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Pithy Anecdotes
Of Fain*us People
After sixty years—during which it
has improved with age—"Julia New -
berry's Diary" has been rescued from
oblivion and published. And a more
charming, quaint and delightful story
of a young lady of quality of the late
'60's and early '70's is impossible to
imagine. Just to prove it, here is a
sample entry—taken at random—from
Julia's diary. Dated from her home,
Chicago, June 14, 1870, when she was
15 years of age, it runs, spelling and
all:
"Mr. Goldwin Smith went to church
C dined with us on Sunday; ye liked
him emensely, & I never heard any one
speak so delightfully. He has the
English accent in perfection!
* *
"He gave us much interesting in-
formation aobut the aristocratic por-
tion of English society, & told us about
the Prince of Wales, whose tutor he
was at Oxford; & also about John
Stuart Mill, Gladston, Lord Brome,
Lord Stanley, & others!
"He said he admired anyone who
-was very rich, & yet studied; and he
felt sure that if he had had 200,000
lbs. a year like Lord Stanley he should
have spent his time in reading novels.
A remark I shall remember when I
feel lazy;
"Charles Dickens died last Friday.
June 9th."
The reference to Dickens is
Italics.
in
* * *
An. amusing story about Lady Astor
is told by Maud Nathan, a leader of
the Woman Movement (in her remin-
iscences "Once Upon a Time and To-
day"). Mrs. Nathan had met Lady
Astor during her work for suffrage,
and, being in England, called at Clive-
den—the Astor estate on the Thames
—and by great good luck found Lady
Nancy at honie.
"She took us through the beautiful
house," relates Mrs. Nathan, "even
upstairs to see her bedroom, with its
old carved ebony four-poster and its
little secret panel for valuables. Juxnp-
ing up blithely on the lace spread, she
opened the panel and said, 'But you
see, it's empty, We English have no
money to hide away now. It all goes
in taxes!'"
* *
Mrs. Nathan, who is a cousin of
United States Supreme Court Justice
Cardozo, once sought his signature to
a petition being circulated by the Con-
sumers' League, of which she is presi-
dent. By mistake he was sent the
wrong form headed: "We, the under -
signet'. women," instead of one begin-
ning: "We, the undersigned citizens."
But he signed it, returning it to Mrs.
Nathan with the observation:
"For you e sake I have signed away
n sex!"
* * *
English— as she is spoke in Japan!
"With the influx of English and Am-
erican tourists, the Japanese are feel-
ing more and more the necessity of
acquiring the English laieguage," says
Mrs. Nathan. "This is shown by the
growing number of etreet signs print-
ed in English! Some of these signs
were most amusing. For instance a
ladies' tailor announced on a swing-
ing sign: "Respectable ladies have fits
upstairs.' A dairy window held the
following: 'We sell responsible and
Irresponsible milk. The responsible
flank conies from cows constantly sup-
ervised by Mr. ' The 'irrespon-
sible' milk proved to be cans of con-
tiensed milk, the label showing that
they had come from California."
* * *
school and was shown into the room
where the pupils were.
* * *
"Instead of shaking hands I bowed
to the Head -mistress, who was rather
surprised. However, she welcomed me
cordially and turned to introduce me
to the school;
"'Girls, this is the celebrated Brit-
ish Gen—'
"She slid not finish, for, taking a
step forward, I put my foot on a loose
rug on the polished floor, slid right
into the centre of the room and sat
down heavily in front of the row of
aetonished damsels! This performance
broke no bones; but it brolce the ice,
and when the hysteria had somewhat
abated I delieered one of the most
successful homilies of my tour."
* *
In Burlington, Iowa, General Swin-
ton had this "rfreshing experience":
"On my way to dinner," he relates,
"I net a man on the sidewalk wear-
ing a sort of uniform and a species of
yachting cap on which was a Red
Cross badge. He sported a larger
assortment of badges and buttons than
any man I had ever seen except a
Pearly King.' (A coster.) Stopping
dead in front of me he burst out:
"'Say! you do surprise me!'
"'So do you me!' I replied. 'I
know what's biting you.'
"'How's that?'
"1 You're wondering what I am.'
"'1 sure am.'
"'Well, I'm wondering what you
are. Let's guess.'
