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Zurich Herald, 1919-09-26, Page 64: snow^",.,1m...4u,warmomr.===raluz---.zu....,m0—z.mcommz-E,wag.expro- ' • t- ,,,,,, THE SWALLOW By MARY RAYMOND SHIPMAN ANDREWS, sav d vril Bovril used in the Kitchen mewls dollars saved in the Bank. It Makes nourishing hot dishes out of cold food which would not otherwise he eaten. But see that you get the real thing. If it is not in tha Bovril bottle it is not Bovril. And it was/ be Bovril. .01.11...••••••••••••*•••••••••••••••40,10.1. 1. The Chateau Frontenac at Quebe is a turreted pile of masonry wander ing down the cliff over the very eel Tars of the ancient Castle et St. Louis A twentieth-century hotel, it simu lates well a mediaeval fortress an lifts against the cold blue norther sky an atznosphere of history. 01( voices whisper about its towers an sound above the clanging hoofs in it paved court; deathless names are in the wind which blows from the "fieuve," the great St. Lawrence River far below. Jacques Cartier's voice was heard hereabouts away back in 1539, and efter him others, Champlain and Frontenac and Father Jogues and Mother Marie of the Conception and Montcalm—upstanding fighting men and heroic women and hardy discover- ers of New France walked about here once, on the "Rock" of Quebec; there is romance here if anywhere on earth. To -day a new knighthood hails that past. Uniforms are thick in steep streets; men are wearing them with empty sleeves, on crutches, or maybe whole of body yet with racked faces which register a hell lived through. Canada guards heroism of many v',ntages, from four hundred years back through the years to Wolfe's time, and now a new harvest. Cen- turies from now children will be told, with the story of Cartier, the tale of Vimy Ridge, and while the Rock stands the records of Canadians in' France will not die. Always when I go to the Chateau I get a table, if I can, in the ernallers dining room. There the illusion of1 antignity holds through modern lux- ury; there they have hung about the, walls portraits of the worthies of old! Quebec; there Samuel Champlain him -I eeli, made into bronze and heroic of I size, aloft on his pedestal on the ter- race outside, lifts his plumed hat and! stares in at the narrow windows, turn- ing his back an the river and the lower city. One disregards waiters in swal- low -tails and up-to-date table appoint- ments, and one looks at Champlain and the "fleuve," and the Isle d'Or - leans lying long and low, and one thinks of little ships, storm -beaten, creeping up to this grim bigness ig- norant of continental events trailing hi their wake. A. sense of dreamless sleep dist from the naine. One remembers su nights, and the, fresh world of t awakening in the neorning. The are ,such days. There are days whi ripple past as a night of sleep a leave a worn brain at the end wi the same satisfaction of renewa white days. Crystal they are, like t water of streams, as musical an eventless; as elusive of description the ripple over rocks or brown poo foaming. The days and months and years a life race with accelerating Race an youth goes and age comes as the day race, but one is not older for the whit days, The clock stops, the blood run faster, furrows in gray matter smoot out, time forgets to put in tiny crow' feet and the extra gray hair a cla or to withdraw by the hundredth of a ounce -the oxygen from the veins; on ils Silage From Shock Corn. eh Every fall some people are delayed he in getting their elle,* completed in re time to fill directly from the field. In eh snailcases, they. can cut and ahock rui their corn and put it into the silo th 1; he cl as Is of d 0 li 5- Y, n I was on my way to camp in a enth grows no older for the days spent out e a hundred miles north of the gray- of doors. Allah does not count them. - walled town when I drifted into the It was days like these which hope - little dining room for dinner one night held ahead as I paid earnest attention . in early September in 1918, The head to the good food set before rne. And - waiter was an old friend; he mine to behold, beetle the pleasant vision of d meet me and piloted nue past a table- hope rose a happy -minded sister call - n ful of military color, four men in ed memory. She took the word "Hur- 1 service uniforms. on," this kindly spirit, and played d "Some high officers, sir," spoke the magic, with it, and the walls of the s head waiter. "In conference here, I Chateau rolled into rustling trees and believe. There's a French officer, and running water. :in English, and our Canadian General I was sitting, in my vision, in flan - Sampson, and one of your generals, nel shirt and knickerbockers, on a sir." log by a little river, putting together I gave my order and sat back to fishing tackle and casting an eye, off study the group. The waiter had it and on, where rapids broke cold over straight; there was the horizon -blue rocks and whirled into foam -flecked, of France; there was the Englishman shadowy pools. There should be trout tall and lean and ruddy and expres- in those shadows. sionless and handsome; the Canadian "Take the butt, Rafael, while 1 more of our own cut, with a mobile, string the line." Rafael slipped acrosa-e.