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Zurich Herald, 1923-05-10, Page 6o, t• e a • The Largest Sale in America because anti Pleases the i�nost exacting tastes. Quality—Economy—Purity --- Flavor Always Assured. BY KATHARINE SUSANNAH PRICHARD think it may help you, Deirdre, eenv e* . that your soul is in the deep waters,' want you to lesow ... that some-' thing like what las happened to you happened to me long ago. Only 1 h d less eeeuse,;' ' Per Race was torn with grief; she turned from the girl, overwhelmed by e the -^--p p y --,. flood -tide of dark memories. "Oh, I can't think of it without: all EDI7CATED BY A GRINDS�:Ol`TP•. Tates fora art Below are hooka the agony again," she cried, "I'll be fzf ty-seven to -morrow, And after a moment continued: smiled Mrs, Plaegar, rocking on the "I didn't want to bring shame' °T1,.. ' verandah of her white -and -green farm my people by having it known , , + :house, "and. it seems as though it were Izad been the cause of death to a man 1 only a few years ago when the boys. but the weight was on my soul, j „ had heard of people escapingg public ' were small. trial by condemning themselves; to She sighed again. transportation. , It was the only way "Thoeewere the years when it was I could have ,any peace of in%nd, I hard pulling. My husband died when salt, popper, :matches and a box in thought—taking on myself the punish- the children were very young:. The ment other: women had got foz •doing farm was heavily mox aged and we which to put buxnt matches and what I did. But it was never as bade scraps of paper to be burned in the for me as ler thein. Davey'the emi- father hard to stretch the perm es until they furnace later. save* me on the wharf among the ai fairly squealed. My,friends told me I keep steel wool for cleaning &dem- grant women, and he wanted to marry ,1 ought to work in my spare time. inum andlass baking dishes. I wash ere, There was a Government bounty ! Well, a farmer's wife hasn't much dishes in hot soap suds, place in a --thirtypounds, I 'think it was—given spare time and besides, who could I' `,hire drainer .and scald both sides. to married couples coming to the col- have done? I could not sew. Me They dry perfectly without wiping. ony, and he wanted the money to begin fingers had become too clumsy with with in the new country. I told himfarm work to handle a needle deli- A homemade tea wagon conveys the why to falsI wase meg outThere wwere terand he was Gately and work of otill-her kinds would foto the ki ch od to the ening room and the dishes days of fear, among all the rough peo- demand that I leave the farm which Telephone on the farthest wall of ple I found myself with .. ', till he I could not do. the diningroom was removed to a came. I was grateful to him, .and "Well, things went on for a while. desk nearhe kitchen door, thus slim- swore to be a good and faithful wife I continued to do the manual work to to int Abs�ut the House Clo 'After eery Meat for dippers, email pans, soap shaker, fly swatter, scraper, bottle, vegetable and glass brushes, also homemade rack for knives, forks, spoons and spatula. A rack of wooden spoons is laced at end of drain board with towel arms below. On the shelf above the stove I keep In work or play, `it gives .. the poise and steadiness than mean success. It helps digestion, allays thirst, keeps= ing the month coos and moist, the throw: muscles relaxed and pliant and ths' nerves at ease. inating several steps when the 'phone ' h• which I was accustomed. I.had always g Our Most Powerful Light "I've not spoken of this since then, n work better than a was is used. and enablin me to nit while g 1 k Copyright by Hodder and Stoughton. liked a ma s CHAFER YLVIL—(Cont'd.) hit you if he had not put up his area; Deirdre. I'm telling you because. I man's and I had quite a knack for' talking.' b� and it came down on him—on his face want you not to throw your life away handling tools. A cleanerf e of my accident Professor Rontgen who You couldn't have married Melva —not to waste It I kuow I was wren The discovery of X-rays was -a ue y' for any reason of choice." Mrs. Cam- eron was torn between grief, bewild-; «And now at the end of his days you what you did and what id. I duster for