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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Seaforth News, 1926-10-14, Page 6GREEN TEA T76 It has the most delleioug flavour. Try I.t. • The Walnut Free BY ROSE WILDER LANE. —J. PART II. It was`'a week before the men came for the tree. .Aunt Sally trembled all over and clasped her hands tightly together under her apron. She heard the men discussing what .they were about to do. The young man said, "I want the roots. They'll work up into veneer. Dig as far as you have to, to get them." "Better use the axes first," Henry Simmons said. "The way it stands, we can fall it away from the house ail right." "Yes, looks safe enough to me," the young man agreed. "Then someof you'll trine up the log while the rest are digging. Oh, good morning, Mrs. Gordon!" he said, taking off his hat - to Aunt Sally. "Fine morning, isn't it?" Aunt Sally couldn't answer. She stood looking at the keen, bright axes. The young man took a bill fold from his pocket, and counted out some bills. "Here you are, Mrs. Gordon," he said. Aunt Sadly didn't move. "I don't knew as we just want to sell that tree," she said quietly. The young man said, "Why—oh, that't all right, Mrs. Gordon. Your husband sold it to me last week. He knows all about it. He told me just to hand you the cash and go right ahead." "I won't touch your money!" Aunt Sally toll him. She let go of the door jamb and stepped out among them. "I won't touch a cent of it!" She was al- most crying, she was so ashamed to be acting so, but she couldn't help it.. There she was, acting like one possess- ed, before all those men, and all Green Valley would talk about it. "Take your money and go awayl" shs said. The hired then looked at each other embarrassed. The young man frowned. uncertainly. Then they all heard wheels and saw James driving in. They waited till he drove up and got doom over the wheel. Then the young man said, "There seems to be a little` misunderstanding. Seems Mrs. Gor- don dcesn't understand you sold me this tree here." "Sure, I sold it to you," James said, looking at the young man under his eyebrows. "One hundred dollars, cash down." Here you are," said the young man. "One hundred dollars in good green- backs." "Well, then that's all right," James a aid, stepping up to take the money. " t wasWha the trouble?" o" Aunt Sally screamed "James, don't you touch that ncney! I won't have it! I won't have that tree killed! It's marder. I won't have it, I tell you! I won't!" They all stared at her. Henry Sim- mons said,"Geed goshl" After a min- ute the young man pushed his hat off his forehead and looked at James. Janes said, "What's r.E this non- semen on-s men " Aunt Salty said, "You tell then to take their axes right away from here. I'in not going to have them chopping ' into that tree.' They ail Looked at James, His cheeks were dark red under the stubble of gray beard. He was not a man who t• y�l ii a gir•1," Aunt Sally said, rocking. 'But I afterward I never had time to fuss happiest they, whate'er their place, Who• have touched their lover wall with them. Nowadays just taking care I grace. of the milk things, and getting threes Edgar A, Guest failed to stand by his bargain.- "A bargain's a bargain," he always said. He said it now, doggedly, "A bargain's a bargain." Aunt Sally said, "James, I won't have that tree killed." ";You better, go into the house," James said to her. She stood rig'at where she was. "Wel, well," the young man said, "Weil, ah—well, there's no need of — I guess we might as well go along over to Rogerses', I've got eozne trees there. ' See you later, Mr. Gordon: No hard feelings at all. The offer stands good any time you want to take it. Come on, men." They all piled into the truck and. went, glad to get away,' but wishing they could stay to find out what would happen next. James stamped into the kitchen. Aunt Sally had gone back to her work. she was wiping dishes out of the rins- ing water. Her lips were shut tight, and there were red spots on her wrink- led cheeks. She wiped each dish quickly and set it down witha little thump. She hardly knew what she was doing. "What's the meaning of this?" James said fiercely. Aunt Sally' went on wiping dishes. "Making a fool of nie, before the whole county!" James said. - "I told you I'd sold that tree. Well, it's sold. I've never gone back on a bargain yet, and I'in not going back on this." Aunt Salty put down the dish towel. "I guess," she said, trembling, "I've worked as hard on this farm as ever you have. I guess, conte right down to it, I've worked harder. I've worked all my life on this farm, That tree's as much mine at 'tis yours, and it's not sold. Nor going to be." Junes stared at her. "I guess. I've got as much to say about what's done on this place as you have," Aunt Sally went on. "I'm an old woman, and seems to me I