"He grinned. `Sure.
first.'
* * *
"Looking at his hat, I remarked he
was the 'Lord High leluckamuck of the
Red Cross.'
"He did not understand. I tried once
more. 'You're the big noise of the
Red Cross.'
"'Wrong. Guess again.'
" 'I can't. What are you?'
" 'I'm a trolley -car conductor,'
answered with honest pride.
"'You don't say so!' I replied. 'Now
you shoot.'
" guess
ficer.'
"'Wrong. Guess again.'
''A Belgian officer?'
"'Wrong.'
" `Gee! What are you?'
" 'A British officer.'
" 'Oh, boy!' he replied in
surprise. 'Can you beat it?'
"'You can't,' was my final remark
and, shaking hands, each with a grin,
• . proceeded on our respective -ways."
• *
When Philip Guedella—biographer
of Wellington and Palmerston and
sparkling epierammktist—was Presi-
dent of the Oxford Union (the student
debating society) he once begged Arn-
old Lunn to ask him two special ques-
tions—there are always questions be-
fore the debate starts—the answers to
which he had carefully. prepared, de-
clares Hesketh Pearson. Lunn agreed,
and in due course put the first ques-
tion,
You shoot
he
you are a Serbian
of -
evident
* *
Gucdalla's witty reply sent a ripple
of laughter through the assembly.
Lunn rose again and put the second
question. Guedalla brought off a bril-
liant retort, which brought down the
house, But Lunn now felt it was his
turn. Rising gravely from his seat
once more, he gently inquired:
"What was the third question you
wished me to ask you?"
The house rocked a third time.
The phrase books from which the
middle class Japanese gain their
knowledge of English are often res-
ponsible for these mistakes. Mrs.
Nathan says. For instance a Japan-
ese guide who had learned his English
from a guide book, greeted her cour-
teously one day with:
"Good morning, Sir or Madam, which-
ever the case may be!"
* * *
That loose rugs on highly polished
floors— and chewing-gum—menace
the dignity of unsuspecting visitors to
these hospitable shores will be gather-
ed from an amusing story told by
Major-General Sir Edward D. Swin-
ton—famous inventor of the Tanks,
and, as "Eyewitness," the only eorres-
pondent allowed at the British front
for the first ten months of the World
War. When General Swinton was
here with Lord Reading in March,
1918, his services were requisitioned
by the United States Treasury as a
sipeaker to tour the country on behalf
of the Third Liberty Loan.
* *
Let the General tell the story:
"At one place I was asked to give
an address at a very select girls'
Sehool," he chuckles (in his absorbing
war reminiscences "Eyewitness: And
the Origin of the Tanks.") 1'1.Inluckily
tome kind friends had given me a
stick of chewing -gum just before we
arrived. Ignorant of its tenacious
qualities I put it in my mouth, and
found that I could not swallow it or
get rid of it. After a struggle I ex-
tracted it, but it stuck to my fingers;
and it was with remnants of chewing -
rine a., teeth hands that I entered the
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Fresh Fragrance of Blossoms
SYNOPSIS.
At a London dance club Molly Car-
stairs meets Roger Darling who prom-
ises to get her a jOb. The 'following
morning Molly is stopped by a police-
man and taken to the police station,
where she is identified by o. Mr, and Mrs:
Silver as their missing niece. That
night at the Silvers home she discovers
she is being used as a decoy in a gamb-
ling house. The Silvers next tell Molly
that Major Carstairs, her father, is on
his. way home from India. A further
crisis develops when Molly runs into
Roger Burling leaving' Paul Silver's
study, where there has been a quarrel,
Silver employs Judson to kill Darling.
Inspector Blayton interviews Roger re-
garding the suicide of one of Roger's
friends, due to gambling debts. Molly
accompanies the Silvers to meet her
father.”
CHAPTER XV.—(Cont'd.)
Paul Silver had, the day previously,
gone down to the steamship company's
offices and secured permits to board
the vessel before the passngers came
ashore. He had considered this to be
the wisest course; better, in fact,
than that the meeting should take
place on the crowded quayside.
Motioning to his wife and. Molly to
follow him he elbowed his way through
the crowd to the foot of the gangway
where a dock official stood. The man
consulted the slips of paper which
Silver held in his hand and, after sat-
isfying himself that they were in or-
der, the trio were permitted to ascend
to the deck.