baseboards and dustless erment and compassion. "Davey is took this last scrap of freedom from not in a corner, fighting for my life which I sharpened' my knives. One as you were. I did not mean to take da a neighbor, viewing with en my dust cloths made of old stockings. and powerful than any ever known before: breaking his heart about it, out on the him. But I wouldn't have it. I knew Y Y g B a little furniture polish. He was experimenting in a darkened hills somewhere,now. I had to tell that the time had come for somebodyj life. 1 did not mean to. It wasan shining and keen steel knives' said, I „ accident, really. Right .was on my.wonder if you would be willing to A long -handled dust pan saves room with a Crookes tube, stimulated; him when he came in, for feardre? to do something forhim."moments' silence. - side but I was angry, or the accident shag en my knives? You do , such stooping. With stationary tubs, run- .internally from shield Inof blatck ion coil and What's to be done about it, Deirdre?! There was a " would never have happened. I have p gwater, I"Only,after all —a weary bitter- i pp pin a power washer andY Oh, I'm not wanting to blame you.suffered from knowin that, All these'splendid work and I would gladly pay, wringer, a large washing is done in coveredwben he became conscious of a faint,' You did it fora good reason, I'm sure,' Hess surged in hex voicesver for me. 't was no ears have made" little difference.' y°U a few hours, the wide ironing board greenish flickering light on a paper,' good. peedMcNme—aands osold father all hat's why I was always wanting to I "I consented and that was the be- was made to order;a small clothes' and you love Davey. It's hard on you, He trapped m Deirdre. You do love him?" 'the same—and Steve, poor old Stevie, help convicts and prisoners in the old ginning of a little business. Other sprinkler in a bottle soon prepares the "Yes," Deidre said slowl . I too. M'Laughlin took him down to days—and it angered Davey's father' women brought me their knives and chair. Her hands trembled on the crying like a baby. When I asked what I ought to have been sufi'ering thef the-utensils.I d to send An extension telephone upstairs a osis but little extra a month and saves many steps. A closet upstairs Jury ad to be guessed, and a patient and sometimes they would bring home i ht h had be cut open 50 vacuum is , —all the red-hot embers. " a g' I "One tool I liked es ecially was an greatest labor -savers. Then came' dust died recently, was certainly not searco Mrs. Cameron uttered a low cry. , `There was this difference between, old grindstone in the barnyard on mops, wall brush, chemically treated Ing for them when in ]896 his eyemor T d was castles the first time beheld a lig d t my clothes for the electric iron. ed according to Mrs. Cameron knelt beside the the Port this afternoon. I heard him so• t telt zest tney were sulrerzng scissors any 1 enarg girl's arm. + McNab why he had broken his word. too. , .." "Don't touch me," Deirdre gasped, to me, he said"—a little sick laughter moving out of the reach of her hands. struggled from her—" that, blind as "Don't touch me," she whispered father was, he knew he'd have to again, eyeing her strangely. reckon with him for having taken me, "Davey—I'm afraid what he'll do if if he ever came back to the Wirree." which he had painted with a floured-, cent ,chemical preparation. The vaiue of this ray to medicine bias been incalculable. Prior to its dis- size o use cover, the position of an internal thein- boysto'gather them in' for me c h a contains dustless mops; dust cloths, might even ave to u three or four dozen which they had• he sees you" ... Mrs. Cameron hesi- tated. Deirdre sprang out of the chair, her eyes blazing. "Davey! Davey! It's all Davey with from her. "I haven't told you all yet. you!" she cried. "You sacrificed McNab locked me in a room when he father to him. You sent him to that knew that I knew what he'd done. It trial. I know now. And Davey—why was when he came to me there and couldn't he have gone to goal instead? called me his wife—I killed him." He's young and strong and it wouldn't Mrs. Cameron fell back from her. have mattered so much to him. He's "Oh, I didn't mean to kill him," the