never have got what I wanted. I haven't got many more years left. Meet any time I may go, same as that old walnut would've gone to -day if you'd had your way. I've tried to lead a good Christian life, and I hope I see my way clear to heaven hereafter. But now, while I'in alive in this vale of tears I want things m wayfor a , Y spell. I guess I've got as much right to be paid some attention to es if I was a hog." "What's the matter with you?" said James. "Talking as if you were out of 1 Your head. Who said anything about a hog? I tell you I'm not going to be made a laughingstock of for some fool notion you've got into your head. What's wrong with selling that tree? That's what 1 want to know." "I guess I've got a right to a foo: notion if I want it," Aunt Sally said. "And I guess I've got a right to that tree if I want it. And I want it. That tree's not going to be cold off this place as long as I'm living here." After the dishes were done Mary and Aunt Sally settled themselves in the dining room, Aunt Sally with her mending and Mary with her fancy- work. The dining room felt chilly from not being lived in, though real:y it was warm and bright with sunshine pour- ing through the windows. "Such a lovely place for plants," Mary said. "They'd bloom all winter in this sunshine." 'I used to be gifted with plants, as Canada LE tell Jim that's the only way to get, the: good of thein.' "I'd like t, use nice things," Aunt Sally said. "But it makes.,so much' extrv.'washing '" Mary said, "You know -we girls have been at you for, ages • to hire your"'i washing done." Aunt Sally murmured as usual, "Well, I don't know. You girls—you're different. And James doesn't see any use=-" She stopped again. All that day, and, the next, and the next, James did not have a word to say. All the time. Aunt Sally' grew more and more desperate. On the fourth night. When James came to the house, Aunt Sally met him at the back door. "You might's well bring in a, stick for the heater," she said. • "I built up a fire to take the chill off, but it needs another stick. James looked at -'her. She wore a fresh housedress and a white apron, and her gray hair was crimped. "Who's coming?" said James. "Nobody" said Aunt Sally. "I just took a notion we'd eat in the dining room hereafter. James looked at her again under his eyebrows, that strange look. Then he went to the woodpile. After supper Aunt Sally gave James his paper and eat down to her mending. "It's real nice and cozyin here, isn't it?" she said. "It's a lot of foolishness, al: this fuse and folderol," James, said. "Mattes more work than it's worth." "I like to live nice, while I'm belle to enjoy nice things," Aunt Sally said placidly. "I'm going to hire outthe washing, and get the little Shnmons girl to come help clean," "Yes,' and what'll all this cos:?" Aunt-Salty's hands shook so that the needle went wildly through the sock she was darning, but they were under theedge of the table; James couldn't see them. She said, "Seems to me, James, there's some things in this world you've lost sight of. You and me, we've worked together these many years, saving and getting ahead. We've been getting ahead so long we ought to be where we're going to, by now. We've got enough money. There's some things more valuable than money and what have we been getting ahead for all these years, if not to get to 'em? I want to—live different. I want to live nice. I—I want—" Aunt Sally would have gone on, but she couldn't. Her hand carte out of its hiding place and went across the table toward James. "Oh, James, you aren't mad, are you?" she said eagerly. "I don't—I dont' want you to be mad." James said, "Pshaw, Sally!" He got up and turned the damper of the heater, turned it back again. "I guess you've got a right to have things the way you want them," he said gruffly. He did not look at 'her. "Walnut trees," he said, "or anything else, for that matter." He sat down again and spread out the paper. "I guess we can afford it," he said after a while. "Hogs are up another cent" He turned a sheet and snorted. Aunt Selly saw him :oolong at her under his eyebrows, that strange look, as though he saw something new. "There fool girls won't have a hair left on their heads pretty soon," he said. "There's not one of 'em can hold a candle to you for looks yet." (The End.) Minard'a Ltnimant for toothache. The Gentle Lives. Count your riches as you may, Seek your fame where'er you will, Peace must nark the close of day Or you'll be unhappy still. Friends must trust in all you do Or nojoY can come to you. Gold isgood to have and own, Fame is worth the winning, too, But if th s'e you gain alone Little wi:1 they do for you. Friends must be and love must stay Or your life Is thrown away. Poverty is grim and stern, Wealth is sometimes cruel, too, Here's a lesson all must learn, And before the end we do: Rich or poor for joy depends, On his loved ones and his friends,. View it howsoe'er you will, Life is more than wealth or fame, More than cunning, more than skill, Peace requires an honored name. Though the heights you stand upon Love and faith must follow on. Gentle deeds must mark the strong, Thought for others grace the wise, Skill cannot conceal a wrong, Oft with triumph friendship dies. meats a —" Aunt Sally stopped and said quickly, "That's a real pretty piece you're working on, Mary," Mystery for Archie. Mary was embroidering a tablecloth. • The . telephone bell _rang and five - She was a plump, pretty young wo-' year-old Archie thought be cceid an- Wrap, with bright quick ways and sw'O it.