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HomeMy WebLinkAboutZurich Herald, 1924-10-02, Page 6one Will Sat sf like pure. delicious 'SAL1 1 GREEN TEA H473 The finest green tea produced in the world. — Ask for ie► trial package. FREE SAMPLE of GREEN TEA UPON REQUEST. "SALAOA," TORONTO A DOG OF THE STREETS BY ARTHUR WALLACE PEACH. PART II. They rode slowly to the outskirts of the town, and the horses picked up their pace. Now and then the girl stopped, breathless with the beauty of the change; and often on a ridge she would pause long enough to call Mat- eo's attention to the mountains far in the distance. Mateo listened and looked in silence. He saw not the mountains but La Santita, rising like the figure of a robed saint, beyond them. Jose and his partner were hiding in the shadow of the mesquite thickets at its base. Mateo knew his life was safe, but he was worried for two reasons; per- haps she did not have the money after all; perhaps Eason might decide to follow immediately. La Santita rose higher and sharper in outline as they drew near, and suddenly the shadow of the towering rock fell upon them. They turned to take the downward trail to the flats, and the horses slowed up. Here was the place! Two figures darted from the brush. The horses reared. The girl exclaimed sharply, then screamed in a voice that went through Mateo like the thrust of a knife, as she was dragged from her horse and thrown to the ground. Mateo watched her gasping strug- gle. She fought wildly at first, then gradually weakened. She spoke just once in a weak, spent, pleading voice: "Oh, Mateo, help met" They were using her roughly. She was" pinned" on her face, and Mendel, Jose's partner, was binding her arms behind her. Jose turned from the saddle -bags. His voice was harsh with threat. "The money isn't here! Where is it?" Mateo cringed, and the horses he was holding shied as Jose stepped to- ward him. "I know not, Jose." "Search her!" Jose said angrily. The girl faintly answered, "Don't touch me, you beasts! Let me go— I'll get the money if that is what you want!" With one arm loosed, she drew from a fold in her skirt the package. Jose seized it and laughed. "Dios! Here it is!" He shoved it into his shirt. "Now, hurry, put her on the horse," he snapped. She caught his meaning. "You have the money—won't you let me go?" Jose's lean face looked almost plea- sant in the moonlight. "You go!" he repeated in English, then said in Spanish: "We are going over the border to the Ralio Hills. From there we shall send Mateo to your father for money for you. If he does not send it—" "You aren't so contemptible as that!" He was bringing up her horse but turned at her words, catching her meaning if he did not understand her words. "Would you lock at me? Am I handsome? No! not in your eyes! But I shall have if I want it—what Eason would have!" The girl murmured as she moaned; and at the sound something clattered in Mateo's soul after every meal Cleanses month and teeth and aids digestions. Relievefs haat over- eaten • feeling and acid mouth. its l -a -s -t -i -n-0 flavor satisfies the 'craving for sweets. ViTrigiteris is double value in the benefit and pleasure it provides. Sealed ring Ito Parity NiValGt ^'t?rINY tot_ p" Co, $-'::s 'r Package. He said fearfully to Jose: "Jose, you have the money, let the girl—" Hard against Mateo's teeth came Jose's hard fist, and Mateo staggered. "Peace, dog," Jose said sharply. Mateo felt a warmish, sweetish something on his lips, and he knew it was blood. The clattering in his soul grew louder. They started away, breaking sharp- ly from the main trail, and taking the one that crossed the alkali waste be- yond the river. The girl swayed weakly ie the sad- dle for she had undergone rough treatment; but Jose knew better than to force her to ride with him while her strength lasted. Mateo rode behind. Only once did she turn to him, and then her faint words had shown no trace of anger, only a deep, dreadful pity—"Mateo, you poor, Iittle coward!" The dry powder began to drift up, and soon the girl called for water, but Jose did not stop. An hour passed, and the moanings of the girl grew into broken mutter- ings that almost seemed, and yet were not, the speech of delirium. Mateo heard her speak her father's name again and again with a love and yerning that made his small soul sick within him. Before her might lie something that was worse than death, and the chances were, Mateo knew, that it might come; for Jose was infamous in more ways than one. The girl aroused herself and beg- ged piteously for water. "Jose!" Mateo called hesitatingly, "won't you give—" Jose turned and said savagely: "Peace, you! There is none! Peace— or you sleep long!" Mateo, already dumbfounded at what he had heard himself say, for he had spoken before he thought, sank into quick silence. Another hour passed—an hour of the same terrible desert silence and the girl's low talking to herself. She was drooping far over the saddle, and her hair had fallen like a veil about her. They climbed a ridge, and beyond it Mateo saw a small valley. In the centre a small spot gleamed like a pool of silver. His parched mouth opened in a murmur of joy—"Del Carto." It was the famous spring of which he had heard many tales. The horses caught the scent of the water and hurried on. Soon it lay before them, down in a deep cut. Jose and Mendel gave their reins to Mateo, and slid down to