Loading...
The Huron Expositor, 1922-09-29, Page 7'4`ti".44t. ‘514.1.00OrnatifiegitiMifteiNdigag-E51A 4. 10: 44"; , te ttro — " 'AllATekteMlitigito4 1, 4 Ds 'AA HORSE AILMENTS of many kinds quickly remedied with DOUGLAS' EGYPTIAN LINIMENT STOPS BLEEDING INSTANTLY. PREVENTS BLOOD POISONING. CURES THRUSH, FISTULA. SPRAINS AND BRUISES. The best all around Liniment for the enable es well as for household wis. KEEP IT KANDY. At all Dealers and nrundets. Manufactured only by DOUGLAS & CO., NAPANEE. Ont. DEBENTURES FOR SALE Town of Seaforth The Corporation of the Town of Seaforth have debentures, with interest coupons at. taohed, for sale at rate to yield five and one. half per cent. per annum. For full par. tailors apply to the undersigned. JOHN A. WILSON, $84041 'Promoter. Best of an Fly Killers 10c per Packet at all Druggists, Grocers and General Stores NEW LAMP BURNS 94% AIR Beats Electric or Gas A new oil lamp that gives an amaz- ingly brilliant, soft, white light, even better than gas or electricity, has been tested by the U. S. Government and 35 leading universities and found to be superior to 10 ordinary oil lamps. it burns without odor, smoke or noise—no pumping up, is simple, clean, Safe. Burns 04% air and 6% kerosene (coal -oil). The inventor, P. N. Johnson, 246 Craig *St. W., Montreal, is offering to send a lamp on 10 days' FREE trial, or even to give one FREE to the first user in each locality who will help him introduce it. Write him to -day for full particulars. ALso ask him to explain how you can got the agency and without experience or money make $250 to $500 per month. (Candnued from last week.) Cohen lay back in his chair and laugbeCheartliy. „ ego not mind him, Mr. Breen,—do not mind a word he says. He morti- fies me that setae way. And now—" here he turned Ms head to Peter— "vfhat does he think of elrrerel" "Ohl he thinks you are a lot of moiney-getters and pawnbrokers, gouging the pnor and squeezing the' C o1e , ,awt ,tve be tbbU „ Onekto ,eriticiba You; „IttoillYi r heard of 4t1.4) .vgneeiti" ' \11)111,41)!it it, itlyt -tun:NV-Jack &WOO' Pruteutea, greatlY 4Mlieed at the. ,Tenea, tinVI am filet an' Paint - C en," Soniehow. he.,lana grlown sUildenlY Mailer infirm the lit. Ala MBA had been talkfulg. "Yea,—of course, we are all assist - ante; Mr. Grayson assists at the bank and ) assist my man,. Jacob, vibe makes stteh funnY .nrietakes in the cut of histrousere. Oh, yes, that Ja quite the Way life le made-up. But about thls tunnel? It is part of his new branch, its It not? Some of my Mends have told me about it. And Itis going straight through the moun- tain," 'And the ri before Jack or Peter could reply the speaker branched out into an account of the financing of the great Mt. Cemis tunnel, and why the founder of the house of Roths- child, who had "assisted" in its con- . ho struction, got so many decorations Jack broke out into a cold perspira- tion:. "Really, Uncle Peter! Now, Mr. Cohen, won't you please believe that I never said one word of it," ex- claimed Jack in pleading- tones, his face expressing his embarrassment: "I never Wind you did, Jack," re... jo,ned Peter with mock suismiiity in his voice. "I said you thought ,m3 A tIrl .1011 here he is,—look at him. Does he look like or Shylock er some old skinfl'et who--" here he facet t''.lien, his eyes brimming with — "What are we gcing to de with 5 h's blaspl».n-r, Isaac? Stittll we h.,' -im in osl as bey did that old sixteenth -century saint you were telling me about the other night, or shall we --I" The little tailor threw out his hands —each finger an exclamation point— and laughed heartily, cutting short Peter's tirade. "No—no—we do none of These dreadful things to Mr. Breen; he is toe good to be a saint," and be pat- ted Jack's knees—"and then again it is only the truth. Mr. Breen is quite right; we are a race of money -get- ters, and we are also the world's pawnbrokers and will always be. Sometimes we make a loan'on a watch or a wedding ring to keep some poor soul from starving; sometimes it is a railroad to give a millionaire a yacht, or help buy his wife a string of pearls. It is quite the same, only over one shop we hang three Olt balls: on the other we nail a sign which reads: 'Financial Agents.' And it is the same Jew, remember, who stands behind both counters. The first Jew is overhauled almost every day by the police; the second Jew is regarded as our public-spirited citi- zen. So you see, my young friends, that it is only a queetion of the amount of money you have got whe- ther you loan on rings or railroads." "And whether the Christian lifts his hat or his