got all his life before him. But father girl cried distractedly. "He came near —hadn't he done enough for you? me. I told him not to, but he did. He Hasn't he given his eyes for you? talked of his ri lits. I hit at him Hasn't he worshipped you all these • to keep him away from me ...withthing that was years? I've seen it since I was a child. somelying on the table. And is this all you could do for him, I don't know what it was, but it was send him to the Law Courts to :get heavy—and he fell down. Davey off, knowing that it would be "I knew he was dead by the way he worse than death to him to have to go lay there, without moving and then I • toprisonagain? Oh,-eog•klew what ant 4f ,the ronin. iiie,,,he�,e- ;---ho44 •;h er "tn avers pTa - Oh, I didn't mean to do. at—but I. m airs. Omer on nut her hands over not sorry it's done—that he is dead. her face..of and can do no more harm to any "You , under he ' couldn't afford law,"to us. He killed Conal. And it was he come the notice of the Deirdre said that shot at Davey. He would have "But I shouldn't talk again, too. He was afraid of Davey like this—" —what he would do . when he Her voice trailed wearily. found out about father and me." "Only—I had to choose between She was sobbing breathlessly; her father and Davey. McNab knows all hands went out before her with sees - the old story. You do, I know. Steve perate, despairing gesture. She mov- told me. McNab scared the wits out ed towards the door. of Steve one day when he was by him- I "Where are you going? What are self and got all the proofs he wanted, 1 you going to do, Deirdre?" though he seems to have had the facts Mrs. Cameron followed her. e told —most off them, anyway—before. Then ` "I don't know!" the girl stood quiv- hwhat being at large be- ering by the doorpost. Only I must fore the expiration of sentence meant, , go They may come from the Wirree and what his information would do if and find me here. And I don't want he used it, about father, when the trialto e _ , was on. He said that he wouldn't use with people who have d netwhat I've it if I'd marry him. , done, isn't it? I want to go. Davey Mrs. Cameron stared at her. musn't see me. It's no good. No Deirdre went on, her voice dragging good! There would be the great gulf as if she could. scarcely put into words between us always ... and as long the nain and trouble of her mind. ! as I lived—to the day of my death - I couldn't let father suffer any I'd be on the other side of it, with my. more. I couldn't bear to think what arms out to hien. Oh, you mustn't it would be for, him to go back there keep me. Can't you see it's best that to the Island," she said. "He, blint� and loving me so ... and you— I should go ...now ..like this, before ...' and both of us willing to sacrifice him, to Davey. I could see him going over' You re not thinking of doing any there, hurt and alone, in the dark, the . harm to yourself, Deirdre?" dear, great, gentle heart of him cry-' The anguished eyes of the woman ing for those he loved to be near him, beside her reached the girl through to hear the sound of their voices,to the maze and terror of her thoughts. touch their hands. I couldn't enure They calmed the tumult within her. it. Oh, I couldn't." "The Long Gully," she said simply, Her head dropped. wearily, "the mists are so deep in it "Iia has made sacrifices all his life. to -night, and there would be no wak- His eyes for you—" lin in the morning.' "it's "Don't say that, Deirdre!" !Mrs. Cameron took her hand. "it's the truth," the girl said You say I've never done anything fiercely. "That night of the fires he for your father, Deirdre. I want to saw the branch falling. It would have do something for him now. Comeback and listen to me for a moment." She led the girl back to the chair, and forced her into it. "But they'll be coming for me soon," Deirdre cried fretfully, looking back at the door, She hardly heard what Mrs. Cam She sank back in the chair, shiver- ing and sobbing. Mrs. Cameron leant towards her. "Don't touch me!" Deirdre shrank b Mr. Man - Yon bel %lfebuoy's healthiness* right down into the porous, After . Lifebuoy you feel etterier thee you have ever felt before. 