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The Seaforth News, 1926-06-24, Page 2Iffeage TORONTO OFFERS BEST MARKET FOR Poultry, Butter, Eggs we Offer Toronto's Best Prices. LINES, LIMITED St. Lawrence Market Toronto 2 It Will Delig1►t s ��1�..1� • TS1 Perfectly balanced -superb it fl.tl votr. „Trees ...eselealese,Weeeseesee sesereese... 3s, IN A LEGATEE'S SHOES the door, but 1 shan't lock you in. I'll go up, but I promise you she shan't sign.' "Promise," she said, weakly. F nod- ded, closed the door, and returned to the dining -room. IIL. The doctor paused: "Well, good night, Doctor," said my host. BEGIN HERE TO -DAY. A novelist seeks nocturnal adventure and walks up Viking Square where he sees an elderly English pariormaid standing on the steps of n house. When the maid sees him she jumps down the steps and with piteous ap- peal in her eyes cries: "Oh, Mr, Char- lie, you've come at lost." The novelist allows himself to be led into the house in which he finds costly furnishings. "I'm afraid there's no chance." An elderly man in evening dress"Not much," said the doctor, "but comes toward him and greets him as i "Charlie." Ile gets the impression I 11, be round at eight o'clock. After that both the man and the maid know all, nature can do more than medi- he is not their man. The elderly man cine." He went out, andthe elderly informs him that his aunt is very ill man turned toward me: "I'm awfully and is waiting for hint. The novelist sorry you had to wait. I hope you. teals the maid and the man that he is don't mind. Now, since you're so good not the man they think he is but offers as to help us out of this difficulty, to splay his part in whatever drama ou'71 come a to her. And they have for him. He is asked to, Perhaps y p wait in the dining room. A sound ,rerpemher to call her Auntie., conies to him frofn behind a closed 1 As I went up the stairs my courage door. He finds the daughter of the was oozing away. Automatically, sick woman locked in a room. followed my .guide, but the desire to NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY. run away, to avoid entangling myself l The woman gave nee a dry sob: i ln nal ,vasstrongg so risky, me. anything But still I "I who've rooked after her all my life, , went was t to entangle oneself is the' and didn't marry because she wanted; essence of all adventure.,Thus, as to keep me. Well, that doesn't matter, the door softly closed beind me, II Anyhow, she became crazy for Charlie. found myself by the bedside. The! She said I shouldn't get anything. yghts were low, so faintly illumined Only she hadn't seen Charlie for a, the features of the three people in the year, nearly. That annoyed her. She room, n hospital nurse on the other was going to make a will in his favor,1 side of the bed, the servant who had BRITISH ROTARIANS_FOR-••DENVER CONVENTION Above IS a party of British Rotarians on their way to the International Rotary Convention held at Denver, June 13. to 20. Front row seated are: C. White, British President of the Rotarians; Belfast; 3, 17, Appleyard, Leeds; H. Winnicott, Plymouth; 3, E. Webb, Truro;. L. F. ICIng, Bournemouth. Ladies are: Mrs. C. White, Mrs. Appleyard, I1'Irs. Webb, Mrs, Smith; Miss Coghill, Mrs. Kingston. Back row: 3. Siuith, Liverpool; W. Curdy, Dublin; C. Kingston, Dublin; 3. Riddell, Doncaster; Edward Willens, Brussels; G. Charlesworth, Doncaster; ;W. Webber, Plymouth. You didn't think I'd leave you alone when you were seedy:" "Charlie," she whispered, hurriedly, "don't say I'm seedy. Don't be silly." There was something quite sharp in the wh}mer; it revealed the imperious woman she had been. Indeed, she was cross: "Why haven't you been to see. me for a year?" This ' embarrassed me, so I was vague: "Oh, well, you know I had to be away." "Yes, I know, but 1 should have thought you needn't have spent a year in America. Still, dear, it's your busi- ness." She pressed my hand, and I hated myself. Then she e. added: "You've changed. Even your voice is different." "Poor boy," said the elderly man, "he's got an awful cold.. But, look here, Christine, you mustn't talk