-still in my vision of memory—and was holding my rod as a rod should be held, not too high or too low, or too far or too der -general on his shoulders. The near—right. He was an old Huron, beginnings of my dinncr went fast, a chief of Indian Lorette, and woods - but after soup there was a lull before craft was to him as breathing. greater food, and I paid attention "A varry light rod," commented again to my neighbors. They were Rafael in his low voice which held talking in English. no tones out of harinony 'With water ! "A Huron of Lorette—does that in streams or wind in trees. "A varry mean a full-blooded Indian of the light, good rod," paying meanwhile alert face. The American had his back to me and all I could see was an erect carriage, a brown head going to gray and the one etar of a briga- 1 Huron tribe, such as one reads of in strict attention to his job. "M'sieur Parkman?" It was the Englishman go haf a luck to -day. I t'ink m'sieur who asked, responding to something go catch a berg feesh on dat river. I had not heard. Water high enough—not too high. "There's no such animal as a eau_ And cold." He shivered a little. "Cold blooded Huron," stated the Canadian. last night—varrn cold nights begin "They're all French -Indian half_ now. Good hun-ting wedder." breeds now. Lorette's an interesting "Have you got a moose ready. for scrap of history just the same. You me on the little lake, Rafael? It's the know your Parkman. You remember 1st of September next week and 1 how the Iroquois followed the defeated expect you to give rne a shot hefOre Hurons as far as the Isle d'Orleans, the 3rd." out there?" He nodded toward where Rafael nodded. "Oui, m'sieur. First the big island lay in the darkness of day." The keen -eyed, aquiline old the St. Lawrence. "Well, what was face was as of a prophet, "We go get left after that chase took refuge fif- moose first day. I show you." With that the laughter -loving Frenchman in him flooded over the Indian hunter; for a second the two inheritances nlay- ed like colors in shot silk, producing an elusive fabric, Rafael's charm. "if nights get so colder, m'sieur go need mooseskin keep him warm." I was looking over my flies now, the book open before me, its fascinating pages of color more brilliant than an old missal, and maybe as filled with religion—the peace of God, charity which endureth, love to one's neighbor. I chose Parniachene Belle for hand - fly, always good in Canadian waters. "A mooseskin hasn't much warmth, has it Rafael?" Theh- 1 Spaghetti with To 1811) SEM aad CheeSe 55 LISge3 el kneet!ea (.7ea serelea rend mete • t a w r H T t a ti w ra m m B sh a to sp se lis on iTi 13 za een miles north of Quebec, and found- ed what became and stayed the village of Indian Lorette. There are now bout five or six hundred people, and Vs a nation. Under its own laws, ealing by treaty with Canada, not ubject to draft, for instance. Queer, sn't it. They guard their identity igilantly, Every one, man or woman, ho marries into the tribe, as they eligiously call it, is from then on a uron. And only those who have Huron blood may own land in Lorette. he Hurons were, as Parkman put it, he gentlemen of the savages,' and he tradition lasts. The half-breed of o -day is a good sort, self-respecting nd brave, not progressive, but intelli- ent, with pride in his inheritance, his ourage, and woodscraft." The Canadian facing me, spoke dis- nctly and much as Americans speak; caught every word. But I missed hat the French general threw back pidly. I wondered why the French - an should be excited. 