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Zurich Herald, 1919-06-13, Page 6xxd Qualit Tea, properly brewed, takes away fatigue, and is :, hsahitepy lummless, as a daily beverage - T � Y once, andyou'll never forsake its use. ELIZABL1 nasnaranauurasemasigatesenr..---saux.... 'S LITER By IDA M . I,UDD. PART IL "Elizabeth." There was a world of mingled re- proach and heart -break in the cry. The sound of his own voice awoke him. Mabel was bending over him; his hand was clutching the ends of her silken auto -scarf. "Oh, Chester! you frightened me so! What were you dreaming?" she exclaimed. "I thought you were at Alice's," he sa d, with a forced smile, "Alice was so much better that I came home early. Do tell me why you addressed Elizabeth so dramat- ically." "Mab," he said evasively, "coup: you arrange to run up and visit mo- ther and the girls for a couple of days?" "I suppose so. Have you answered Elizabeth's letter yet?" "No, but via, her and I wish you would go. You could take her the money for the machine and rind out if mother is all right." "You saw Elizabeth! Where ? Chester Mason, you are not awake yet!" She listened attentively to the; story of his dream. "The installation supper must have been too sumptu-1 was her matter-of-fact eom- i hent. "But I had a better plan than yours,' she continued. "Let me stay with the store and you go up and tell Mother Mason and the girls that you have come to bring thele here to live with us. I've been thinking it over for a long time, Chester. It really isn't safe for them to be liv- ing - alone in that out-of-the-way place.• Suppose Elizabeth should fall sick, and she isn't very strong, you know." "But are you able to take the added care?" "Certainly! Elizabeth would take the care of Mother Mason and Livy 1 because she knows how better than I do. We could do our sewing to- I gether and she could write to her heart's content. Shall we arrange it in that way?" ifbN YOURSELF ATS JUST sl ..1/4 k OF NA IAN r S Ea. CVVERNMMT MAIM F rte UTY W. LAi' KUMITIMMOf.iRBAI. 40.4 a ., W.* W N.N6 iSiS,'�w ' ,.tee ' ' "Why, yee," he agreed, if another and the girls will consent. We may be reckoning without our host, you know " "This is Friday," Mabel continued, elaborating her pian. "You could go • up to -morrow and stay over Sunday and—oh, Chester, next Sunday will be Mothers' Day! Wduldn't Mother Macon be delighted? You must take he; some flowers, and be sure to wear one in her honor on Sunday. I wish I could go with you, but I believe I must give that day to my own mo ther." It seemed to Chester Mason like a repetition of hisedream as he walked up the path to the old home that Saturday evening, carrying a large sheaf of carnations and ferns. The light shone out from the kitchen; he caught the perfume of apple blos- soms and saw their whiteness through the gathering dusk. The kitchen door stood open. Eliza- beth was putting away the supper dishes. Livy was sitting near the table knitting on a rug of "hit-and- miss" rags. As Chester was about to rap she spoke, apparently in answer to a re- mark from her sister. "You needn't worry about our hear- ing from Chet. He forgot all about us as soon as father was buried." Then she wheeled her chair sharp- ly around as a voice said: "No, he didn't, Livy, although you have had a eight to think so." "Why, Chester Mason!" she gasp- ed, and amazement forbade her fur- ther utterance. Elizabeth came forward with both hands extended and there was no lack of welcome in word, tone, or manner. "Where is mother?" Chester asked with a sensation akin t� that of his dream. "She went to her room a few min- utes ago. She is quite well." "You brought these for her," Eliza- beth continued, lifting the flowers, which her brother had laid on the table. He nodded. "To -morrow is Mo -- there' Day, you know." There were tears in Elizabeth's eyes as she said, "Oh, Chester, how thoughtful of you! And we were afraid you had forgotten!" "See here, 'Beth!" he exclaimed, lapsing into the old-time, brotherly familiarity, "I'm just going to tell you the truth! I wasn't thoughtful. I would never have remembered that the second Sunday in May was Mo- thers' Day if it hadn't been for that blessed little wife of nine. She sent me up here and told me to bring the flowers and all the rest of it. She would have come with me only she wanted to give her own mother