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HomeMy WebLinkAboutZurich Herald, 1925-12-03, Page 6The C alleng BY MELLA RUSSELL McCALLi3M. PART II. The next morning Aimee was beau- tifully penitent. She tricked tired, however. He wondered if she ever got a real healthy outing. "Ever go picknicking, Aimee?" he asked her. "I went on an automobile picnic one Sunday in August." "H -m! With thermos bottles, and a past -midnight ride down Broadway, eh?" "Why, how did you know?" - Neilsen smiled. "Will you go on a fresh -air picnic with me next Sunday? Oh, I forgot —you have a Saturday evening en- gagement." r: 'm not going to keep that date, Mr. Neilsen. I called that felkow up. I got to thinking, you were so decent not to bawl me out—and what if I didn't get around here all right Mon- day? But I didn't know you ever went out with a model." "I don't. It'll be like going out with your father." Afterward he had his qualms. How could he keep her from attaching sentimental interest to the excursion? And if she didn't, her mates would. She would tell them. She might even. boast. Many artists met their models socially, he knew. Well, the thing was done. He was going picknicking with a seventeen- year -old girl. How Adam Beith would laugh! He packed a lunch with sandwiches, none too dainty, but nourishing, and brewed a quart of coffee, adding plenty of cream and sugar to the thermos bottle. He was to meet Aimee at the ferry. She looked the youngest thing on earth. He wished she hadn't worn' a silk dress. Her small black velvet hat made her look still younger by its up the river, with a dance hold and a sophistication. She had on French- billiard room and a wine cellar. The heeled slippers. fellow's mother is in England, and the They scrambled about the woods servants are away on their vacation." for a time: but the French heels were "You're too young for such parties." "Well, I've got to do something, haven't I? You can't say I haven't been steady lately." "You've been an angel," "Yes—a jack-inthe-box angel, ready to bust out!" The day came soon when Neilsen declared'that he could: do no more to the picture. He wasn't satisfied, but he could do no more. The sea was well enough—he could see that; but the girl—was her confidence slightly superficial,, where he had intended it supreme? It must be the challenge of ignorance—for what else would challenge the sea? but it must be ab- solute, and he hadn't made it so. There was a hint of Aimee's own cynicism in his girl. He wheeled the easel to the far end of the room and pushed everything else to one side. Aimee, still in the blue drapery, clasped her hands. "It sort of makes me think of church, Mr. Neilsen, up there in the end of the . room. I could get down and worship it, honestly!" "t'i'es.' ' "I think I have prayed for it right "It's a great town. Id hate to have along," said the artist, smiling. "1 to leave it. I've had some good times have prayed to it to be good work" there, all right! I tell you, I was "Is it art, Mr. Neilsen?" homesick forst when I was out on the "I hope so, but it isn't all I wanted to road; but I guess it wouldn't miss me an" it Aimee looked puzzled.. She gazed at it several seconds longer. "Oh, yes, it would!. It's the art "And now you're finished with me!" "Yes—finished." She ran out to change her costume. "I want to thank you a thousand NURSES rhe Toronto Hospital for lnonrahiee. !o MM4Rtipn Wtth aeltevue and Allied HOW testi Kett! York atty. afters, a Vireo years' Gourn. gt Treinlne to ynuna women, having the required education, and desirous of tmellMlnt curate. This Hospital hag adepteti,,,athe eight. pour system,:"" Tpe pupas reeelee unatnrmu at ,the $chcoi, A monthly allowance and traveling expense! to end from New York; For turtha' Information inlay to the euportnashdent anyway, don't forget that you have a them, He had evidently .recognized mission now, and a fine one, Shall Nielsen's height across the crowd. He we eat the rest of our lunch?" pressed the painter's other arm. Your etchings, "Say, 1 want to get your sermon began Neil straight. Am I doing a—a service $enThey're nothing to the bonny plc for you or for `Challenge'?"tore, man!" "For art." The Scotsman choked over ' the "For `Challenge,'``you mean." words. And, because lite saw that she liked Clearly the building was doomed. the concrete, he let it go at that, The walls might hold, but the interior On the whole, Neilsen was rather was