and all the world. And Carson's inanimate body: was still pressed under him, its booted feet hanging within ten inches of the trail's edge! Then. as he rolled stiffly from his place, there came on the thin air the wild, high keening of a woman's, screams, end he looked up to see the littlebrioht figure of Rose flying down beside the trail, its pigmy arms stretched high above it in an abandon of anguish, its bright hair shining afar in the light. "Give me a hand, boys," he said of expectancy mounting until the wo man cried out and hid her lac against him. But he raised it agair with that iron hand—and kissed her When he lifted his face he was smil 1 ing—but Rose was completely con quered trembling, flushed, half weep. ing. He loosed. her, picked up her 1i tle yarn cap, and pulled it gently - her head. "Go home," he said, "my darling— for that's what you are from this day. I think I'll have you yet from Hark - flees. ' At least, I'll see." From that day Rose lost her grip o the situation. It was no longer hers but Carson's. Like many a woma before her, she had loosed blindl great forces and found herself swep away by the flood. And Harkness was beginning watch. The coquette's gayety th t had marked Roses behaviour a month ago and had so piteously ensnared hi heart and soul was dead as a quench ed light. The girl had lost'- her subtlety. He was still in, this bewildered state when Carson decided suddenly that he did want Rose—was ready for the open break. The, foreman went about it with the bold dash and verve which had characterized all his life. He' began to make open love for her for all to see. Rose was frightened b this time -to the foundations of her nature, but she was also far lost in the excitement of the game. "My God, Harkness," said Smith, the hook tender, "why don't you do something?" But Chad looked down and fiddled with his cap. He knew that with the coming of Carson the desperate drear- iness had gone from Rose's eyes, that she had begun to live again. A" Pretty Summer Style; s A blue foulard with a white coin e spot makes this pretty edeeveless ` frock. Note the eimplicity of the e' lines, and the drooping side panels. _ The model's hair is dressed in the last er word in tho Egyptian mode. dully. "We must show her he ain't Harkness stood up and -watched her come. God!" he said aloud, unconsciously, d "How she can love!" Fleet as a deer, unconsciously e graceful in her abandon, the wbman ▪ ran on. She neared the group, and • her wide eyes were staring, the rain of tears blurring their vision. "Chad!" she screamed. "Chad! Chad! Ch, Chad;" And without a .look at Carson, be- ginning to stir on the. rough couch tvliich had so nearly been his bier, she leaped toward Harkness and flung herself on his breast.` Her wild arms went round his neck, her eyes strained on his face with the unbelieving won- der of him who has looked upon the !dead and see.' it live. "I didn't know," she panted. "1 didn't know! Not until I saw you go rom me into death itself; Oh, Chad! Jan you forgive ire? Will you ever forgive me?" She was whimpering like a child, clinging to him, piercing his face with her tear blurred eyes. "Please, please, Ohad ! Give me one more chance to love you!" - Stupidly, Harkness stared at her. For a long time he stood inert, un- responsive, a veritable lump, while he strove desperately ''to understand. Then a slow smile began to break round his lips, a light to shine in his haggard face and he took her wrists , and held them. "Are you sure, Honey?"` he asked. "Sure?" "Dead sure," whimpered_ Rose. "What about him?" and he jerked his head toward the foreman, sitting , up in bewildered silence. "Nothing," she answered; "nothing in this world! Is"he-alive?" And with a look like nothing so much as a conquering king's, the lumberjack folded his wife to his heart. (The End.) The next day was bright and clear, with high clouds again and a thin gold sunlight sweping down the ram damp slopes, Chad went out with the crew, as usual, for ho wanted to finish up this week. As he climbed the moun- tain beside the familiar trail where the sinister cable lay his heart was sick, sick. The trail, a deep and narrow groove in the mountain's breast, lined with logs which shone white with the - burning friction of those which came shooting down, went steeply up from the hill's foot.where the rollway lay beside the river, bent over the shelf of the little fiat that cut the slope,{ crossed this, and went