the benefit of. Mothers' Day." "Well, good for her!" was Livy's emphatic comment. "The dear little soul," Elizabeth said. "Aren't they beautiful, Livy?" and she held the flowers before her sister. She brought a vase for them and then went to mother's room to tell libr that someone whom she would like to see had called. A few mo- ments later the door opened -and. mother herself came out with an air of mystified expectancy, which chang- ed at once to joyful welcome, as her big, strong "baby" clasped her in his arms. And so it came about that one de- lightful June evening, Mother Mason found herself laughing and exying with Livy and Elizabeth in Mabel's charming living room and declaring that now she was perfectly happy. And when they sat down at the daintily appointed tea -table and Chester, with an instant's embarras- sed hesitation, bowed his head and reverently asked a blessing on this first meal together in his home, she ° said softly, "My cup runneth over." "You won't need your sewing ma- p chine now, Beth," Mabel said as she was showing her sister-in-law through her beautiful home that evening; you may use nine whenever you. wish. But I will show you where you are to carve out your future," Shn led the wav un the broad sta,ir- ease and opened the door of a pretti- ly furnished room with two large, white -draped windows, between which stood a handsome desk, "This is your den," she said, "and we expect you to lift the name of Mason out of obscurity right over there between those two windows," And Elizabeth is doing her hest, (The end.) "B -R -R• H I" A Zealous Senegambian Who Mistook a Friend For An Enemy. Not all perils that Allied officers en- countered in France were from the enemy. So, at least, Lieut. Charles Bateman of the A. E. Sc, reported with feeling, after a little experience that ('apt. Swan relates in My Company. He was returning in the side car of a motor cycle from a trip in search of dugouts for some of the men who were going up later to a new position. It was dusk, and on reaching a stretch of road where he had been warned that a German sniper concealed in a wood near by had recently shot a sen- try he gave the word to his driver for full speed ahead. The car dashed for- ward; but at the next village a senti- nel in French uniform leaped to the middle of the road, and the officer re- membered that the place had that day been taken over by the French. He leaned cut and hastily gave the pass- word for that night: "Abbeville Al- bert " The sentinel, Capt. Swan relates, stood there in a crouching position at "Charge bayonets!" Charley after- wards swore that that piece of sharp steel was four feet long.` In answer to his password the sentinel merely shook his bayonet and said, "B -r -r -h!" "No monsieur, you don't understand. Le snot est Abbeville Albert." Again came the determined shake of the bayonet and "B -r -r -h!" Declining his driver's suggestion that the man was crazy and they had better ride him down, the officer got out to explain. He went up to the end of the steel pigsticker, leaned over it and discovered that the French sentry was as black as night. In. his very best French he commanded: "Appelez vous, s'il vous plait, le -Ca- poral de Garde, ou le Sergent, ou les Ofifciers, ou somebody!" The only reply was anotjer "B -r -r -h! " The sentinel was a newly arriked Senegambian, who could speak neither French nor English, but he was very much on the job. Lieut. Bateman had picked up a word or two of Senegam- bian from the French troops; but he was not sure of their meaning and dared not try thew lest they Weald be "cuss words." He reached for nils papers, but -they were in his hip .pock- et, and the moment his right hand moved toward it the Senegambian sus- pected a weapon. He flourished his bayonet, cocked his rifle. and uttered many and menacing "B-r-r-h's." It was no use. The lieutenant put up his hands above his head. Filially a wagon train hove in sight corning down the hill, and the officer shouted to them to keep away—and send some one quick to "get a regular Frenchman to come down here and tell this black fellow that I am one of his pals. Hurry up, for I don't think I have very long to live!" For the ten minutes of the messen- ger's absence he waited, with the steel pigsticker resting on his rotund stomach, with the rifle behind it cocked, and a wild, determined