any more; it's'- not good for you." • But the old lady clung to my hand with sudden strength, as if she feared that with it life would escape her: "Oh, no," she said, feebly. "Don't I' haven't seen you for so long." "All right," said her cousin. "He shan't leave you. But Christine, dear, didn't you tell me you wanted to sign a paper." "Yes, when Charlie came." "Well, it's ready, it's written out. Suppose you do it now? we've got the witnesses here. Since they're 'here, only he didn't come." She stopped,let me in and another maid. But I Christine, why not sign it now to save' sobbing again. !registered these only vaguely. My eyes troubling them to come upstairs l lI 33g "But, look here," I said, "I don't were fixed upon the figure that lay in again." THE COMPANIONABLE SMOCK. understand. How is it Charlie hasn't the Stuart four-poster, surmounted by There was a pause Then the old; been to see her for .a year if he thinks lady turned her face toward me, as ifI There was a time not ;ung ago when that she'll make him her heir?" . �r l•m-• t b d "He couldn't. He was in gaol. He was released this afternoon. In Scot- land. But he hasn't had time to get here yet, and time presses. Now don't you understand. They've got a will written out upstairs. If she thinks Charlie's come to her, she'll sign. She knows she may die any moment, only she's obstinate. She won't sign unless Charlie comes to her." "But you've got to have witnesses." "Oh, of course," said the woman, petulantly. "The servants will wit- ness. Servants will witness anything. Now, you see, if you go and speak to. her she'll think it's Charlie, . , . . Charlie'll get everything, and I'll be penni:ess. Oh, it's too cruel. I'm too old to go out and work. Oh, don't go up, don't. And I haven't told you. everything. Charlie's so bad . . just as if being in gaol before hadn't done him any good. He's done some- thing else. 1 heard this afternoon after they let hint out. Stupid of the police . they let him go .. they'll have to arrest him again. But never Mind that. It doesn't matter what he's done: if Mother signs he'll get every- thing, and I'll be turned into the street. Oh, don't go up, please. Better leave the house." At that moment I heard voices and footsteps above. People were coming down. Indeed, the thing to do was to tun. But if Charlie did arrive? If the old lady signed the will? This woman would be destroyed. I must see it through. So, hurriedly, I whis- pered: "No, leave it to me. I'll shut eo i(DOr 10912.SA^V s 9r,1�. A1f77�/6 It makes them smile-' it's sure worth while. ISSUE No. 26—'26. Tying to see me throughthe an the smock was identified as the ages, and said: "Charlie, you've been' work- ing costume of an artist, but of :ate a deer to me all your life. I'm going it has been adopted as office uniform, to leave yon everything. And when,house frock, and for every type of I'm gone .... Doris isn't to have any -practical wear. Women find them more thing. Not a penny. I hate her." ; onvenient to slip on and off, and they "Here's the paper," said my guide. are very becoming, besides lending This was too much. I made a grab at themselves to a variety of designs in the will, but the old man was too quick cotton washable fabrics' The smock for me: i presented here is voted one of the at "What the devil . , .'i" he began. 1 tractive models. It is fashioned of "Stand back!" I shouted. "She's cotton broadcloth in plain color, with Fcollar, revers and large pockets of other dish containing cord water, be High Schoci Bnardie end Boorde of- *Education Are a LI tborim:i by lawto establish INDUSTRIAL, TECHNICAL AND ART SCHOOLS With the `approval of the Minilster of Education. DAY AND EVENINGCLASSES� ;rent' be' conduoted 1r, r,ccordance with the regulations Issued by the Department of Education. THCORETICAL AND PRACTICAL INSTRUCTION ia given in .various .trades: The sehoots and classes are under the, direction of AN ADVISORY COMMITTEE.. Application for attendance should bemade -to the Principal of the COMMERCIAL SUBJECTS, MANUAL TRAINING, HOUSEHOLD SCIENCE AND AGRICULTURE AND HORTICULTURE are provided