1 myself was terested because my guides, due to eet me at the club station to- orrow, were all half-breed Hurons. ut why the French officer ? What ould a Frenchman of France know bout backwaters of Canadian his- ry? And with that he suddenly oke slowly, and I caught several ntenees of incisive if halting Eng - h. "Zey are to astonish, ze Indian Hur- g. For ze sort 'of work special- ent, as like scouting on a stomach, uviek, ver' qu-vick, and ver' quiet. y dark places of danger. One sees t nozzing at all al -frightens zose unt er was ac t, hawk-eyed. "But yes, m'sieur. Mooseskin one time safe me so I don' freeze to death. But it hol' me so tight so I nearly don' get loose in de morning." (To be continued.) Cards. Most people are under the impres- sion that cards were first invented to distract the melancholy Charles the Sixth of France, but as a matter of fact, no one can tell how long they have been in existence. There is a pack in the British Mu- seum known to be over a thousand years old, and. there were Japanese and Chinese cards in the twelfth cen- tury. In the year 1420 everybody gambled with cards, and such stirring sermons were preached against this vice that many people brought their cards to be burnt in the market -place, The 44ermans have always been Hurongs. Also zey are alike snakes, great, cgrd players, the suits originally being Hearts, Leaves. Knowitig their contempt for Bells, Acorns, ana' one cannot catch zern—zey slide; zey are slippy. To me it is teradmire at courage ineat—iiereonnel—seIfeesh— becauae an Iluerdng ede my life dere is six raorit'e when ze Bodies make ze drive of ze mont' of March." At this moment food arrived in a flurry of waiters and I log what came after. But I had forgotten Chateau Frontertac; 1 had forgotten file group of officers, serious and responsible, who sat on at the next table. I had forgotten even the war. A word had sent ray mind roaming,. "Huron!" Memory and hope of that repeated word rose and flew away with me. Hope first. To -morrow I was due to drep civilization and its tethers, ., "Allah does not court the days spent out of doors." In Walter Patex's story of, "Marius the Epicurean" one reads of a Roman country -seat called "Ad Vigillas Albaa," "White Nights." WOMen, one is not Surprised t� 1iu there were no queens kt the pack, only knaves and kinge, After the French Revolution kings were left out and Miliere, La Fontaine, Voltaire, and Rousseau filled their places. For the queens there were Venus, Fortune, Ceres, and Minerva. Recently the writer was shown a pack of cards brought over by a prisoner of war from Germany, and all the knaves were Gorman generals. Rather ap- propriate—what? The world is finding that it is easier to tear down nations with the cannon than to build them up with the ballot, The latter can be clone, thou gh, 7ditard's nintent for sale everywhere, later. Opinions of men who have used ail - age made of shock corn: (1) It is a satisfactory feed and animals find it more palatable and appear to do bet- ter than when fed shock corn, (2) Silage made in this way is not equal to that made by putting corn into the silo at the proper stage, (8) Re- filling a silo in the middle of the win- ter with corn, fodder prevents the loss in feeding value which occurs when fodder is left in the .shock. (4) It is more convenient to feed from the silo than from the shock. (5) Cattle eat more of the. stalk in the form of silage. It is doubtful if putting dry corn fodder into the .silo will ever become a general practice on account of the large amount of water required to put it in proper condition. ' When a silo is not completed in time tis plan is recommended. \\, Mtfinard's Diniment Curse Dandruff. MOM GaZir .1 or 7 All grades. Write for prices. TORONTO SALT WORKS O. J. CLIFF • • TORONTO _ • - Gives Stovepipes and Radiators 8 a Silver-hke finish For Sale by AU Dealers r .4e 31 ers By cleaning or dyeing—restore any articles to their former appearance and return them to you, good as new. Send anything from household draper- ies down to the finest of delicate fabrics. We pay postage or express charges one way. When you think of r Think of Parker's. e.aet Parcels may be sent Post or Express. We pay Carriage one way on all orders. Advice upon Cleaning or Dyeing any ar- ticle will be promptly given upon request. Parker's Dye orks united Cleaners and Dyers, 791 Yoiige St. Toronto iasuaaas .A0wInte...WAY0,1444,41r3VAst,, !OrriAtift'AgPlt.U-IVelfitigioN,S4.141 21414A41 rp er111 H. If Lily White and Half S gar You will have wonderful success with your preserves if you follow the example of the Technical Schools and replace half the sugar with LILY WHITE Corn Syrup. The initial saving in money may be small, but your jams and jellies will keep better, will have finer 'flavor, will be just the right consistency and will not crystallize. LILY WHITE makes Dandy Candy Endorsed by good housewives every- where. LILY WHITE Corn Syrup is sold by all grocers in 2, 5, 10 and 20 lb. tins. • THE CANADA STARCH CO., LIMITED, MONTRIAL. 