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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Seaforth News, 1926-10-21, Page 2Full of Flavour:. So why accept exhausted bulk tea. MIRACIE You niay not. like Joseph Bishop, but this story of the awakening of his cramped soul will hold you to the last word. BY SOPHIE KERR. PART I. It was very quiet there in the sick- room, very quiet and very hot. •,A bare room, like many other :farm bed- rooms, with whitewashed walls and plain, ugly furniture, the green, wav- ery glass of the square of mirror over the chest of drawers reflecting the glare of sunlight beyond the shade of the swamp maples that spread above and around the house. Molly Bishop looked out anxiously into this glare. "If it'd only rain, or'thisspell of heat let up a little, I know the fever'd break. But it's like a sea of brass,',' she murmured to herself. "Reckon P11 sponge him off again like Doe Pruitt said, and see -anyway I got to keep trying." She turned back with resolution to the bed, and dipped white linen cloths swiftly and deftly into cold water. Her hands, thin and worn, knotted at the joints, moved in an agony of tender- ness over her patient. He was her only son, and. as he lay there, flushed and hot, and vaguely muttering inco- herent words, she felt the blood drip away front her heart in apprehension. Bobby Bishop was sixteen, yet there was .something babyish about his fore- head, still clear and white in contrast with the deep tan of the rest of his face, and more babyish still his blond hair, which had grown out since his illness, curled. in pitiful ringlets about his whiteness. Molly Bishop, as she bathed him, found herself looking at these ringlets, and tears dropped slow- ly down her cheeks. "Just like when he was a little fel- low," she thought. "My little boy, my little boy! Never had a chance— never! But I won't give you up -1 won't. I can't. You're everything." She had almost finished her task when she heard Joseph Bishop, her husband, come into the kitchen, letting the screen door slant behind him. She shivered, and bent to See if the noise had disturbed Bobby --she almost wished it would, it had been so long. since he had noticed anything. She drew the cool cloth once more across. his forehead, and went quickly down- stairs. That was to prevent Joseph Bishopfrom coming up. Indeed, he was sit the foot of the stairs as she reached the head of them, and she held up a warning hand to stay him. "How's he now?" asked Joseph Bishop anxiously, but not lowering his voice. "Just the same's far's I can see. Did you see Doc Pruitt in town?" "Yes, I saw'!m:" Joseph Bishop wagged his heavy head ominously. He was a big, thick, clumsy man, ruddy and blunt of fea- ture, loud -voiced, a man without nerves or sensibility a reader of char- aeter. might observe, "What did he say?" demanded Molly Bishop. "What did he say, Joe? Tell are every word." She had got hint out into the kitchen again, and shut the door at the foot of the stairs. "IIe said there wasn't no hope. Fever's lasted too long. He thought 'ad surely break the seventh day, and WRIW satisfies the desire for sweets, helps make strong healthy . teeth, removes particles of food from teeth crevices, and aids digestiotl. So it is a wonderful help' to health.' GG31 ISSUE No. 43-'20:. when it didn't he said be was certain it's break on the ninth. And now it hasn't broke on the ninth, Bobby'll just lay there like that and in a couple days go into a deeper stupor, and that'll be the end." If the wordshad been blows from Joe Bishop's powerful hands, his wife could not have shrunk and winced under them more abjectly. Icer thin face, already shadowed with the pallor of fatigue and misery, turned almost blue -white. She caught at the kitchen table to keep herself from falling. "Oh, don't, Joe! Don't!" she _cried out in an, actual physical agony, "Ile couldn't have meant that, Doc Pruitt couldn't. He couldn't have meant that Bobby's got to die; that there ain't any real hope for him." "That's what he said. It is hard -- right at harvesttime, too. I dunno where I'll be- able ,to find an extra hand.,, "Oh, what's the' harvest!" Molly Bishop's voice rose in a cry of despair. "By cripes, Molly, you're wandering in your mind!" said her husband se- verely. "Wheat's going to two dollars this fall!" "Did Doc say there was no hope?" she pleaded, "disregarding his