for in the. Courses. of Study In Public, Separate, ContinantIon and High Schools, Collegiate'. Instituter;. Vocational Sohoola-and Departments.." Copies,oftho-Regulations issued by the Minister of, Education may be ,obtained 'from the Deputy Minister, Parliament Buildings, Toronto. WAY GIRLS WON'T Mi. RY By "A Woarl!ain` With a Duster." A young wonialf Said to me the other day, 'I am in Iove with .a man who wants me to marry him, .but l have re- filsed him, -. I shall never luariy be- cause my own hone life .has .:given 'me a horror of marriage, . "Dyer since I can remember life has been one quarrel after another be- tween my father and -mother. Tboy never agree about anything, and they seem to delight in hurting one -an- other's feelings, "I couldn't bear=that..I can't endure- thethought of spending any life in a house of strife,_ so I have resolved nearer •to. marry. I am never going to rant myself in any man's power, where he can vent his brutality on me if he chooses, and 1 am not going to inflict my moods and nerves and tempers 011 any man. For it seems to mo that there are no happy marriages, and that somehow matrimony brings out all the worst there is ba 'human nature." I told this disillusioned young wo- man that She hold got morbid! that she was looking at matrimony ' through dark -blue spectacles, and that there were many happy husbands" and wines. Also I told her that each marriage w as what the induvidual husband and wife made it. Every man and woman can make their marriage a heaven on earth or an understudy of purgatory as they will, and what other people. have done has nothing to do with their fate. But when one considers the awful! w arnings against matrimony that many marriages present to the young, one dogs not wonder that thoughtful) young people are scared. Indeed, the amacing thing Is that anyone -has enough foolhardy courage to take a rlslc which ends. disastronely for so many. The dream of every girl Is to love and be loved, to marry and have hus- band- and.lionie end childreue--But when she rouses herself from he'r ro- mantic dream and takes a clear-eyed glance at per married sisters, what does she see in net a few cases? She sees homes .in which there is perpetual bickering over trifles; homes fn which the daily quarfel is as much a part of breakfast as the *ogee; houses in which all' that the woman gets out of matrimony is the privilege of being an unpaid domestic slave and being' abused and spoken to as a man would speak to 110 other human being en earth. Soit is no wonder that the girl with a good• job is not evil}lug to exchange it for the menial position of a wife that she sees so many sister women occupying, or ,that she asks •herself why her marriage should be a success when many others fail. It is the same with men.. It is the awful warning that men see posted up in some house's they visit that makes many of them shy at the altar. A man lookse over bis friends who have mar- ried and often sees nothing to lure him: into following them. On the other hand, so alluring are the examples ' of successful marriages we have among us that every really happy home. becomes a matrimonial agency,, and inspires every man and woman who beholds it with a desire to take at last one shot atthe greatest sporting proposition on earth, RIDING :ON:THE WOOD ROAD -At,the top of au steep climb we come out.'into t gidiiious grassy open; and 1 ave it gallop -ducking under old ap- ple -trees on which blossoms Mill cling. Sa etiveet!' I eneteb one, and we go aching down to the brook, then up in„ mods again, relaxing on soft hemlock 1 oedles. For this is the cathedral of yellow birches. (The yellow birehsec-. tion). Slim,. lofty trunks, shining ell - very -gold; argo'd green°;canopy above, through which sun sifts. Iced' sun-. sliaudhes on the road, the brook in its Hopis again; but always the silver col-' onade, rank upon rank dimming away itito silvery shadows.' I lcuow of no other such wood; and there is,a half- mile of it, sweetly uphill and H•1ow. - A. thrush, somewhere,' gave his harp - notes; did he thick, front the woods- ditsdc, it was