gone. Smoke beganto curl out. Neil - pleased with the excursion. The girl ofthe sestudiio was olnsthe snapped. ied aoor, had breathed pure air perforce, and The worst elf the fire was still above perhaps she had found a mental peg that. to tie to; but her utter lack of intel- "God! Look!" lectual compensations made him un- The crowd, sent up a cry of horror, easy, How long could she remain as a studio window, not yet broken, steady? swung open, and a figure emerged. i e had better get at his final can- Aimee! Barefooted—in the blue shift She stood on the sill, and she had the vas. He was ready for it now. picture It went fast. Ile knew his subject Aimee!" be.i wed Neilsen. "You so perfectly that he didn't have to little fool!" .. strain for effect. Hendricks, looking She stood still, on one . foot, head over his shoulder, whistled. A too flung up. It was the pose! Neilsen gay sea, with a hint of malice under stared, fascinated, hardly breathing; its joy. The .girl in blue, laughing, for on her face was the expression he daring the mocker. The canvas: "ilea - by had missed getting in the picture — daring three and a half feet by four real !hHe would never forget it!encs feet. Below the fireinent were spreading But. Neilsen wasn't quite satisfied, the life net. In the kinship of horror, He didn't know why. The girl was the throng was silent. A moment gay and confident. The sea was gay more Aimee held the pose. Then, with and confident. What more. -did he a gay Iaugh which all could hear, she want?" jumped. The blue drapery . was on "It's almost done, isn't it?" Aimee fire.There was a great, collective groan. asked. The firemen fought back the crowd, She took great interest in the work. fought back the three artists at the She had never before posed so long edge of the rope barrier. ' The net for one thing. strained. "1 .suppose .it - is,," Neilsen said. Adam Beith it was who: caught up "Then what, for you?" . - the picture unharmed. Neilsen step- She shrugged, and flung out her ped over the rope over the protests— arms in a yearning gesture: and picked up Aimee, With Hen - "Then, for me--one—good—timet Bricks clearing an avenue he carried her out beyond the throng. One of Hortense's friends is going to A dozen coats were whipped off to give us a house party. They're hold- make a couch for her. Neilsen laid ing it up, waiting for me to get done her down- tenderly and arranged the here. It's a swell place, fifty,' miles blue shift about her. She was still smiling—a ghost of that last gallant challenge. s- By this time Hendricks had found a physician in the crowd; but Neilsen. didn't need a physician to -tell him that Aimee was dead. How she came to be in the burning studio he never knew, though he guessed that her love of "Challenge" had drawn her there for a farewell sight of it; but she had done her last service to art when she saved his. picture. (The End.) • { e. no good for that, and she seemed re- lieved when they came to the ledge of rock that he had found the other day. Neilsen tried to talk, tut they had no- thing to talk about. They ate their lunch, reserving half for later, and he produced a popular magazine he had bought in the ferry house. She seized upon that eagerly. She sat facing the river, her knees drawn up to her chin, poring over the pictures of movie actresses. He want- ed to sketch her in a new light and a new scene; but he hadn't brought her out here to pose. He kept his hand away from his pencil and watched her. After a time she flung the maga- zine down petulantly. She had none of that tenderness which the lover of books bestows on the meanest printed page. "Oh, but a person gets tired read- ing!" she yawned. "The , little old town looks good from here, don't it?" centre of the country, you know." "I never trail much with artists, Mr. Neilsen. They're either—you know—or else they're like you, and times, Aimee," he said seriously, when let us alone." she returned. "Use me as a refer - "I don't mean that. I mean that enee. You've been a good child, He you're doing such a service for art" forced a jocose tone. Ile was feeling She turned Go on around and grinned. a bit, blue at the prospect fo. losing S !" her. When does the wonderful, house "Think of the pictures that give party begin?" "To -morrow. We're going to motor pleasure to people. They all had to out. Some time we'll have!" have models, except the landscapes. "You ought not to go, Aimee. Weld, An