state- ment about the wheat. "Not a bit? Bobby's never been what you plight call puny, though he never was so stout, neither. Looks 's if he could surely get out from under a little spell, offever." e Her hollow eyes implored. him. "No, he said they wasn't no hope, and it'd be all over in two -three days now." He flung it at her squarely, impatient at her insistence. Molly Biahop dropped into a chair and flung her apron over her head. She did not cry, she did not say a word, only sat still, numb with the pain of it. Her husband waited a lit- tle and his impatience increased. He gave a long, noisy sigh. "We gain to have dinner to -day?" he asked at last, for he was a man who liked to eat hearty, rich food three times a day. His wife dropped the aprcn and sat up in the chair, dry-eyed and resolute. "You can go over to the Sanderses and get Lottie Sanders to come and cook," she said. "I' ain't going to stir out. of Bobby's room again till the end comes. I guess his mother can do that much for him." "If there's anything cooked up I could eat it cold before I go over to Sanderses," suggested Joe Bishop, for his stomach was clamoring for its ac- customed load. "Maybe with a cup of coffee." "If you want you can build the fire and make yourself some coffee," re turnd Molly. "And whatever there is is right there in the pantry." She left the room, and Joe Bishop heard her going upstairs. He was annoyed" —there was no reason why she shouldn't have taken time to make him a cup of coffee; but he didn't insist, though usually he made it a point not to humor Molly's vagaries. When he. married he let her know who was mas- ter, and a few lessons had sufficed. To -day, though, there was something about her that got through even his customary sluggish arrogance, warn- ing him not to force an issue, He rummaged in the pantry and brought out cold meat, bread, thick sugar cookies, half a custard pie, He decided that it was hardly worth while to build a fire, such a hot day and al:; but he went out te:the spring house and got a pitcher of"milk, some butter, and a dish df cottage. cheese. Not a very good dinner, as Joseph Bishop's dinners usually went, but it would serve. Lottie Sanders could cook him a hot, filling meal to -night. All of the food he put on the clean scoured kitchen table, and as he sat there and slowly and noisily devoured a smacking n ng his lips over the icy c milk —that was a keen idea, cold milk ing stead of coffee on a day like this, he told himself—he thought about the coming harvest and about the sick boy upstairs- To -day was Monday. If Bob- by lasted till Thursday they could have the funeral on Sunday. That. world leave the next week clear for the harvest, and no work day lost. There was nothing consciously brutal in the mind of Joseph Bishop as he made these plans. He had always prided himself on his forehandedness, and laid his success as a farmer to looking ahead when most of the'farm- ars round about were, as he truthfully said; "looking behind and trying to catch .up with -themselves." And le, had heard so much praise for his fore hendednss, and took such credit to himself for it, that.• it had become .a dear vanity with him, -and second na- ture to exercise it. It was the way in which he had been reared. His • had been a pinched, re- pressed, hard -worked childhood, with- out one gleam of natural joy or di- version, His father was an Old- Testament parent, sparing tot the rod, harsh to his children, thrifty to the point of cold penury. His mother was a drudge, crushed under the heavy work of her household. Joseph Bishop had learned from his cradle only to work. and to aave. Joy, beauty, affec- tion, sympathy, he had never known. • His thought went on, slowly, thickly, to the time of his munching heavy jaws. Whether they had Bobby's funeral on Sunday or any day next week, they'd have to get Parson Wayne to preach the funeral eermon, because their own pastor, Parson Hig- gins, had gone out west fpr his health, and the .;two churches were having union meetings. He did• not particularly -want Par- son Wayne, for the little old man had always stood rather on his dignity with Joseph Biahop, and the farmer somehow suspected the minister of not thinking as well of him as his stand- ing in the community -.commanded. However, that could not be helped now, If Parson Wayne was the only preach- er in the neighborhood, hewould have to preach