twilight already? The brook, after' a particularly 'nar- y -chins pool; swings ups a canon to our right; but e sub -brook develops In the road. This is mountain -going indeed. Polly hops distastefully from one bank. to the other, over rooks, delc cavy planes, tree -boles in the way. I•Ioots scrabble unpleasantly on stones. But --look up! Not a single golden birch; multitudinous families of ancient. white ones. •'Phe white birch section. terns ,messed 'lichens, are every- where; blessed mountafnelamp! All the wood -floor looks squashy; under , us still runs the clear, pretty little sub - brook, which should be diverted and. -isn't. Soon•this'road will be ttse'if a canon. One is sorry to see ,a good mountain road that the forefathers la- bored over, going so. But along its edge—such violets! Mountain -cool, spring -water wet; a.' heaven for fate violets. Great; purple June violets, with stems a foot long. I saw a violet -head high le the air be- side the tops df stuns tall lush grass and a tail fern -frond, and thought: Impossible- It must be just lodged there. But I was interested enough Ito dismount, and with Polly's rein over my arm, feel my way carefully down - the invisible stem=down and down in- to cool depths of grass, past the gentle i scratchiness of ferns, down, clown— ' and thereat last was wet ground. The '-stem, perforce, had, ended; and I held up—to the horses' obvious admiration. ,—a perfect lighthouse of a .violet. Jungle Talk. There was a moment of confusion, for! printed cretonne in a becoming design.' 1st Monk— My brother is going to fore placing in the oven. Mlnard's Liniment • for Backache. 22 Tons In Pint of Star. Aocord:lig to Herbert Dingle, a Bri- tish astronomer, the oldest stars in the universe are composed of a sub- stance which weighs twenty-two tons to the pint, says "Tine Pathfinder." This is 56,000 'times heavier than Iron Such stars are known as_"white dwarfs." Prevent baked Custards frocurd ling by standing the pie dish in an not going to sign. I won't have it.l Some fifteen inehes from my to the bloom—and the bloom a semi - pansy in size; only long-featurd, aby, fragrant --a real violet of the wood*. IOf these particular woods, rather; rich with leaf -mold, scented like a greenhouse. No conservatory could do more. I mounted.again, moving complacently off with the amazing violet In my coat. Looting fascinatedly down Into the meving.lusciousness be- , side me, I saw a flash of pink. Could' it be? Pink slid not belong here. There Chad never been pink in these weeds. I "Babe,"„ I called”, `'here's a'colum- blue! ! "Is it?" said my child, calmly; yet, squirming obligingly round in her sad- dle. "Yes!" I repeated indignantly. "A pink columbine!" and slid excitedly - off. Just leaning over the dark leaf- - road, nodding a lovely head, was - this single flower. Any c?umbine has distinction; and this was not the smaller, wild, scarlet sort with its gold heart, that must live by a gray rock - and be' beloved by bags --but the rare golden kind, the beauty of whose niin- meted bloom, and its spired rosiness, was not amiss even here. And these woods are a test of any flower. Al- most a tropic luxuriance, yet, hold in I by a lefty, thin -aired, mountain re- ! serve; their forest: tops against Medi - i tei•ranean blue, interfered with by swelling white clouds --streaks of" which have come to earth, again in the great clumps of birches. A flower that eau hold Its own in this Roaring- ness, this enchantedness`-and the col- umbine did. Foreground — even a flower-foreground—is. unnecessary in such a woods; for one has already three worlds—ground, a pale mid -at- mosphere of trunks, then tree -tops and sky. Any one of these would be enough; yet nearby a gray wall gave a lost touch--toppliing along ee_burieal in maiden -hair fern and splotched with orange. lichen that the tumbly old lino of it fence tile solid mark of a farm -edge) is just something to help the co:umbine. From some old gar- den blew' this seed; somebody,s -be- loved garden that once . looked. over this wall; or else the. seed stuck to the fuzziness Of a pollen -loving bee