the pool. Mateo stepped beside the girl's horse, "You shall soon have water, Senorita," he said softly. The girl lifted her sagging head; clear consciousness seemed to some to her at the familiar sound of his voice; she stared at him with eyes that were bright and wide in the moonlight. In a tone that started the clattering again in Mateo's soel, she whispered: "Mateo, oh, Mateo, if you were only a man!" "A man, Senorita? I am a man," he answered in surprise. Then he understood how she had used the English word. He looked up into her face, white in the moonlight and he swore softly. "I not a man!" he muttered slowly. His lips drew tight over his teeth; a warm something came from his lips again, from the reopened bruise where Jose's fist had landed. "I not a man!" he muttered, and something seemed to burst within him. Jose and Mendel were drinking slowly, and therefore wisely, stopping to rest, then drinking again; their thirst was great. Jose was sprawling on the spring's edge, as was Mendel. The two ; dark figures against the brightness of the silvery pool made two splendid targets, and the auto- matic was hair -triggered. Mateo drew it from its holster. The dull barrel caught the moon- light and rested in a line on Jose's chest. In that brief moment, the clattering in Mateo's, soul died to a beautiful peace, Ile heard the girl's low gasp of great wonder and understanding. He ran his tongue across his bat- tered lips. He slid riot tremble -he was a man! Willi a sigh of some new) deep, rich content, he touched the trigger once ---twice. .(The End.) Abou e ilouse WOMAN WHO GIVES REST IS have the least bit of respect for n e MOST ATTRACTIVE: ;again?" Evelyn was looking at her strangely. "What is it?" Marcia asked. "It's—Marcia dear, if you knew how hungry I've been for a home and home things and old dishes and neigh- bors running in and out on all sorts of everyday errands! I'm so tired of living in hotels and automobiles'. I'll be so happy over this old ankle if you'll only take me into it all!" z And then the two girls were hold- ing each other's hands, and 'Marcia was crying, "Oh, aren't snobs fool- ish!" Discussing half a dgzen 'SVilrn= friends a few days ago, guests: at a little dinner party were surprised to discover the popularity of a woman whom none had believed to have an original personality, says the ,Conti- nental edition of "The London Mail." Pleasant, kind, lively, interesting. she undoubtedly is, but it was s;; man who explained the attraction which makes her companionship desired by all her friends. "She gives rest," he said. "An'd test. is the greatest gift a woman 'has to' give. No one in Helen's presence can long be conscious of life's enoreeous disarrays; she heals. Her very'pres- ence is harmonious; she gives a sense of serenity to the restless. . That is why every one loves her." ,- Very few women are able to bestow the gift of peace on those whorl, they meetein daily life. No woman whose mind is restless, who has not accepted with gracious- ness the reconciliations between the ideal and the real, has power to give rest. For this power does not come from ,.anything as superficial as the'pose of languid ease, nor does it belong"to the quiet woman who so often is also the dull woman. Only the woman whose mind has found rest through discipline,through' courage, through strength, • can heal the wounds of the disturbed soul. Women who have this power give to their friends the assurance of se- curity. Very many women who de- light to -day displease to -morrow. One is unable to depend on their stability. But the woman who gives . rest does not change her attitudes or her con- victions or her moral standards; she is no romanticist, but because' she is in tune with life and her own setting she creates harmony around her. TWENTIETH CENTURY METHOD. Washing dishes, what a bore! Woman's drudgery, nothing more, Shake the soap (powder) have water hot— ' Turn the hose upon the lot. Rinse them well, polish the glasses, My! how fast dishwashing passes. -W. S. WHAT MARCIA DISCOVERED. The doctor had come and gone, and Evelyn was resting, and the household was quieti tg. down atter '.t41ent But up in her room fat' ing' one of the biggest tattles 'of her life. Evelyn Rogers, Marcia's "fairy princess,' for whose three-day visit Marcia had compelled the house and everyone in it to put on holiday garb, would now have to stay for ses aral weeks until she was well enough to be moved. And Uncle Garland and Aunt Lydia were- coming next week! They were dear people, but Uncle Garland did all sorts of things with his knife and fork, and Aunt Lydia said, "you was" and "ain't" and wore gingham aprons all the time. And Miss Prissy Conway would come trailing in and out, and Nelly Barnum -all the neigh- bors with their everyday grammar; and manners and interests. By a great effort Marcia had managed to keep them all away for the three days of Evelyn's visit, but nothing she could do could keep them away for three weeks. TASTY THINGS FROM GRAPES. "We have a fine harvest of grapes this year but I don't know how to use them," is often the plaint oj' many housewives. But this delicious "tangle" fruit makes excellent filling for many empty jars. These recipes are especially recom- mended by home economic specialists: Spiced Grapes -8 lbs. Concord grapes, 8 lbs. sugar, 1.