Bobby's funeral sermon. Then . there came into the. mind --of, Joseph Bishop the recollection of a bit of news he had heard recently, -namely that Mardy Graham's wife waspoorly and not expected to live. In that case, supposing she should die about the same time as Bobby did, Mardy might get Parson Wayne for her funeral just when he, Joseph Bishop, would want him. That would be intolerable, Mardy was only a' renter, shiftless, not even coneidered to be strictly honest. He certainly ought not to be able to set a time for the burial of his dead before Joseph Bishop's wishes had been attended to. With these' thoughts the farmer's instinct for forehandedness demanded action. He smacked his stout palm down on his stout thigh, By cripes, he'd go in town and see Parson Wayne right away, before he even went for Lottie Sanders. He'd get Lottie on the way back. The farm work wasn't pressing for the afternoon. -Why not? He had eaten all the food, and Le did not bother to put away the. dishes. That was woman's work. . They could wait for Lottie Sanders. ,He tramped into the foot of the stairs again, full of his purpose. "Molly," he called, "I got to drive in town again on an errand. 1'11 be back before milking time." He did notwait to hear what Molly answered, but went back through the house, stopping only to look in the pantry to sec if there might be a few dozen eggs he could take to town as he went. But there was only a scant dozen, and he frowned and let therm alone. Molly wasn't gathering the eggs carefully, that was plain. To- night he'd gather them himself. It irked him to get into his light motor truck empty-handed. He had taken in a calf to the butcher on•his morning's trip. Although he owned a car, Joseph Bishop only dtove it on Sundays and holidays—the motor truck was his weekly vehicle, even when, as now, he had no load for it. Parson Wayne was at home, and he was soon admitted into the high-ceiled, shaded study, book -lined and prim, where the old man wrote his sermons at a. desk which had been hisfather's and was far too large for him. Joseph Bishop looked about him curiously. It beat him why any one man should se A SOFT FULNESS AND PANELS ADD -CHARM. Simply though definitely this frock traces its chic to many Paris fashions. Gracefully fashioned of gleaming satin, it is relieved in front by gilt belt buckles and discs on the loose panels. It has the bloused waistline endorsed by Premet, and a new version of the versatile tie collar. 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Beatty of russet and scarlet swirled, Crisp brown dcraps of parchment curled, Veined transparencies, scalloped sheen, Little gold fans and arrows of green,— Dawn you flit by twos and .threes, By scores and clouds from the drowsy trees. Dancing there in a giddy round, Drifting' here to the cordial ground, want so many books around. And Quiet or sleeping, none of you grieves. that vase of honeysu'Bkle on the desk On a Bright and ,pirated autumn day —what foolishness! It made him feel Why should anyone sigh and say,— superior and solid just to look at it. Dead leaves?" No rubbish like that ever littered up Ho, for the new adventure begun • his house, inside or out. With release from the bough! In a very few minutes the old mins Tlmero is wind, there is sun! later came in, wiping his forehead, his Thera is hope that builds already for fine old face white from the exhaus spring. tion of the heat, his eyes deep and Who forever would clutch and cling dark under shaggy brows, the one Even upon one beautiful tree? really live thing about him. Now these Now, little lingerers, now you are free! eyes eyes were filled with compassion, sympathy. Fres to flutter and float and fly, Bach to be quiet at last, and 11e „ I suppose," he began gently, in his In a gentle sloop under snow,: under soft clear voice that carried with it still the faintest thrill of its old-time rain, clarion fire, "1 suppose -Brother Till spring shall' rouse you over again; Bishop—that your son—that Rob- Out of,your' dust in the fragrant mould, cart—" his voice trembled and his lips ,Mingled with essences manifold, worked like a woman about to cry. He Sap and strength from a quenchless held out sympathetic hands. Source, Life and love for an endless course. c Joseph Bishop looked at him in sur- 66"� �:J� �a .�. .