who, forgetting his hive and his proper gar-. don -flowers in these. wood- charms, came, seed and all, to call 00; a wood- violet—and dropped it, sagely, where It grew to be the loveliest thing, in a fairy wood. ---Anne Bosworth Green, iu; "Dipper Hill._" Holland's Capital.. The minter of the capital of Holland is preceded by the word "The" be- cause tabs Dutch name has +e the'nam equivalent or, -00"—par—with 1110 name Graenhage, 1t means the Count's Hedge. In the Thirteenth century the site of the•'present city .was 0110 lutCnt- ing lodge and grounds of the counts of Holland and under Count Florae V. - (1254-1296) became the official ma,. dance. Under William 1I. it also be- came 1110 site .of the supreme court and the centra or adminis0ratlon. It was not, however, incorporated es ti town until the Nineteenth ;century. the servants jumped up, and I was There are gathers over the bust, and, open a s'lo'e.' confronting the three. We were T11: it has long set-in sleeves, No. 1330 is! oh2nd Monis-"More monkey business speechless and ratherpale. A fu yI °' . pee m sizes 34, 3G, 39, 40, 42 and inches rani_ over me as I turned upon the old, bust. Size 36 bust requires 3 yards man: "She shan't sign. Do you hear?' 36 -inch plain material, and 114. yards Give nue that paper, or I'll talcs it front figured. Price 20 cents. h.f you. s 5 ePee ower um Many styles of smart apparel may i x -, l !ry feeble cry en111e from the bed: I found in our new Fashion Book. is1 -,..r . - J"411' a y" be "Oh, what i 1t. What is 1t. •(Inc designers originate their patterns weapon I turned to the old lady, but at that the heart of the style centres and Before he could drag his ( iny the policemen were on him. moment I heard rapid steps on the their creations are those of tested stairs, swift progress. The door was popularity, brought within the means ' of the average woman. rice o e Flugland, The Duke was tremendously and flung himself down on his knees. middle-aged man rushed to the bed, book 10 cents the copy. reser' on getting this big work. coni- l by its side: "Auntie, A.untie!" he' BOW TO ORDER PATTERNS. pleted, and the purpose of the thirteen chimes was to prevent danger of the dinner hour. being extended by any one missing—o' pleading to have miss- ed—the single stroke n•111011 WAS the. signal to resume work. a canopy of crimson brocade flowered with gold. She was such a little thing, the old lady in her vast bed. Her atti• tude was one of infinite weariness; she lay cheek upon the pillow, one thin hand faintly moving upon the coverlet, a Large bandage covering the whose of her forehead and her eyes. She was pitiful, so small and weak, and the effect of the sick room had already been created, for bottles and grasses stood upon a small table; there was a cylinder of oxygen, and the faint smell of sickness, the close, half scented smell, already filled the place. Then the elderly man touched my el - how, and I went to the bedside. "Christine," he murmured, "here's Charlie," The old lady did not reply; for a moment I thrilled with the hope that she might be dead, and that this tragedy would thus be ended. But the thin hand persistently moved, and I found myself recognizing a resembl- ance with her daughter, the same straight 11088, the beautiful old faded lips. "Christine," •he repeated, hi's tone made anxious with the thought that had occurred to nue. He touched her hand. "Christine, it's Charlie." I saw that. I must play my part, so bent down quite close and murmured: "Auntiel Auntie Christine!" At the sound of this new voice, she suddenly seemed to revive. A tremor ran over her features, and she made n effort to sit up, which, with the swiftness of a cat, the hospital nurse s' pressed. "Oh, what is it?" said the old lady, vaguely, as if aroused from a dream. "It's Charlie," I said. It was horrible and charming: she smiled, and the thin hand moved about. vaguely„until I Clid mine into it: "Oh, Charlie,” she sand, "I'm so glad you've come. I didn't think you'd come." I "Why, of course, I came, Auntie. flung open and a rather handsome p ' f th Thirteen O'clock At least