artist couldn't learn to paint with- do be careful." out a model." They shook hands, laughing a little. Aimee was silent. Then she tripped away. "Didn't you ever think of it in that Neilsen hada strange, empty, let - way? You give something to art that down feeling that afternoon. The plc - no g ture was done. Every one said it was no one else can --your beauty. You good, It was good, only -- think of it as just earning your liv- But no doubt he was foolish to be ing, and so it is—just as the money dissatisfied. He cleaned his brushes 1 receive for pictures is my living; but it's more than that." "I had an artist talk that way once before to me. He was drunk. I didn't sript he was perusing, preparatory • c take no stock in it; but you—my God, illustrating Hendricks had a you'll have me throwing bouquets at small car. They drove out through myself next!" Yonkers, and up the river. 'Throw all you like but remembers The passive exercise was soothing , • an it isn't. just for me—it's for ort. ! to Neilsen. He listened with half You'll be posing for other serious 1 ear to oQndricks' talk the late Octobere was landscapee work, too—pictures that will be facer and the tonic air. The fiat, let -don feeling. departed. They dined'. at an inn, and drove home in the early evening. When they were within a few blocks of the.studio they heard fire engines. Presently Where Prison Means Honor. Prison life in this country -has lost maker. Price of the book 10 cents the copy. HOW TO ORDER PATTERNS. SMART BOLERO COSTUME. The Spanish bolero has come into its own this season, and is smartly little star you see way up there is very interpreted in the frock pictured here. Much bigger than this whole tjaath?" Figured crepe fashions the .under- ...Then why doesn't it keep the rain bodice, and narrow braid makes a off us?" she asked. neat finish for the collar, cuffs and: edge of the bolero which iipples`Dlaeross Joan., aged six, and Kathleen, aged the front only. The back is in one piece, and has two wide tucks either eight, were having an argument as to side of the centre back running from who was the taller. the neck to the hem. The front of "Of course you are not as tall as 1 the skirt has an inverted plait, while am," said Kathleen. "You are only as a narrow belt covers the joining of high as my shoulder." the skirt .and the bodice. The bolero Yes' admitted Toon; ebut your teat may be omitted and the dress made don't go down any farther than mine; all ofone material; or a pretty effect so I'm as tall as you that way obtained by lining the• bolero with >,a ity ways -SIV41016` Tae choice teas used exclusive• ly in Salado yield: richly of their - deliciotis goodness., Sax Salads'. 8718 BRIGHT REMARKS THE CHILDREN MAKE It waa Teddy's first term at school, "Why one man did all the work, and. and his mother had been telling the then another man came around ands rit;h old 'uncle how well the boy was got all the money." getting along with his studies and how dearly lie loved hie school. 'Jimmy is three years old and very;.. "Well, my little clan," asid the fond. •of telling his dreams at the uncle, "i'what do you do in school all breakfast table. -One morning his+ day?" father, thinking to apply an intelligent, "I wait till it's time to go, home,". test, .said: "But, Jimmy, I don't. be-, was Teddy's matter of faot reply. lieve yilu know what a dream 4s." Jimmy's 'answer came quick and"" A school girl who was asked to de- sure. "Yes, I do. It's moving pictures! fine drawing replied: while you're asleep." "It is just thinking and then mark- er to a museum of natural history, ands ,•« Dick had had his first lesson in as- he was particularly interested in the tronomy and when he came home from big stuffed animals. school he began to enlighten his small "Well, Johnny;_ where have you been sister on the mystery of the stars, this afternoon?" asked his father -when; "Do you know" he said,.. that the he got home. ' "To a wlindea'ful place,. dad " ex -1 claimed Johnny. "Mother took me to a dead circus.'