� . aro leaves old '',cover tired but glad prise.Who ehould be frightened, who be Tice old parson must be getting childish to carry on this way. "Why no, Parson, Bobby's not, Off Tor Under the Stars. All thoughtful miude have iheir times .of ,depression, Life looms too• large -anti overwhelming,•a.nd the •spirit'`. is, pressed to its knees- Theu lira may: appear to be .more of a nightmare than ,aaioyoits adventure. From boyliood to old age the eters had .a sjroog fascination far the; poet Tonnyson. He would climb out on the reef on a'.etetelit 'night to ;gene. up into the starry vault, lose himself in int mnenslty. His Mother was shy fd com- pany, Ho said id him: "Think of the great star patcheo and you will soon gat over that." It is a fine saying, but it is not in accordance altogether with the painful experience of most people of sonei time mind. The sight of a, sky studded _with -stars more often givee a sense of littleness. and futility and lostnese ;1 which may be terribly depressing. There are profound rescripts of ,humeri nature. in the Book of Psalms. For instauce, whoa the poet had been gazing. into the star-spangled depths 0f a Syrian slay, he exclaimed: "What' is man that Thou are mindful othlm? That is the :thought that occurs to r' anyone who is not so• taken up' with the trinkets of life that the immensi- ties arelost sl€ht of. Unlces we adjust our thought pro - limey to the tree value . of things, a book of astronomy is depressing road, ing. Space becomes an obsession; the figures in wltielt star -distances, are computed, a menacse to sanity! Tennyson meant to say: "To think of the nebulous mist of the Milky Way, revealed by: the telescope to consist; not of star -dust, but of "myriads, count- less and 1111mdtable, of flaming suns, beside which even our own mighty orb of day is a mere pigmy,:,hel'ps• to put us all in our proper place,. to. make the. big people who frighten us ;appear the pigmies they really are." 1f I have the poet's "•meaning aright, I am not In agreement with, him. If the sight of countless suns depresses me, 'I am thinkiy wrongly. You and I are not insignificant. The sight of stars on a clear eight ;need not be de- pressing, eaten though we are capable of realizing that they represent but Ithe avenue lamps leading to the ,pel ace of. infinity. That very realization lifts you and me to a proud eminence. You piek up a pebble on the -shore, one of billfone of similar pebbles. Do you feel small and of no account in its preserves? No, it's only a .pebble! 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Tlris was opposed by some of the lady mem- bers • on, the ground that lade would have to endure great hardships, etc. One of Use members told of an inci- dent that eamo under his own obser- vation. A lad who had been sent out fifteen .years ago returned on a. visit stylishly dressed and showing' every evidence of prosperity. 'When, he call- ed at the old home .where he had lived as a ohild he provided a special treat for the children, spending ten pounds. It was then unanimously decided to let the twelve lads try their fortunes M Canada. sad? .�' . 1 doad'm he said in_ his bigrumblinPerhaps td bud On a fairer bough, . g nenascenae, nano knocrs how, o 15 cis. voice, but Doc Pruitt says }nes bound to go in two -three days, and I thought I'd beat come in and see you, and ask you to hold off making arrangements for any other funeral till'I knew just when I was going to need you." rf T simple ,explana- tion x 1 - I wasa et s m a ana It pe e Y p P tion to Joseph, and he made it as 1 simply as he felt it. He could not underetjnd the piercing and incredul- ous glance that the other man bent on hint. The old minister weaked round to his desk, and sat down, leaned his white head on his whiter hand and !still kept that deep, inquisitorial --,gaze on the farmer. - (To he concluded.) --aa Ice cream is stated, in an official report on dairy produce, to be a very valuable foodstuff. Minard's Ltnlment fo, bryiees. 