'rile delight and comfort of Udall Lifebuoy are ltunous; *roiled the wanted, rill clow edethMx detain,, After mu, I HEITH A eron was saying for awhile. Her tired, bright eyes wandered restlessly up and down the room. The pain in her head prevented her thinking. "Deirdre darling," Mrs. Cameron said, her voice trembling, "there's not a man or woman In the country would not say you were justified. And no _ x woman is better able to understand • than 1 am. I'm not afraid for. you IT-,esse-,,earle- . and there's no one I'd rather have' for Davey'swife than you. You were'l' willing to sacrifice yourself. But when treachery had been proved against , you, there was that within you would 0" not let evil Come near you," "Do you mean . , . you'd be satis- fied for Davey to have me!" Deirdre: asked. • "Yes." Mrs. Cameron's eyes were on hers.' ' "You'd not be throwing It up at me that I . , , that I did this?" Deirdre . inquired. "And that father—" "No." Mrs, Cameron's - voice was very low. "Ileeause if l had been served as your father was—I'd have been a convict too." (To be concluded.) The Hidden Heart. I hid my (heart away, It was my own, - ' All of its hidden stores Were mine alone I feared a thiefmight come Prowling in stealth To rob my treasury, Steal all my wealth Came Life, the trader, by Wishing to trade; Bright gauds he offered me That would not fade. So Life, the trader, said-- Ah, aid—Ah, they shone fair— I brought my treasure forth. To buy a share! paa+sed-Life,•tit traIter, by With all my g old— I was quite satisfied With what he sold. see - Ah, but they did not last, Those gauds so bright! Soon passed their beauty—soon Passed my delight. Again I hide my heart, Empty, alas!: Lest they should pity me, All they who pass! ' —Roselle Mercier Montgomery. A Wrong Impression. A young man, becoming engaged, was anxious. to present his 'fiancee with a ring apropriately inscribed. Being at it loss what to have en- graved upon it, he asked lhds father for advice. "Well," said the latter, "put 'When this you see, remember me.' " A few_ days, later the young woman was surprised to receive a beautiful ring with this inscription: "When this you see, remember father." ellenr s Liniment for Coughs & Cohis labeled with the names of the owners.' soap and cieanmg fluids. The next day they would return them,, Other labor -savers that cost only a bright and sharp. And how farm: wo-1 few cents are egg poacher, dish mop, men need keen tools! I long -handled fork, can opener, grater, „ mixing bowls, funnels, tea ball, pota Aas edmIsbought unique plis inbug alas I to' ricer, egg beater and measuring increased, I bought, a polishing ma - cups. A pressure cooker saves time, labor and fuel in cooking combination meals and canning vegetables, fruit and meat. A homemade fireless cooker cooks chine and I soon received more orders than ever. One order which pleased me especially was from a hotel. They told me their ' employees were most deficient at polishing steel knives and, if I did good work, they would be will- ing to give all their work to me. With the meal while I work or motor. housewives, too, this task is a dreaded - It is apparatus of this sort come one, and my bank began to increase, biped with common sense in house accordingly. I followed up every op planning that makes the "servantless portunity and, of course , business house" possible and the mistress of brought more business. the home is not wearing herself out "My business never forced me t or useless annoyances that arise in. neglect my farm duties. I always d`% ge housekeeping ''problems. -Mrs.. the work on m: own: -.remises where �T• . E• S• Y P 1 I could:oversee the work of the farm hands. • "The boys say they owe their col- lege education to the old grindstone and that., is perhaps the reason we never parted with it. To us, it shall always be, a much loved -and honored member of the family." TO PATCH OVERALLS, Since theprice of denim find over- alls continues ; high, it behooves the thrifty housemother to make each pair of these work garments serveits full time. Usually the front of the legs, especially the knees, receive the hardest wear, this part often reaching 'e "holey" stage while the remainder A "SERVANTLESS" HOME. of the garment is still stout and cap - Ours is a "servantless