.,' ing round the think with a pencil:' Jo hnny had been taken by his moth -1 figured material and making the col- A little girl had been to church for lar and cuffs of it. No. 1229 is in, the first time. On returning home her sizes 16, 18 and 20 years (34, 36 and mother asked her what she thought of 38 inches bust) . Size 18 years (36 the service. bust) requires 4% yards of 36 -inch,„ I liked it very much,” she replied, or 2% yards of -'b4-inch; for dress but there was one thing I didn't think niade all of one material. When the was'fair." blouse is made of contrasting material What was Ghat, dear?"asked' the % yard is required, with 3% yards of m r' 86 -inch, or 2% .yards of 64 -inch plain "What makes that new •baby. at your home cry so much, Tommy?" "If you -had all your hair off," -was Tommys reply; "end your teeth out' and your legs were so weak you' couldn't stand on them, I guess you'd feel like crying, too." "Here is an apple, Sam," said hies' mother. "Divide it with your sister and be generous." "How shall I be generous, mamma?" asked.Sam, grasping the apple. "Why, always give the,, larger part to the other person, my child." Sam thought a few minutes in .sil-i. encs Then he handed his sister the,. apple. "Here, Ethel, you heard what moth -1 er said. You divide it, 'stead of me." Material for the remainder of the performance twenty times upon. the dress. Price. 20 cents. principal dayef the fair. He has been Our Fashion Book, illustrating the examined by some of the doctors• here, newest and most practical styles,.. will weer have warned him that he must -be of.'interest to every home dress- give up swallowing the boiling oil or, he will ruin his digestion. He replied that he knew. that he would have a short life. He had tried other ex- pedients to gain a livelihood, but had failed; he was driven to this by prava necessitas.' many of the terrors, but the "prison taint" remains.. We are still very far removed from the point of view' of the natives of West Africa, who consider a term of imprisonment in one of the Government prisons the greatest hon- or that could be conferred on them. In this part of the world convict la- bor is almost universally employed for such tasks as road -making, laying out public gardens, and building houses. In' addition, householders who want any kind of job done are in the habit of sending to the town prison, which will supply =a gang of competent con- victs' in charge of a warden to carry out the work. As a result, the West African gets it into his woolly head that he has been specially selected to render ser- vice to the Government, and, when he is released and returns to his own home and friends, his prestige among them is enormous. In fact, one man who had had his sentence shortened, because of his -good conduct, took the resptte as a great insult and inquired what he had done that he should be turned out before the proper time. One reason for this queer notion is that prisons, with ideal Sanitary ar- rangements, separate beds for each inmate, and three means a day, are palaces of splendor and delight eom- pared with the average native hut, with its mud floor and squalid sur- roundings. . and decided to go out for the rest of the day. He hunted up Hendricks, and drag - d him away from the book mama thee mine, Idon't doubt " "You talk so queer; it scares me— as if I had a—a duty!" "I'm not sure but you have; but after a few years I'd like to see you Marry some nice fellow and settle they found the crowd so large that down." they lead to park -the car and 'proceed Aimee squared her shoulders and on foot. shook her head hard. Then they saw that it was Neilsen's "Not for mine! 1 saw alLt he mar- building that was burning. A choking sodden ra a filled Neil • sen 1 His The injustice of t best Neil - tied life I want to before I ��eft samet� " ci "But what will you do?" "I can take are of Myself!" "But, child------" "I should worry about the- futurel I'll manage." "You can't g&• at things that way, Aimee. You've got to have some plan." "That girl in ''Challenge -has she work! All his patient, inspired labor. Hendrick's grasp on his arm tight- ened. The firemen had roped off the crowd. One was running along shout - in f 'No rause for alar -r=um! Iver) wan is outi" "'Tis nothing but a la av impar Write your name and address plain- ly, .giving. number and size of such patterns as you want. 