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CI ARD ANCHORDONt DSO CANADIAN -SERV'ICE !so isgathered on the Est fish- harvest I`ive sixths of Britain's :ant Coast.. y. TREASURE`;ISLANDS 8o Many Expeditions Have Sear:Ai-ad eocos ..lalend ,T,hat Every't andmark Has Been Moved. - J "Plain s a cry that ,w1 ring' t heart cf,oven.ths most 5 nd Cocos island, abovo the name which coujur f Vitae ,gold. Pra Galapagos, His- paniola, Tortugas, ars all re- puted reasuree, but Co- cos ex tion above theta all. P ause the last loot' wee hp a hundred years ago; pbecause so many peoplefind the hidden hoards the reason, the fact ro ost every year au exp with charts and pickshoping to lift about oends and retire' - in afflu But n to have yet 'succeeded, extraordinary luck itlikely that any- one It all the femme Cap- tain Al o was a witness at the ch -maligned Cap- tain Ki Cook, and Davis, in the ight, harmed the shipping Bay, sacked' Leon, and re to refit. Davis likedreturned `moue , than.once. alk after he had Backed gold and jewels worthship's hold, and when and -the vessels were, e - That hoard; but as Davis received a free par- don espectable -land- owner,,rates_did it they could enough unchanged, he pro the treasure frim- self; a for his -old age. In' oats, Benito ar- rived o enjoyed a brief but su on the hunting - ground True to tra- ditien,ot, and. as Cocos was hiit there, :includ- ing n jewellery and plate entrusted to the tender mate, Captain Th'omp.Mary'Dear,by the no when that city seemed danger of being sacked. Benito and all his crew, exception of Thomp- son, pe Twe later Thompson • lay dying of a man named, ICeatfnho bequeathed his sec chart of the island ehowin hoards, three in number. Atter was up. Keating promptlythe .island and, 1t is said his hands on a hoard; mutinied and tried emselves. They failed ding -place, how- ever,gave the whole thing Hunters. Then of the treasure spread, ships began to call ththe sake of rum - aging captain put his whole three hundred: men on the Government powder for blasting .- After' a week they hand the captain was ded A Ge tere-pome thirty years real earnest, and • as far is still looking. Expedi expedition has set sail to return empty- handed parties arrived at thewith the same clues, plenty of blast- ing -pow up each other's hes of. Eight" t t thrill to elle resale citizen:and amiothers, is, ea?ftp visions o Praise's Island, the a, the Dry Tor to have their t exercises a fascias Perhaps it Is bee rigid there crisps It is b havetrled to ,Whatever mains that almost edition'sets out and dynamite, three million p encs, no one is knoll ded; and without loos not:soem ever will. Facing .a Mutiny. started with dward Davis, mvh trial of the mu Kidd: psmpier, Bachelor's Del ginPanama tired to Cocos the place, and peel Heeatne �b CTnayaqutl with $7,600,000 !n his he left the island empty. was the first afterwards race and became a t as allgood pi remain long en bably •removed nd so; provided' 1818,. or thoreab n the scene and ecussful career s of his forbears. he turfed his to Me base he buried over £2,000,000 i that had been care of his Thompson, of .the brig tables of Lima M imminent Shortly .afterwards w, with the ext niched at ..sea. Twenty-six years ng In the house g, and to him ret, wltha g all Bonito's r. r that the hunt sailed .for ,actually laid but his crew to get it for th to find the hi and Keating up in disgust. RIvaFFortune- the rumor and passing there,' simply for round. One naval ole craw of,thr island with Gov sting purposes had to give up, severely ropriman German settled tl ago to hunt it eels knows he Expedition after crime forocos,only In 1904 two same time. and and each with der. They blew excavations, brought about landslides, had at least one pitched battle, and sailed away without the treasure, Since then various other attempts have been made to recover the lost hoards, but still the treasure remains unfound. `And the difficulties -!n the way of the treasure -hunters are always inoreas, ing. Every new expedition changes the face of the landscape with dyna- mite, so that by now even -the beet • authenticated cine would be•useless. Indeed, short of the,inventton of an infallible gold detector, it seems that the Cocos treasure is hidden for all time. A Mother's Love. Her, .by,,.her smile, how `.soon the stranger knows; How soon by his the glad discovery shows, As. to her lips she lifts the lovely boy, What answering looks of "sympathy and joy! Hs walls, he speaks; 'Til many a broken word, 1.s wants, his wishes, and his griefs are heard. But anon •a npbler task enjoins her care. ` Apart she joins' hiss little han eIn' Prayer, Telling of -Him wlro sees in secret' there! And now the volume on herknee has ,caught , His wandering eye—now many a writ_ • ten thought Never to die, with many a lisping sweet His moving, murmuring lips endeavorr to at. -Samuel Rogers.