• ' clever hands. She had been the first 1 "Oh, it's' you, Archie," came the. Smarried woman in Green VelIsy'to-bob voice, whereupon the little fellow it"Mother, ext ellit'ssome sailed out s e one Y, her hair. Her hens laid as winter, and h• linen myname when m she had bought the runabout with her flee isn't with it." w e y egg money. Aunt Sally had •always l _ been very fond of her, but net quite To be orie perfectly pure, water approving. To -dray, somehow, she ad i must'l••e boiled three separate times. mired her. "Yes, I like the pattern," Mary said, spreading it out for Sa•,ly to see. "I've gat one almost like it," Aunt Sally said. "I've got quite a lot of nice things laid by that you girls have given ine. You aren't going to use that cite every day, are you?" still quenches thirst, 'cools the parched throat null• by its de- lightfulflavor and refreshment restores ,, the joy of life. CGac After Every Meal "Indeed I am," said Mary. "I think Big Money for Ford Owners Selling Eciipe "Shock .Absorbers, Spring Controls andi Lubricator. 4Vrlte for particulars. 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Enclose 20c in stamps or coin (coin preferred; wrap it carefully) for each number and address your order to Pattern Dept., Wilson Publishing Co., 73 West Ade- laide St., Toronto Patterns 'sent by return mail._ Knife andto oon Preceded Fork on Tables of England. The comments of Mx. Justice Mc- Cardie upon the "social affectation" of demanding two torke to manipulate fish seem t + have been based upon hietorice,l knowledge. Forks were not introduced into England until 1608, and it is a notable .fact that while we get Knifesmith and Spooner among our occupetive surnames, we find no Porker or Forhemith. • Even the "Carver" 'had to use his ringers. In the "Boko of Iiervynge" we bind it set dews: "Set never on fyshe, llesche, beset;.lie fowl, more than two gyngers ani a thombe." The' guest • was lucky if be got a plate. Usually he was supplied with a round of bread known as a'trencher, upon which the meat was placed.. It will- be illbe easy to understand why this was followed by the necessary service of "Ewer" .the tviih a basin- of cleansing water, and the "Napier," who prof- fered the towel or napkin. She Knew. "Aly razor- doesn't 'cut- alt all." "Come, come!" replied the wife. "Your beard is no tougher: than the linoleum I cut yesterday," Largest ofall privately owned yachts is the Arcturus, an oil -engined boat of 2,522 tons, which 'belongs to. an Americee whose hobby is deep-sea fishing. Carillon i',Towns. Above the- noise hI a crowde:l street, at`the Hague one sainmer noon I heard - the car1lio»•of the Groat Church tower,: Bruges and Middleburg and• Voere had just been visited.. They differed much; yet ;Some ' come:on'Utile ' Seemed to unite all.•three and the Hague. • How was it to be defined?' In this reflective mood, again my ear caught.the.sotind of the bells. They answered -the titres- tion. It WAS ,the tower melodies which united these places,. individual as they were in other .reepects. 'Then Game the thought: Why should one not -see the many carillons of the Low Conn tries, each in its own historic place, and write them down for foreign wan-. dering"s? , Thereupon we set forth to find the carillonneur at the Rogue; courteous- ly he gave 'us; suggestions and advised us to consult the bell -master at Gouda. So we betook ourselves to Gouda and sought out; the'carillonneur, who told us a friend'of his had torus • rnponce n- - sldera�ble -information-about carillons in some old volumes 1n the library. By the best of good fortune it turned out that we were et Gouda on one of the two days of each week when the library was open. • Outside. it was a deluge •of rain, with a -black :sky. Within the library we were dry, it is true, but there were no. -lights. Just at' closing time the boolr'of most importance to us was discovered. We made good use of the minutes left, and with a fair list of carillon towns safely recorded in our. notebook we went back to the Hague. That' very night, the most convenient of messeges,'the postcard, with paid reply, 'was ddispatched'to' "Den Heer I{loklsenist" of the