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. A Real Fire -Eater. Some of the performances that one. sees at fairs or circus sideshows -are so inexplicable that the spectator usually takes it for granted that they are not What they appear to be. Knife- snxallowing and fire-eating are ac- complishments which it is hard to con- vince the ordinary observer are any- thing but sleight.of.hand. Yet we find in Rev. S. Baring -Gonad's delightful. Reminiscences a story of his sojourn in Freiburg, Germany, which shows that he was convinced that one fakir, at leatt, did exactly what he pretended to do. "Perhaps the most curious exhibi- tion at the fair was this --a man strip- ped save for a pail• of drawers and a sleeveless jersey, who called himself the Modern,Pluto, and performed with red -hoot irons, in a -manner in explicable to me. I was close to him and saw that there was no deception. He first got an iron scraper, about the size of a bee -iron, which was heated red hot in a charcoal fire that was kept burn- ing at my feet, and in which several irons were glowing. With this he scraped his arm, legs, both his cheeks and throat. The white ash from the iron fluttered about, and some fell on my sleeve. Then he took a rod -hot poker and licked it with hiss tongue until the iron cooled. To make sure that there was no deception, I tried to touch it, but had to withdraw niy finger pretty smartly, and an English friend of mine standing by lit his cigar at the poker after it had left the tongue of Pluto, Strange Occurrence. "How did the accident happen?" "Mistook a puncture -proof tire for a life-preserver—and went .down." A Mozartian Reason. Chilblain Time. In a few weeks the chilblain season will open. If you are a sufferer; you know from painful experience what chilblains feel like, But do you know what causes them? Most people are under the impres- sion that the causes are external-- cold xternal-cold weather, snow, frost, and so on. That, however, is wrong. The causes of chilblains are internal. A chilblain is merely the outwarv! and visible re- sult of a wrong internal condition— stagnant blood, poor circulation, wrong or poor nutrition. Nutrition, it must be remembered, does not depend on the quantity of food eaten, but on its quality and suitability to winter conditions. Those who get plenty of 'exercise, who clothe themselves warmly, and eat nutritious "heating" food,) never get chilblains. The clothing, by the way, must be loose, for tight boots, tight gloves) or anything that impedes the circulation is certain to produce chilblains, Porridge, fat bacon, drip- ping, and so on are "heating" foods: There is no external cure for ail - blains, but the following is the ap- proved medical remedy for broken. ones: Coptiba (one ounce) and methy- lated collodion (three ounces] applied night and morning. High Flnanee. Then the man took a thin fiat iron bar, red hot, and worked at it with his teeth till he had bitten off a piece about three-quarters of an inch long, which he spat down from his mouth. Next he trod on red-hot plates., but I, did not think 6o much of this, as he A young composer vent to : Mozartonly drew his . feet direr them one aa aerie day end asked how' he should set without resting his s .. weight. 11Polhe them. ..l about Writing a symphony, A 'yin- L y, swallowed. a coupleof phony!" -.- exclaimed Mozart -- You are much too young for that." But, spoonfuls of .boiling oil. This; seemed matter," objected the youngster, "you, to be a greater effort than the rent of had written many symphonies. before the perfoamante, for his face turned yaii were nit' age, "Yea," replied the purple, and drops of sweat stood on great composer, "but I didn't need to ask how it was done." In other words, he did it because it was in hiin to de a plan?" stooclin places that's burni»'," went en it, lNon'sense That's different." a the cheerful firefighter. his forehead. I was too `close to the inan--I could touch h)m with my head --for any deception to be practiced, Ali this, moreover, went on for eight ' diff t" ' t days from eleven a.m, till late at night, he knew it wasn't different, 'Well, Suddenly Adam Beith po,uxced on When 'hoarse use weenie, Liniment. 1 was told that he went through the Mrs. Newlywed—"And how moth are these crackers?" Grocer -"Twenty-seven cents a pound, 'ma'am." Mrs. N,;—"Oh, that's. too much: going to get them at Blood's." (Blood's is four blocker away', She leaves, but returns in a few minutes. Mrs. N. "Oh, they are twenty-eight eents a pound:there, and yours are, only twenty-seven, so I'm going to get yours' cloocer—"How much din you want?" Mrs. N;—"Half a pound!" Its better .to be able to look back to a day well lived than ahead to a month of promises. Had to Foot It Up. Wifie—"John, I went down and paid my milliner's bill today." Hubby—"Well, did you foot it up?" 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