Molly's heart was beating wildly as
she followed Flora Silver. Yesterday
this moment had not seemed nearly
so formidable as it was now. At the
head of the gangway Silver waylaid
a white -coated steward and inquired
for Major Carstair's stateroom. •A
coin passed between them and the
steward led the way along a narrow
iron -bound alleyway between decks un-
til he halted before a door numbered
75. He knocked upon the cedar -wood
panel and receiving no reply turned
the handle.
"Major Carstairs is probably in the
lounge," he told them. "The passport
officer's there examining their pa-
pers. If you'll stay here a few min-
utes I'll tell the Major you're here."
The next moment the man had
closed the door and they found, them-
selves alone in the compact, comfort-
ably -furnished little apartment.
Paul Silver laid a hand on the girl's
arm and looked.up into her eyes.
"You're not feeling nervous, my
clear?" he inquired. "Don't worry,
everything will be all right. I'm just
stepping outside for a moment."
Paul Silver opened the door and
moved out into the alleyway glancing
nervously about him.
He had not long to wait before, tholiave taken all the thrill from this
tall, erect figure of Major CarstaiVrjoyous eminent."
"I think that's awfully nice of you,"
answered Molly, a trifle breathlessly.
"And it's rather like that for me. I've
always had my dream -picture of you,
don't forget."
"But what about the one I sent. . .."
The Major broke off in obvious con-
fusion. Of course, he was forgetting
what Silver had told him. Still, there
was plenty of time for talking. He'd
found her now and that was all he
wanted. He turned to Flora Silver.
"My sincere apologies, Flora, for
not greeting you before, but I think
you understand. And you're not look-
ing any older, either, is she Paul?"
he added, gallantly.
Flora Silver took the proffered hand
and simpered rather foolishly.
"And you haven't forgotten how to
certainly, "she's suffering from a
temporary loss of memory. The doc-
tor says she'll be all right again
soon but that we must be careful of
her. There are some things she can
remember and ethers she can't."
"Why wasn't I told about this?"
he asked, quietly. "Has the poor child
been like this for long?"
"Only for a fortnight, Aldous, It
is most distressing—especially now."
"I'm glad you warned nie, Paul, old
man," smiled the Major. "Perhaps
the sight of nie will effect a cure. I've
heard of such cases before—sudden
emotional shock, you know."
"Let's hope so," said Silver. "And
now, we'll go inside.".
Molly Carstairs watched that state-
room door open as though hypnotised.
Paul Silver entered first. He was
smiling brightly; the first time she
had seen him smiling for many days.
But it was not Paul Silver she really
noticed it was the 'tall, bronze -faced
man with the grey hair and small
grey moustache who followed closely
on. his heels.
For a moment he stood there his
eyes sniffing, if not his lips.
"Molly! My child!" he exclaimed,
holding out both his hands towards
her as he advanced a pace.
For many years afterwards the
memory of that moment remained
with Molly. Despite the hatefulness of
it all, there was something about that
reunion of the father and the girl
he believed to be his daughter that
affected her deeply. It was one of
those few moments in life that leave
an almost indelible impression on the
subconscious mind. She remembered
the look in those blue eyes as he held
her close to him and bent down and
kissed her very tenderly. It was the
dearest wish that life holds for him.
The apex of years of hoping; the ful-
filment of a dream.
When he released her after what
seemed an eternity of mental anguisb
her eyes were wet with tears and she
noticed that his own were by no means
dry. Even Flora Silver dabbed at her
make-up with a small pink handker-
chief which she had abstracted from
her handbag. Then Major Carstairs
spoke again.
"I think you look lovely, Molly," he
smiled, and there was a ring of sin-
cerity in his tones. "You're far love-
lier than ever I pictured you. You
know, I'm rather glad, now that you
never sent me your photograph. If
you had done, I should have known
just what to expect and that would
appeared from around the first angle.
He saw Silver and a smile came to
his lips. His hand shot out in greet-
ing.'
"Dear old Silver," cried the Major
heartily. "I never expected you'd
come aboard. Have you brought Molly
with you?"
Paul Silver grasped the outstretch-
ed hand and nodded.