one clocic'has been to made that it weird strike thirteen at one o'clock. This was a clock made to the order of the Duke of Bridgewater, who built the famous Bridgewater Canal running from Worsley to Manchester, cried, "I've come in time?" His tone Write your name and address plain - changed: "What's the matter? It's) ly,, giving number and, size of such Cherie. Don't you hear?" He jump -'I patterns as you aant. Enclose 20e in ed up, staring down •at the figure, and' stamps or coin (coin preferred; wrap stepped back: "Too late!" he said, in it carefully) for each number and a low voice. I address your order to Pattern Dept, For a moment we all stood fixed Wilson Publish' g Co., 73 West Ade - where we were about the bed of the; !aide St., Torcnto. Patterns sent ' y Woman round whom had centred so, return mail much strife. So smitten were thesej -- tthat only- . Quainteit Republic. plotters by their defeat, a I P heard yet more footsteps upon the Europe's least known republic, An':stairs. It was only atthe karst mo -1 dorm, has received a surprise. Reeent- ment, as the door fel open, and be - I ly it notified the"League of Nations hind the two policemen I could see the"! direct of it adherence to the Opiumfigure of Doris, that Charlie with an: oath, thrust at his hip pocket, But. before he could draw his weapon the policemen were on hien. Convention, but was reminded that it was not a sovereign State, and that it must act through France. Andorra. buried in its lonely valley As if =scions that some peril in the heart of the Pyrenees, is left so might threaten me, Doris had run to severely alone that thissmall over - my. side. In a hurried whisper she sight May he .pardoned, said: "I got out. 'I didn't think ofIt does as a matter of fact,claim telling you . . I got the policemen.; l complete. independence, under 8 chart - Oh, you're safe, you're safe!" er of Cherie -Mope, but that document I is, alas- a forgery, and theany repub- Another story of midnight advert lie has 'really two overlords, France ture by W. L. George, "Tire Stolen and the Bishop of. Urgel in Spain, .a Baby," will follow. Hatching of Toads. Some toads are batched directly from the egg, without passing through a swimming tadpole stage; neverthe- less they go through a tadpole stage; inside the eggshell. Bobbed Nair Here, Poverty There, Women of China, 16.700 of them, are dependent neon charity as 5 result of the bobbed hair fashion-, it reported in Peking. The women wero employ- ed in the manufacture of hair 'rets: Minard's Linimenttor burns, fact duly recognized by its only rases, 960 francs a yetr.t.o 1tramee and 460 Pesetas to the Bishop, a total of, say, 1320. l This joint rulership dates from' the' thirteenth century, and constitutes the Bishops of Urgel the only cleric ill lilur- ope still having tempora AB•U1OWN F YOU -Corn money—and net It ovary weeks Sall fruit Imes, flowering shrubs, shade trees, hedging, rex, end. evergreens. Outfit furnished. Old, estnli.n• cd milrm 1125 nn attrnativo-propo¢illon for man m• woman 01112011.0:13 f nand etnndlno 2nd , LIMITED, • C. D. SMITH a SONS, lJMITCO, °ntar;o 1 powef. NURSES The Toon', Ha;peal for Ineurablee, In affiliation with Bellovuo find Alllad Hospital,, New Yark 0115, attars a throe year.' Caurse of Traintnp to young women, having the required eddoatton, nod deeiroue of hecom!na nurses. This Hospital has adopted rho eight. hour system. Tho pupil, receive uniforms at the School. n monthly nitowadae. and traveling expanses'. to and from New York. For further Inform:Mu write the SUperiniondent T.�. ..,r tlo 4. ..forlyears TT'S so strong you could stand on it without doing it any harm. The rubbing surface is heavy Sll!IP'. Pearl Enamel, positively smooth as glass, but unlike glass, it cannot break! And it won't wear out, like zinc. The back is heavily re-inforced with wood. It's a washboard that will last for many years, and remember, it is SPIIP made. Tho Sheet ' 1etai rreducta Co,e4.Ctaiire LI. til Montreal TORONTO Whitnipeg Edmonton Vancouver , Calgary 0120 gazgam, There ate about 8,000 persons list - eel as beekeepers in the U.S.