Afri- can soldier behind that, When the "regular Frenchman" at Iast arrived, the sentry cheerfully removed his bayonet, grinned, and cane to present arms—a salute rettirned with infinite relief by the United States officer. TORONTO HAS NOW HER OWN CREATOR OF FASHIONS. Toronto has made another step to- wards becoming the recognized centre of Fashions for Canada, for it will now have its own Creator of Fashions in the person of Suzanne Berique, who has been established in Paris for some years and who enjoyed the patronage of many of Paris' foremost society women, including many Americans. The following arg some of the lead- ers she was privileged to dress: La Baronne de Bethune. La Vicomtisse de Sampignit. Madame Vanderbilt. Madame de Castanet, Mademoiselle Harrison, etc. Temporary apartments have been secured at 105 Moor St. West, Toronto, where slie will open an establishment catering to the very highest class of dressmaking in all its branches, in- eluding ladies' lingerie, gowns, man- tles, etc. She will create new models or design special gowns for any per- son desiring exclusiveness. In order to protect her art and patrons from un- scrupulous persons who would faisely claim to wear her creations, a trade mark and serial number is sewn in every garment and a complete record f same is kept. Hours, 2 to 5 p.m. Please write or telephone for an ap- ointment. For no consideration nor for any money will a new creation or especially designed gown be dupli- cated for any one else, She will be to Canada what Worth is to Paris, Dust shelves with red pepper and borax or powdered lime to destroy red ants, SLEEPING METHODS. • The Nations of the Earth Differ Wide- ly in Bedtime Customs. Different nationalities woo t'he fickle goddess of sleep in different ways. Europeans and Americans like a Soft pillow under the head. The Japanese, stretclfing himself on a rush mat on the floor, huts a'liard, square block of wood under his head, and does not sleep if he does not have it. In China the beds are very low, scarcely rising from the floor; but they are often carved exquisitely of wood. The Russian likes no sleeping place so well as the top of the big soapstone stove in the dwelling, and, crawling out of this blistering bed in the morning, he delights in taking a Plunge in a cold stream, even it he has to break through the ice to do so, 1'n Lapland the native crawls. head and all, into a bag made of reindeer - skin. The East Indian, at the other end of the world, also has a sleeping - bag, but it is more porous than the Laplander's, and its purpose is to keep its occupants waren. The German not only sleeps. on a feather bed, but underneath one as well. All grades, Write for prices. TORONTO SALT WORKS G. J. CLIFF - - TORONTO His Fate. Mrs. Shrew --What would you have been if it were not for my money? 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MORE PAY DAYS COtrPow Chief of Subscription Staff, National Culture Association, Ltd., 130-131 Coristine Bldg., Montreal Dear Sir: I can stand more pay days. show me how to get them. Name Please Address Imperial Eureka Harness Oil —soaks into leather. Keeps water out. Prevents drying and cracking. Keeps harness strong, soft, pliable—lengthens its useful life and saves money. Comes in convenient sizes. Imperial Eureka Harness Oiler —simply and convenient. Should be in every barn. Imperial Mica Axle Grease —keeps the metal spindle from contact with th -lining. Coats both with aWirretri cover- ing of mica and the finest grease. Kills friction and makes axles and wheels last longer and run easier. Helps the horse and saves wagon repairs. Sold in many sizes --1 lb. to barrels, 44- -qral :.� M C' :i Kl F A5 til 4) na • 4 vee. e. Egr' Thousands of the best housekeepers have discovered that using half sugar and half Lily While Corn Syrup makes preserving more tans' formly successful. To start with, the consistency is bound loo be just right from the very nature of the syrup; there is no clan n el of the preservescrystallizing; the syrup brings out the natural flavour of the fruit; the keeping quality is excellent and the preserved do not have the cloying sweet- ness of all sugar. For better preserves, use Lily White Coria Syrup, Sold by Grocers everywhere --in 2, 5, 10 and 20 pound tins. The Canada Starch Company, Limited Montreal 200 of � ,.i. :sh i—✓r)1, 074. ::::Mit I 1 i• ,�' 