"She's inside with Flora," he said, a
trifle unsteadily. "I came out here
Aldous, old man, to warn you."
"Warn me? hy, what's wrong?"
The smile was still on the Major's
face, for life was very good to him
at that moment.
"It's about Molly," whispered. Sil-
ver, "I want you to be very careful
with her; you see ..." he paused, un -
Good Luck, Fisherman
Good luck, fisherman, to you,
In your boat on the lim-pid blue,
Where you sit, and smoke, and dream,
Or peer down into the stream,
When you catch a finny gleam
Flashing by.
Or you watch a neighbour wight
Land some beauties in your sight,
While you do not get a "bite,"
And you sigh.
Never mind, just keep a -fishing,
And. a -waiting, and a -wishing,
And before the daylight ends,
You may catch a bass or dors,
Weighing less than three pounds, true,
But you'll multiply by two,
When you come to tell the story
To our friends.
(You've a license, like the poet,
To tell whids, and well you know it,
And you do.)
But good luck, fisherman,
Good luck, fisherman,
Good luck to you.
The Point of View
"What a terrible place" exclaimed
one looking down upon the worst and,
most wretched part of old Edinburg'h.
But Dr. Chalmers replied, "What a
beautiful place to work!" There is
everything In the point of view, and
the forlornest and most undesirable
spot on earth to those who are seeking
their own ease and profit may well
•look hopeful and attractive to hearts
that are eager to help. The gold mine
that might appear only dark and hor-
rible to the chance beholder would
make a miner's heart leap in exulta-
tion. "What is there left to make life
seem worth while?" was the question
asked of one who bad lost much.
"Some one who needs me," was the
prompt and truthful senswer.
Passenger Planes Go Modern
New ultra -modern
passenger
hour, and (2) nmeeive locomotive of the D,000
States railways. (3) side view of super -light
train
(1)
that
Will
class
new
110
type
alloy
which United States seek to better 110 speed record now held by the
Royal Scots, which recently visited Canada, New aluminum alloy
train weighs but 160,004 pounde while the old type weighs '760,000
for just train and tender.
miles an
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with
train
GREEN TEA
"Fresh From the Gardens" 26j
flatter the ladies, -Aldous," she re-
minded him. "And even though I
don't believe you, it's nice to hear you
my so. Paul never passes me any
compliments nowadays."
"Ungrateful fellow," chided the
Major, taking hold of Molly's arm
and squeezing it gently. "And now
I'd better be toddling along to see
about my baggage. Coming, Paul, and
you, too, Flora?"
Together Molly and the Major went
up on deck followed by the Silvers.
"It's been a glorious trip, my dear,"
he told her, "and it's had an even more
wonderful ending. Feeling happy,
darling?"
Molly nodded and smiled up at him.
"I don't think I've ever been so
happy in my life," she told him, sin-
cerely, and the girl meant it, every
word. Masquerade or not it had been
worth while to see the sheer joy of
life in this man's face, and when she
wondered what that homecoming
would have been if there had been no
Molly Carstairs there to greet him,
her self-assurance grew by leaps and
bounds. She had placated a guilty
conscience—at least to some extent.
When Major Carstairs had gone to
find out what had happened to his
baggage, Molly found Flora Silver
once again beside her.
"There, my dear," she murmured,
"what did I tell you? Isn't he a
charming man? I think you're a very,
very lucky girl."
The drive back to Hampstead was a
rather wonderful thing for Molly.
Paul Silver sat in front beside Judson
and Major Carstairs sat between her-
self and Flora Silver at the back.
Most of the way he commented on
the amazingly changed face of London
since last he had seen it and his "I
remember the time when. . . ." and
"Goodness. me what have they done
with that?" sounded quite quaint.
Molly laughed happily. "I'll have to
take you on a tour of London," she
promised him, "and then perhaps you
will discover it."
"We'll start tonight," he Whispered,
"just we two. We'll have dinner to-
gether somewhere — anywhere you
like. The Ritz shall it be, or the jolly
old Savoy? .And then we'll go to a
show. It's year since I've seen a
decent play."
"Then you're going to be horribly
disappointed," laughed Molly, "be-
cause all the best plays nowadays are
supposed to be ever so slightly in-
decent."