principal Dutch and Flemish towns. . By noon the next day repliee beian to collie, . . A morning or two later the long time old - "portier" at the hotel,' affectionately regarded by many a traveler, held up a dozen answers to his ear, as if listening to their mes- sage, and' greeted me with: "Rush, I: hear carillons zinging through all the land" Withthe answers came many special invitations. . . - . Several times a bell- master volunteered (if the burgomaster gave permission, to play at .some other time than the regular hour, if it would convenience us. . In the Low Countries all the carillon towns erre 'so near onA another that little foreplanning is -needed. he cirll- lon region,endeed, has an area only about twice that of Wales or of the state of New Jersey. It is in form almost a right triangle with Malmed-y, southeast of Liege, at its right" ngle, and with its hypetlienuse, running from Boulogne to the mouth of the Ems, northeast of Groningen, along' tree North Sea coastline of Belgium and Holland.—William Gorham _Rice, in "Carillon Music and Singing Towers of thed 01 World and the New. Sleep by Chart in'Berlin. Canadian travelers, unaccustomed to sleeping on feather beds -with wedge shaped bolsters beneath their pillows, have described the first night in a Gorman hotel as a struggle to escape suffocation. A Berlin hotel is now supplying guests with cards upon which are described half a -dozen ways of making up a bed. IP a Canadian wants to sleep in a Canadian style ho checks the proper diagram on the card and leaves it to thechambermaidto do the rest. THIS I,$ A-IA7T7J'RYL1iSS YEAR!' DO> •'t .Be O��`.�' v: Buy a The Set of No Regrets. Retdio Satisfaction lou wouldn't buy an Automobile or household accessory which was going to be practically out of date next year. —would you? -Then why buy any Radio ;but an up-to-date Radio and save your -sorrow:' - The Rogers Batterylsss Radio oper- ates from '. any [alternating electric current. Never:.noeds• Batteries, and, in most cases, no aerial. Send for our book, '"Lt'iden co ,• and road what owners 'of Rogers Sets for past years say about their Satisfaction: T,. -IIS IS FREE. Address the O,Id:S. Pdlusie Co,,. Can., Ltd. 590 Icing St. 'W,, Toronto Hometown. Our town has slghte as,fine to see As any in geography. Why, when the early sunlight spills In summer down our eastern hills, They look like heaven's parapet. From Eighth Street, when the sun has, set, • The high school on • the hill do line • Looms like a castleonthe Rhine; And twisted, pines along the. crest, Banked by the lemon colored west, Would make Jap artists praise their gods And plant their easels here by squads. Some summer, nights I have to lie In' the front yard and watch the sky, And let my fancy cllmb. and play Through lacework of the Milky Way To deeper heights all silver fired, Until both eyes and brain are tired. Oh, never Nome, Hongkong or Rome Could show me finer sights than home! badger Clark. Mlnard's Lihlment fo, bruises. • lchabod Old Tesstalnent Name. Ichabod is a character in the 01d Testament. The story of his birth is related in I Samuel 4: 19-22, says "The Pathfinder," -1n answer to to query. Bili, who had judged Israel forty years, fell dead when he heard from a messenger that his two sons, Hophni anal-PhIne- as, had been, killed in the battle of Aphek and that the ark of Cod had been taken by the Philistines. "I1 was then that the wife of Phinehas gave birth of iclzabod. He was so named beeaus' "the glory is departed from Israel," and the "ark of God is taken." / y Australia Has Tallest Tree. The tallest tree in the world is a species of eucalyptus growing lnAus- tralia. Individual trees ofthio species have been known to attain a height of .400 feet. The mammoth sequoia, which grows on the U.S. Pacific Coast, has been known to grow a little over 300 feet tall.. 11111111illif Because you really. ij live wird 1z Lace ace Curtains, e7 should he �au r nde ed in LUX VERY hour of the day—you see them. 'If they have been poorly launder- ed they are a constant annoyance. • Lux laundering will keep them true in both colour and shape--- willp er mit them to drape in soft graceful folds. Be ce r of ,:./. to get the genuine LuxIt. if sold only in packages ._. ail 4'cr iii bulk. Lever ikrothcrs Limited Toronto L-544 'il,,ELOP'ING CINE' S OWN'..STYI Stylets like- hafipiness. Every one reeognites it, every one describes It, but no two people agree as to rte exact nature. Indeed, literary, style has been stlsegtssed so often. as the rare and iino•flower of .perfect Writing that there is 11 common belief that style is like a';toii hat, something everyone may. like to possess but can very well do without Stylein its more exquisite forms Is, it is true, rare, and so is ex• (palette writing But style as au ad. companimeuutof. good .writing is not a grace' superaded to what 