house" and able of considerable wear. Instead of labor-saving devices have made . this unsightly and laboriously applied possible. First, the kitchen was re- hand patches, a neater and more dur- arranged, an unsightly pantry was able piece of work can be done on the converted into an attractive breakfast ( sewing machine. room, cupboards and cabinet built in kitchen, with a place for everything, including the fireless cooker. A small sink was replaced with a large one, placed at the right height. A slop sink was removed and a long First rip the inside leg seam from hem to hem, , in order to get the gar- ment under the foot of the machine. As this is a continuous seam, the ribs, ping, as a rule, can easily be accom- plished by cutting through the hem that the surgeon might see exactly'. where the mischief lay. Now the Rontgen ray oan disclose the exact position of the broken bone or foreign matter, , The rays have caused the death of many experimenters since their dis- covery by Rontgen, but, fortunately,' those days are past, and the X-ray is doing ever-increasing work In the ser- vice of man: Courtesy Misunderstood. Boy Scout (small but polite)—"May I accompany . you acrosin the street, madam?" Old ,Lady—"Certainly you may,' my lad. How long have:you .been writing here for somebody to take you across?" Covetousness ls. always )illltllg . a bottomless vessel e;; drain -board added, . under which is a at the bottom of the leg and pulling cupboard for kettles, pans, lids and on each side of the seam, as:the stitch pressure cooker. • Also a drawer for es have been weakened by wear and linen, closet for garbage pail, shelf washing. If the stitches hold, rip the1 under sink for cleaners, soap and seam 'with the discarded blade of a dishpan. safety razor. Above the sink is a shelf convenient Prom the unworn portions from the for placing jars during canning or back of the legs of a discarded pair of overalls—or from new denim, if no partly -worn material is at hand -cut patches almost the width of the leg and long enough to extend from the crotch to well below the knee, taking in all the worn portion. Pin the patch- es in place -the experienced seam- stress will find basting unnecessary— turn under the edges at top, bottom and outside of leg, and stitch in place with number 40 thread. The fourth side of the patch is taken up in the inside leg seam. ' Starting at the bottom of the Ieg, stitch up the leg seam from hem to hem in an ordinary raw seam, keep- ing to the outer row of former stitch- ing to give a neat appearance'to the finished work: This seam can not be felled on- the ordinary household ina- chine, nor is this necessary, as the width of the old seam is sufficient to prevent pulling out if coarse thread is -used. In the shock of what she had said,' Deirdre forgot her own trouble. "You?" she whispered, "That's what I wanted to tell you it's been looked in my heart so long , .. and nobody else knows," Mrs. Cameron said. "It's because .I —_____.a.—. Health Before Beauty. Two Irishmen who 'had not met for years ran across each other.. "Long time since we met, Clancy, isn't it? Gr'ea't things have happened since then," said the first. "Yes, indeed Look at myself. Shure it's married I am," replied Clancy. 1"You don't tell me? Have pin any. . family?" asked O'Grady. 1 "Faith and I have thatt, I've a line 0" .>+,. healthy boy, and the neighbors say 1 "e , he's the picture of nae, , ''''"He., .' 1,1,1491 ,fir ,__- ,,,y, O'Grady looked at Clancy', Who : "• ^ °1 , Wasn't built on the line of a prize 'grip., 1 ... (4j' , "'""z+s*w +, . beauty. A DIFFERENCt ABOUT A BIRD aio, well, what's the harm so- long "Here, t!renchy, that's no good; If yo7.i hill the goose, who'll lay onr as the crild's healthy?" 1 golden reparation eggs"?" "John, that bird isn't going to. lay any golden eggs for tis. It is only The newest range finder in Dnglanli can locate objects at 22 miles, •F—T rem the Sydney Illlllotin. hllnard`e Liniment for Corns and Warts going to batch more hawks." Crochet and Fancy Nee Workers Want d e We sell your goods on consignment; mit-of-town, send stamp for reply. Lin. gerie and Specialty Ship; 120 Danforth ., Avenue, Toronto. . 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