4 •11.11 li ill I � 4it ! ,7 �is il ii :11,' jii rm;ieYar BRI) GING THE PACER IC 6C ifsN BOGISLOF IS NEWEST PIER OP' THE LAND BRIDGE Behring San Will Eventually Be Con- verted Into Dey Land' by Deposit of Silt From Yukon River. The. War has taught us much more about geography than we ever knew before. Among other things, we have learned that the German Ocean (com- monly called the North Sea) is not an ocean at all in the ordinary sense of the word, but merely a vast shal- low pond. Just such another pond is Behring Sea—a shallow piece of salt water that .is becoming steadily shallower., owing to the deposition on its bottom of enormous quantities of silt emptied into it by one of the greatest rivers. in the world, the Yukon. At no very distant period the whole of Behring Sea will be convert- ed into dry land, Even now we can see the process going on. The detri- tus brought down by the Yukon is doing exactly what is accomplished in cities, where the refuse dumps eventually form great areas •of new ground for the extension of streets and the -foundations of houses. Filling Up Ocean lied. n s f f The river is a land maker, and i the last century has added thousand of square miles to the territory o Alaska. It has built the whole o the ,immense Yukon Delta, and ha made the waters off shore so shallow that even small vessels can hardly get within sight of the coast. When Behring Sea has become Behring Land, it will be an extremely valuable piece of real estate. Its soil will be of high fertility, and- its cli- mate will be so far modified by the great warm currents of the Pacific (corresponding to the Gulf Stream in the Atlantic, and flowing near what will then be the coast) as to encour- age settlement. In the meantime an even more striking, and much more rapid, geo- logic change is taking place in the same region A land bridge is in process of binding that will eventu- ally connect the new world with the old, joining Alaska to ICamschatka. A glance at a map will chow that the southern boundary of Behring Sea is marked by a string of islands extending clear across from the Am- erican shore to that of Asia. These islands the so-called Aleutian chain, supplemented by islands belonging to Russia—are, so to speak, the piers of the bridge that is to be. The whole string is slowly but steadily rie.ing—a phenomenon which geologists attribute to gradual fold- ing up of the earth's crust along that line. There are many gaps, but these are being filled in. Every now and then a new island pops up out of the sea in that region, helping 'toward the completion of the bridge. New Pier for Land Bridge. - Not very long ago an island sud- denly arose from the ocean between Unalaska and Umnak. In the night a strange fire was seen, illuminating the sea brightly for many-- miles around. Finally a black rock rose up amid steam and smoke, and grad- ually it grew until it presented the aspect of a pyramid 1500 feet high. The name Bogislof was bestowed upon it. Another look at the map, and you will see that the southwestern tip of Alaska extends as an elongated peninsula far in the direction of Asia. It is the American abutment, nay, rather, the eastern section of the fu- ture land -bridge, already finished and ready. Over that bridge our descend- ants may some day travel directly by rail all the way froth Halifax to Paris, and via Paris to London, through the tunnel beneath the Eng- lish Channel that is soon to connect France with England. King George's First Speech. Here is a story of the King, says an English writer, which inay never have been in print before, as it has just been told to me by a correspondent who was in Ceylon at the time the in- cident occurred. H.M.S. Bacchante put in at Colombo with Princes George and Albert Victor on board. When their Royal Highnesses decided to pay a visit to Kandy, the ancient capital of the island, all the planters in the district struck work and, taking the horses out, of the carriage which niet the Royal party. dragged the carriage themselves through the streets, Prince Albert Victor acceptei the situation, and bowed and salaamed, but not so Prince George. who Caen a typical m!dshipmite of four- teen. He stood up and made what was probably his first pablic • epee ;:h. "It's awfully. good of yon fallowee" he I exclaimed, "b it you knave, the hltaes would do a jolly els-let hat air!"