'does well enough without 11 but a part of ex- eolleuee itself. It isnot a cause `but a result of good writing, and is no more beyond the reach' of the aspirant than clearnee force. orce. Who does s not attempt to forst aetyle-does not try to write as 'well as his subject de• monde 'and his, intellect permits. . , Difficult to Define. Style is net; ornament: To define it positively is not• so easy. Buffon as- serted ' that order and movement were two of its chief attributes: Perhaps the simplest and most inclusive ae-: count of it, is to say that style Is the measure of control over what is being written: The control itself comes from a. firm handling of the idea and a mases tory„ of expression, but when power over the order • of thought and of wards, and over words themselves, ap- proaches completeness the result is felt as a perfection and harmony of the whore. That measure el complete- ness is.etyle. There Is an -exact equiv- alence : between the style' of an able writer and the style of an accomplish- ed golfer or a: perfect oarsmen,. It `s not what they do that gives them style, but how they do it and the`.ef- fent of their doing. • Thus style is beauty -but not the beauty of prettl- nese. Its beauty is`aktn to the beauty of architecture where a steel 'struc- ture of most uncompromising -lines has a beauty of its own, the same in ' causeasthe beauty of the Taj Mahal. though so different 1n effect. . Do Not Copy Others. . Style of a sort is possible for every; honest writer, and he must get his own style if he is ever to bo effective. But fineness of style, especially in the choic and disposition' of words and in the 'harmonies of diction, is possible only for the fine nature. A literary style is quite as impossible for the un- literary as excellent music for the man without an ear. This is one difference between the necessity for accurate ex- pression discuesed.in tiie last chapter and the desirability of: an excellent and personal style. The distinction is important, and disregard of it has pro- duced a race of would-be literary writers who °learn to imitate a great style badly when they might develop en honest, if modest, style of their own, Dr. Johnson's advice to sit up nights with Addison never meant that to write like Addison WAS deslr-- able+for every man. Morcels may be necessary at the beginning in order to know what can he dons, although it is far better to read them, not es models of style, but as good reading; nevertheless, style is the result of Say- ing what has to be said as wail as It can rbe s.aid by you in your own way. Isere one can expect sucesss without being either Addison or Shakespeare. --Henry Seidel Canby, in "Better Wiin' t g Reaping a; Neighbor's Field. Across the town road which separ- ates my farm from my nearest neigh - liar et 1 four, Y s a find boils I saw iliiir, lying n ap and unfam g 1 new Y strangely to the' setting sun, all= red. with aut-. earn; above it the Incalculable heights of .the sky, blue, but not quite clear, owing to the Indian summer haze. I cannot convey the sweetness and soft- ness of that landscape, the airiness of it, the mystery of it, as it came to me at that moment: It was as' though, looking at an acquaintance long lmown, I' should discover that I loved him. As I stood there I was conscious • of the cool tang,of burning leaves and brushheaps, the lazy .smoke of which floated down the long valley and found me in my field, and finally I heard, as though the sounds were then made for ` the test' time, all the vague murmurs of the bountrysidet—a cow -bell seine - where" in the distance, the creek of a wagon, the blurred 'evening hum of birds, insects, frogs. So much it Means for a man to Stop and look up from his task. - As I stood there I glanced across the:broad valley,wherein lies the most or my farm, to a field of buckwheat vrhieh Belongs to 1 -Thrace. For an -in- stant it gave 1113 the illusion of a hili .n41ra; for the late sun shone fall ou the thick ripe'sta.lms of the buckwheat,' giving forth an abundant red -glory that. blessed the eye, Iloracs bad' been proud of his crop, smacking his lips at the prespeel: of winter pancakes,'' Suit arae I was entering his field and tak- ing }without hindrance another••crop, a crop gathered not with haids nor stored in granaries; a wonderful crop, which, once gathered, may long be fed upon and yet remain unconsumeil. So 1 looked a.cress the countryside; a group of elms here, a tufted hilltop there, the smooth vendtrre of• pasturee, the rich brown of new -plowed fields— and the odors, and the sounds of the country --all cropped by me. How -lit- tle the fences keep isle out; I doi :not regard titles nor consider boundaries, T enter either by day cr^by night, but of secretly. 'raking imy fill, 1 leave as mre.r. as 1 lint]. Front "Adventures; to Ccittenttueut," by David Grayson. -tom