sharply up to the crest. Here there was a broad tableland covered with yellow pine, line as one could wish—great treee two hundred feet ta1l and six and B feet through. On the edge of the crest the yard- ing donkey stood,precariously, p iousl an - On Y, I hared to its standing pines, a fussy,! creaming little giant of an engine hat had pulled its own self up the lope by cables. Here it reached back with these same cables and, picking up the trimmed logs, one by one, rought them to the edge and the rail's mouth. When one brown mon- s a and give your stomachs a lift. Provides "Eine bit od sweet" in beneficial form. i e l Helps to cteaaase s Eine teeter and keep t tiaean beaithy. D35, ter lay ready the choker was removed nd set to another behind, the engine creamed, pulled and the log behind tithed the one at the edge into the rail, out till it toppled, tipped, settled nto the huge groove and started.' From that moment the brown log eased to seem a logand became some- hing alive, shooting down the first incline, faintly hazed with the bine smoke of its own friction, slowing as it struck the little fiat but sailing on across, tipping over the second crest with its own momentum, and, finally, shooting swiftly down to the flat above the rollway and the river, where it slowed and stopped majestically, to be picked up by the cable of the lower donkey again and pulled' on to the .rollway which sent it gently to the waiting water. To -day Chad stopped at the moun- ,tain's foot'and watched the cable trembling in the trail as the engineer :tested his spools. Perhaps the thing. ;might break and send liim-into 'etern- ity if he stood long enough beside it —he had seen the like. But:he was a I faller, and his work lay. far from the 'cables. As he stood thinking dully a groan of men went by, the pigging slingers, and in their midst was Carson.: The boss wore a brilliant crimson .sweater , peer his flannel: shirt, and he was handsome with his clear skin ancl'his: long, blue eyes; Ile stopped and spoke to Chad. "Harkness," he said, "I wish you'd' EC gold shine. d ow b shoes Joky? r 111111111t111111111111011111 .1 10 t _ Y9S MATCH The/eating hotels, clas restau71ntS,lQ'II.r ac/e grzdsteamships use EDGY Matches becartsea their efl ciencyandeconomy ALWAYS ASK POR THEM sY NAME a' Imminumaziti ISSUE No. 21—'23. OO SUPPL ES Price List nailed on request. Gibson 'Radio Supply Toronto's Largest Radio Store. 104 King St. W. Toronto, Ont. ie Like Some Other Art. "She's as pretty, as a picture." "Can't agree with' you in that—but she has a fine frame." Mlnard's Liniment for Coughs Colds Words Unneoessary.,, "Is the base in?" asked the visitor,: "The office boy, with his .ehair tilt. ed back and his'legs stretched out on a desk, made no reply. "I asked if the boss was in," said the visitor. The office boy glanced at hint, but remained silent. "Didn't you hear me?" snapped the visitor, " Of course I heard you," answered the boy, scornfully, "Then why the dickens didn't you tell me if the boss's in?" • "Now, I ask you," retorted the boy, as he crossed his legs on tine desk,. "does it lock like it?", Up In the Air. Mrs. Newlywed—"Oh, Jack, you left the kitchen door open, and the draught has shut mycookery book so that now I haven't the faintest idea what It is I'm cooking." Just to wash your face and hands in Lifebuoy is to be refreshed. The big creamy lather of Lifebuoy thoroughly cleans your skill. The daily use of Lifebuoy is the silihple sure way to skin' health.. 1, out t TILE SIIVER WEDDING. Twenty or forty or sixty years old. It comes to the same when the talo is is all told! Her eyes are the brightest, Her kisses most sweet, F(er touch is the lightest, Her waist the most neat— Twenty or forty or , sixty years old, It comes to the, same when thetale is all told! Eyes blue or hazel, coy, winsome, or bold, It comes to the same when the tale is all told! She likes pretty dresses, She likes to be shy, She likes your caresses When no one is by— Twenty or forty or sixty years old, It comes to the same when the tale is all told! Hair brown or silver, black, auburn, or gold, It comes to the same when the tale is all told! Her love is your treasure, Her beauty your pride, Her will is your pleasure, Her judgment your guide— Twenty or forty or sixty years old, It comes to the same When the tale is all told! CANNING AND PRESERVING. GOOSEBERRY CONSERVE requires four pintsof gooseberries, three pints of sugar, one cupful of seeded . raisins: and one orange. Malce a heavy syrup. of the sugar and a little water, cook- ing until the syrup will spin a thread; add the gooseberries, raisins, the pulp and juice of the' orange' and: the skin, finely chopped. Cook until thick, pour into hot glasses and seal. CHERRYAND GOOSEBERRYPRESERVES: Use equal quantities of cheerios (which have been pitted) and goose- berries and to each pound of fruit use three-quarters of a pound of sugar. Make a thick syrup by adding a small quantity of water to the sugar, cook the gooseberries in :the syrup until they are clear, then `add the cherries and cook twenty minutes longer.. CHERRY - CONSERVE : ie made' of the red tour cherries thus: Cook three and one-half pounds of cherries (pit- ted) for fifteen minutes, then add two and one-half pounds of sugar, which has been heated in the .oven, one-' quarter pound of aeeded raisins, and the juice and pulp of three orongos. Cools until the mixture is as thick as marmalade, pour into glasses and seal. I ASPARAGUS should be canned as soon� as poseiblo after gathering. If allow- ed to stand for more than a few Lours after being cut, the 'delicate flavor is destroyed and it is more difficult to keep. The stalks should he cleaned and any hard portions remover!". They may be canned whole or cut into half- inch pieces, depending upon the form in which the vegetable is to be server],. Blanche the prepared asparagus ini boiling water for three of four min- utes, cold dip, then pack in jars, cover with water, and add one teaspoonful of salt to each quart jar. Then adjust; covers loosely, place in a water. -bath' and boil two .hours or in a steam pres- sure cooker (ten pounds pressure) for one-half hour, Remove and tighten the covers while they are het. e House J WEIEN RHUBARB IS CANNED by the cold -water process, the success of this method, it is claimed, depends` not alone upon careful work in canning, but in the storage. The jars should, be wrapped in paper in order to keep out the light, then placed on shelves in a dark, cool place and left undisturb- ed until used. The cold -water pro- cess of canning rhubarb consists in filling sterilized cans with the fresh fruit, cut in cubes, then pouring in fresh, cold Water until every particle of air'` is excluded. The cans may then be sealed. For the filling pro- cess some housewives set the cans under the faucet, allowing the water to run in until its own weight expels all air bubbles, while others prefer h plunge the can in a pail of water for a short time. Whichever method is used, every crevice should be filled with water, with no room for the tiniest air -bubble. TO PRESERVE STRAWBERRIES, make a syrup of one-quarter of water and seven pounds of edger and cook in an open kettle until a candy thermometer registers 266 deg. F. Add eight pounds of berries (washed and stem- med) and cook slowly, just at the boiling point. Stop the cooking when the thermometer registers 210 deg, pour into shallow pans to cool and. skim while cooling. When cold pack into jars and allow to stand unsealed, but covered with a cloth, for four. days. Put rubber and lid in position, not tight. If using a hot-water bath outfit, sterilize twenty minutes; if us- ing a water -seal outfit, or a five pound steam -pressure outfit, or a pressure -cooker outfit, sterilize for fifteen minutes. Remove jars, tighten covers, invert to cool 'and.. test for. leaks. Wrap jars with paper to pre- vent bleaching and store in h cool, dark place. Minard's Liniment for Corns and Warts • YOUR. WINTER FURS. If you have only one or two pieces of fur to pack away, and have no provision for taking care of these, get a clean pasteboard suit box. You can get one of these in a good heavy qual- ity at a store 01: a tailoring establish- ment for five or ten cents. Clean your furs. Lay into the box; sprinkle with powdered tobacco, Put the cover on the box and paste a strip of paper tightly over the opening. This will prevent any wandering insect crawl- ing up under, and feeding on your valuables; When yeti want eto use the articles' in the fall, all you have to do is to break the seal, drake out the furs, hang then' in the open air for: a little while, and they are ready for use. fSIB SHE Flowering a n d Decorative Shrubs, Boxwoods, Ever- greens, Climbing Vines, etc. All -imported stock. Write for Catalogue f ► C�9 G k '`� C 1150 Bay Street • Toronto 11 A TALE OF TWINS y Cynthia and :Rachel were twins. These were not the