% qts, vinegar, 4 tsp. each cloves, cinnamon, nutmeg and allspice. Wash and stem the grapes before weighing. Cook grapes and vinegar together until skins are tender, strain, add sugar and spices, and cook until thick. Grape Conserve -4 lbs. grapes, 6 oranges, 8 lemons, 6 lbs. sugar, 1 lb. raisins. Select, wash and stem fresh ripe grapes and heat until seeds are loosened. Pulp grapes, press through culiender to remove seeds. Peel the oranges and lemons and put the rinds through food chopper, also pulp. Combine the fruit, cover with sugar and let stand for several hours. Cook until the consistency of any conserve. Place in sterilized jars and seal, or in. jelly glasses and cover with paraffin. Green Grapes for. Pies—Many wo- men are constantly looking for a var- iety of fruit to use for _ pies during the winter months. Select grapes, wash thoroughly and stein. Place in clean jar, fill with hot water, place rubber and partially seal. Process in hot water bath for thirty minutes. Grape Juice—Wash and stem grapes. Fill can half full of grapes. Add quarter -cup of sugar and fill the can with hot water. Place rubber, spring wire but not. bale of jar, place in water bath and process for thirty minutes. Remove and seal. This makes a concentrated grape juice which can be diluted and is most refreshing. PICOT EDGE. Every housewife knows how hard it is to hold the hem to a hemstitched tablecloth after the hemstitching has begun to wear out, which invariably happens before the rest of the cloth shows much sign of wear. I found that cutting carefully through the hemstitching would give a neat picot edge which looks much prettier on my old, everyday tablecloths and nap- kins than the worn or much -mended hemstitching. I have also used this method with worn towels and handkerchiefs. -R. H. 0. Marcia sat grimly facing it all. i number of palatable, though inexpen- And because she was honest she did I sive dishes made with the peaches more; she faced herself too. Anybody chopped and used instead of raisins who does that needs to be brave, for i in fruit cake, pork -cake and puddings, he is sure to make unpleasant dis- also used them in place of dried ap- coveries. pies in a recipe for dried -apple cake "Marcia Eldridge," she said to her- and found it delicious. self, "you are a snob! As much as; Dried peaches covered with water Tess Clayton, whom you've despised I and allowed to stand for twenty-four for years. Are you actually ashamed hours, when a little sugar is added, of Uncle Garl and Aunt Lydia and makes a good sauce, tasting almost plucky Nell Barnum and all the rest like the fresh fruit. Another favor - of them! Their courage and honesty ite recipe for dessert: Soak dried and dear warm hearts don't seem to peaches until large and soft, drain, you half so big as their little slips in and spread upon squares of sponge grammar. Oh, but I despise, you, cake, top with a spoonful of whipped Marcia Eldridge, just despise you! cream.—Mrs. R.' L. I'm going to 'fess up to Evelyn this minute." Evelyn looked up anxiously as:Mar- cia opened the door. "Marcia, I'm feeling so dreadfully to put you to all this trouble! I'll take myself away was a business girl and, therefore, the first minute the doctor will let Mitea, had little time to devote to needle - I promise you that!" wo k. Her stay=at-home friends plan-) "Trouble!" Marcia retorted scorn„ nett' and showered her with dainty fully. "I've discovered something' gingham garments galore: Gingham that is trouble! I've discovered that, bungalow aprons, tea aprons, sweep-' I'mn a great big snob! I am ashamed ing caps, curtains for her bungalow of all sorts of little foolish trifles ---i windows (kitchen, batli, etc.). Of that when Uncle Garl and Aunt Lydia course, her preference for this me come you will have to be moved into tenial was known, lienee the "shower:" my room and will discover all kinds I -W. S. of makeshifts that I have been keep -3 i — ~� -- ing from you. I've found that I' hate Map of The Pas Mineral Area. DRIED PEACHES HAVE MANY USES. As my family is fond of fruit of all kinds I dried a quantity of peaches last year and was surprised at the A UNIQUE SHOWER. A gingham shower' was given re- cently for 'a little bride-to-be, She like poison to have you see the every- A map of The Pas mineral area has day dishes and clothes and the kind . of neighbors that come in and out all just been issued by the Topographical Survey of Canada, taking in a district day. Evelyn Rogers, can you ever __. 180 miles wide, and 130 miles north NURSES The Toronto Hospital for f neurabloe affiliation with Bellevue and Ailiod Heipitals New Ydrk City, offers a three nor'(' . Dourss• of Training to voting Women, baying th'd required education, and desirous of bcoothirrb' nines. _ This Hotnital has adapted tSb sight.' hour system. Tho pupils redeye urtitbrms b! ` the School, a moat* :.Ilowanoo and travelling expensed to and tram Naw 'York. car Arthdr, Information apply to the 'SUporintondent, "w�.W�waAu.vRwet.aw.r.Fa6xr�M:M.vxiM.w,pew. id,r l8aUE NO. 39—'24. and south, the southern edge of which is about twenty-five miles north of The Pas, It is compiled from surveys swede by the above organization and by the Geological Survey of Canada and presents all available geographical inforintion that inay be shown on the Seale used, that of 'one inch to six miles. ., The map may be obtained upon ap. pfieatlonto the "Topographical Survey, I7epartnient of the Interior, Ottawa. Mlnard's 'Liniment Heats- cuts, MIr ;