"You've got that idea from Paris,"
he told her, wagging an accusing
finger in front of her nose. "I don't
believe it. What do you say Flora?"
The mention of Paris had sent a
frozen tremor down her spine.
"0, they're not as bad as all that,
Aldous. You'll soon get acclimatized."
They all laughed and Paul Silver
from his seat on the other side of the
glass partition pricked up his ears,
and wished he could hear more clearly.
An early luncheon was waiting for
them at `Leevn House' and as they
sat down Major Carstairs said: "This
ks a charming place you've got here,
Paul. That lawn of your's is a real
peach. It's only when you have spent
half a lifetime in climates where
everything's burned to a cinder that
you can really appreciate good,
healthy grass."
"Glad you like it, Aldous," put in
Mrs. Silver, as she served the meal.
"I never could endure living in Town,
could I, Paul? The multiplication of
the motor -car has quite polluted the
atmosphere, After a day around the
shops one's clothes positively smell
of petrol fumes and oil."
-"I'll bet Molly doesn't mind that,"
laughed the Major, heartily. "Young
people need life. It keeps them from
growing prematurely aged. I remem-
ber when I was young I always sus-
pected my mother of being fifty when
she couldn't have been a day older
than thirty. And that was because
there was so little of the gaiety that
we know today. It's the same out in
India, too. Unless you go absolutely
wild occasionally you positively feel
Death creeping over you, and a nasty
feeling it is, too,"
(To be continued.)
SYMPATHY
The universal solvent.—Helps
A susceptibility to Impression.—
The only pain which God can know
—Rothe,
A sort of substitution, by which
we are put in the place of another
,,mas, and affected in many respects
as he is affected.—Burke.
•••••••••••••••••
A. thing to be encouraged, apart
from humane considerations, because
It supplies us with materials for Wis-
dom.—R. L. Stevebson,
Not Frightened
In Hour of Danger
Heroism of Mary Henry Re-
called by Ontario His-
torical Society
R. J. Clark, of Richmond Hill, vice,
president of the Ontario Historical
Society, has brought to the reading
public recognition of Mary Henry, wife
of a militia commander of long ago,
On the morning of May 27, 1813, a small
company of militiamen held Fort
George, in which had been stationed a
24 -pounder, not in the best of order,
Fort George was under attack bj
three United States war vessels, eacb
having a long 32 -pounder and a long
12 -pounder, while from thguns ol
Fort Niagara there poured over the
river a steady stream of small shot.
"It was a seemingly hopeless situ*
tion," says Fred Williams in the Toe
onto Mail and Empire. "Not only was
the enemy gun power superior, but
there was little ammunition at Fort
George. About all that could be done
was to hold the post until the death,
no matter the odds. The attack had
begun at daybreak after a chilly night
and the small garrison shivered with
cold and hunger as the sun showed
them their desperate plight.
"Suddenly they saw a vision, Walk-
ing calmly through the shower of iron
hail came Mary Madden Henry with
hot coffee and food, seemingly as un-
concerned as it she were in her own
small garden on the shore on a sum-
mer evening before peace was shat-
tered. Time and again she went and.
came back with more sustenance, ap-
parently guarded by some unseen an-
gel from the peril which menaced her
every step. - Through the day until
darkness brought respite she was
caterer and nurse, the only woman in
the company to bind the wounds of
those maimed in the fight. Those who
survived never forgot that day nor the
courage of Mary Henry.
- "The heroism of Mary Henry had
not been forgotten. The Patriotic
Society decided that she came within
the category of those worthy of re-
ward, and she was presented with 25
pounds sterling and a testimonial set-
ting forth the facts Of her courage on
that chill May morning and describing
her as 'a heroine not to be frightened:,
"Not very far from the theatre of
her patriotism ]ie in unmarked graves
the bodies of Dominic Henry and his
wife, Mary Madden. No stone tells of
their resting place; no monument
rears its head to the honor of the wo-
man. who would not be frightened in
the hour of clanger; but perhaps some
day she may be considered worthy of a
place in our school readers, or at least
of mention by the growing band of
teachers who realize history can best
be taught in story form, and who are
awakening the patriotism of their
pupils by recalling this and like stories
of women who would not be frightened'
in the hour of danger."
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