names their motihF er would have chosen for them, ,but unfortunately, before' they were chris- tened, their,rioh aunteopressed a<wisth that the children sliou±0 be named af- ter her — one. Cynthia; the other Rachel—!n consideration of which' she would leave her money to them. The mother thought It expedient to do as requested. ,The twine were exactly alike, and bad it not been for the fact that CYn- ihla remembered, that her name was not Rachel, and vice versa, it is probe: able that outsideree would have been quite unable to distinguish one from the other, Now, Rachel was the nicer girl. con- sequently she had a steady flow of ad- mirers. When she reached twenty, she had received three proposals and had accepted a fourth. Assisted by Her Sister. It had always been the sitters' wish to be wed on the same day, butthougfa Cynthia had plenty of young • men friends, she had not received an offer of marriage. The `'twins usually spent their holi- days together, but one summer, as their mother was "run down," it was decided that Rachel should accompany her to the seaside, :while Cynthia re• mained at home. Rachel and "dyer mother decided to stay at a boarding-house on the sea front. Rachel soon made friends with another guest, a pleasant -looking young fellow. They child not meet at meal times, as Mrs. 111— had taken a private,room; but in the afternoons Rachel was free, and she and Tom used to go forwalks together. Soon he was "head over ears" .inlove. "What is your Christian name?" he asked on one occasion. "I know it be- gins. with '0,' because I saw it on your box.,, Rachel had brought Cynthia's box, her own being out of repair. "Yes," she said, without a blush. "My name is Cynthia." "What a lovely name! he murmur- ed. From the beginning, Rachel had In- tended to land this youug man for Cynthia, but before the holiday was over the young man proposed to her. Rachel, who had taken the precau- tion to move her engagement ring to another finger, said she could not ac- cept him until he had seen the family. She woeld like to know him at least six months longer before she decided. Women Can Keep Secrets. Arriving home, Rachel told her sis- ter about her adventure, Cynthia warmed up to the idea, and on the day that Tom arrived she it was who met him at the station. Rachel went out for the day. The following summer Cyhthia and Tom spent many delightful clays to- gether, "Have you met my twin sister, Rachel?" Cynthia asked, one day. "No; I have net had the pleasure. 1 hear she is like you," he replied. "Exactly; in fact, people cannot tell us apart." "I could,' he replied, confidently. "I could tell yott if there were forty like you:' "Don't : be extravagant," she replied. That evening Tom was introduced t0• Rachel, who had altered the style of her hair by having it bobbed; but even then the resemblance was remarkable., Rachel rarely At first she gave, hum a blank stare and appeared shy and nervous.. Tom was completely de- ceived, Thefollowing year the twins were married on the sane day, and Tonin never knew be had courted both the sisters. Yet there are still men who. think that wothen cannot keep,a see- ret; Moonlight. What time the meanest brick and stone Take on a beauty not their owu, And past the flaw of builded wood Shines the Intention whole and good, And all the little hones of man Rise to a dimmer, nobler span; When ooIor's absence gives escape To the deeper spirit of the shape. --Then do the clouds like silver flags Stream out above the tattered crags, And black and silver all the coast Marshals its hunched and rocky host, Ana headlands striding somberly Buttress the land against the sea, —The darkened land, the'' brightening wave— And moonlight slants through Merlin's CATS. —V. Saclrv111e-3Nest,• Accidents Will Happen. • A country minister was driving a spirited horse through a village when he overtook the localdoctor and ofi fered him a lift, Ton iiiau!:ee later the horse bolted, upset the carriage, and; spilled - both men, The doctor rose to his feet and felt himself over; to gee whether he was injured, Then he turned angrily towarcie'the clergyman, "What do you mean by inviting ma. to rldo behind such' ann animal?" "Well," replied the mfnlster, mildly, "it was lucky that this time there were no banes broken, But I always like to have a doctor with mo When I:drive that burse," Onr doubts are traitos•s And make us lose the good wo oft, might win • 13y fearing to attwmpt, —Shakespeare., 1'