241 Write for Cook Book. reesiesieneee 441Z;114# CANADA R AD GS IN BUILDING EXPERIENCE OF.ENGLAND SHOWS, WHAT TO AVOW. Overseas Men SeeGreat Contrast to the Well Built and Well 114aln- tained Highwhys of France. Returned soldiers, who took part in. the "big push" during the autumn of 1918, will recall the frequent signs. "Dry weather track." They were very. useful, these tracks; not being mark- ed on the map, the Hun did not have them registered, ad even if he did discover one, it was easy to abandon it for another. Thus, as the weather was good on the whole, these tracks were quite serviceable. But, if it had. Ur: rainy,storythat would have been an - (Away from shell -fire, however, as every soldier knows, the French roads were serviceable in all weathers. They stood up admirably against the rough usage of the swarms of motor trucks and other abnormal tsallic brought by the war. What would have happened to our Canadian roads under the same con- . ditions? Alas! they are nearly all only "dry weather tracks." A good road is a road which is good in bad. weather. In road construction, we are a century behind France, although we pride ourselves on being a very pro- gressive people. Worst in Oldest Sections. It is not sound argument to say that this condition -is thio to the fact that Canada is still a "new" country. The fact is that some of the oldest sections Of Canada have the worst. roIatds ii. i largely due to the continuance in force of an antiquated system of providing for public road -building and maintenance. The same system has been tried in England and found want- ing and yet we refuse to profit by the Old Country's ' experience, which the Britannica describes as follows: "The almost incredibly bad state of the roads in England towards the lat. ter- part of the 17th century appears from the accounts cited by Macaulay. It was due chiefly to the state of the law, which compelled each parish to maintain its own roads by statute 1a- bor, but the establishment of turnpike trusts and the maintenance of roads by tolls do not appear to have effect- ed any great improvement," Let us hope that the Canada High- ways Act, pissed at the late session„ spells the end of statute labor and of 'turnpike trusts' in Canada. Toll, gates have been found. unsatisfactory elsewhere—let us abolish them here, When governments themselves under. take the construction of roads, WO may look for better days. iTh.e s na re. The recent death of Andrew Car- negie has removed one of the most romantic figures from our midst, Carnegie was probably the second richest man in the world --Rockefeller came first --and gave away more than any other millionaire. His gifts total- led about .T.350,000,000, A curious characteristic. 01 3115 was his dislike of parting with small change Libraries —by all means! Twenty-five cents? That worried him. He often went about with nothing in his pocket, in order that he might not be pestered, and this once led to an amusing in- cident. Mr. Choate, then American Ambas- sador in London, was astonished to see Mr. Carnegie bursting in upon him, "Look here, Choate, lend inc a shill- ing!" said Carnegie. Choate thought it was a joke. "But I might never see it again!" he protested. "Come, come, it's no laughing matter!" re- torted Carnegie. "My cabman's Walt. ing at the door, and I haven't a penny!" Mr Carnegie was unfavorably dis- posed towards drink, smoking, and cards, whereby hangs another tale. It tells of an occasion when he was ap- proached one evening by a card - player. "will you join us at poker?" ho was asked. "No," he replied. "Crib Is my game." And off he went to bed. There is another story, however, which suggests that, when he wished to be courteous, Mr. Carnegie sat up. on his dislikes and did not obtrude his Personal opinions. He had sent for the auditor of the Carnegie Company, Mr. Moreland, who subsequently be. came secretary, and during the cln• sultation offered him wine. "No, thanks, I don't drink," said Moreland, He then refused to smoke, and later on to play cards: - 9'011 me why you do none of these things?" asked Carnegie, interested. "You've kept me working too bard all these years," replied Aloreland bluntly. Carnegie blinked et him, and sud. clonly exclaimed: 'I'm going to give you three months' vatatiotr; and, for 'Heaven's polk•a, go off and do sointithille; br.wide w.oh!"