boot," laughed Peter. ' Cohen leaned his elbows on his plump knees and went on, the slen- der glass still in his hand, from which now and then he took a sip. Peter I sat buried in his chair, his cigar be- tween his fingers. Jack held his ' peace; it was not for him to air his opinions in the presence of the two men, and then again the tailor had suddenly become a savant. "Of course, there are many things I wish were different" the tailor continued in a more thoughtful tone. "Many of my people forget their birthright and force themselves on the Christian, trying to break down the fence which has always divided us and which is really our best protec- tion. As long as we keep to our- selves we are a power. Persecution, —and sometimes it amounts to that— is better than amalgamation; it brings out our better fighting qualities and makes us rely on ourselves. This is the view of our best thinkers, and they are right. Just hear me run on! Why talk about these things? They are for graybeards, not young fel- lows with the world before them." Cohen straightened up—laid his glass on the small table, waved his hand in denial to Peter who started to re- fill it, and continued, turning to Jack: "And now let me hear something a- bout your own work, Mr. Breen," he said in his kindest and most inter - "Would Wake Up Screaming" "The Least Sudden Noise or Loud Talking Would Startle Him." "Up to the age of eight, my boy was a strong, healthy lad, full of life and energy. While playing leap frog oue day with some boys of his own age, and, while in.a stooped position, a tlig boy jumped on bis back and in failing my boy caught his foot in an iron grating and dislocated his hip. The pain was so great that he fainted and tine other boys were so frightened they ran away. For hours be suffered terrible pain and when fohnd and beongtet home was very weak, with his thigh and leg swollen twice its size. The doctor set the bone but the pain and exposure were too much for the poor boy and he became rmen- scions. A high fever set in and for weeks he lay between life and death raving for hours at a stretch. 0n0' dayhe opened his eyes and murmur - red 'Mother,' but this lathe only word be could utter he waa so weak, but I knew the worst was over. lie got stronger but for months was in a laervoua(sindition. The least sudden noise or loud talking would startle ismw and he would begin trembling. was (mite lame and the swelling still remained. The doctor gave him a tonic and told me to rub the leg with olive oil. This reduced the swelliug and took away the lameness, but the nervousness remained. The poor child would waken in the night screaming at the top of his voice. The doctor gave hint several different tonics but they were no use. I found a circular about Carnol and it seemed So different from other tonics I bad heard of, that I thought I would get a bottle. Three bottles were all that was needed to make my boy like his own self again. It is hard to convince my friends that the change in him now is entirely due to Carnol. Of course I still have to watch him and give' him Cannot occasionally but know that he will sotiii be es strong again as ever he was." Mrs. P., Montreal. Carnal is cold by your drnggist, and 0 you can conscientiously say, after yon havetriedit, that ithasn't One yun any good, return theirapty bottleto him and he will refuncliz money SOLD BY E. UMBACH, Plato. B. ,.. I., • t , from foreign governments; the talk finally switching off to the enamelled and Jewelled snuff boxes of Baron James Rothschild, whole collection had been the Largest in Europe;; and what had become of it; and then by one of those illogical jumps—often indulged in by well-informed men discussing any subject that absorbs them—ibrought up at Voltaire and Talmo and the earlier days of the Revolution in which one of the little tailor's ancestors had suffered spolia- tion and death. Jack sat silent—he had long since found himself out of his depth -- drinking in every worel of the talk, his wonderment increasing every moment, not only over Cohen, but over Peter as well, whom he had never before heard so eloquent or so learned, or so entertaining. When at last the little man rose to go, the boy, with one of those spontaneous impulses which was part of his na- ture, sprang from his seat, found the tailor's hat himself, and conducting him to the door, wished him good- night with all the grace and well - meant courtesy he would show a prince of the blood, should he ever be fortunate enough to meet one. Peter was standing on the mat, his back to the fire, when the boy re- turned. "Jack, you delight me!" the old fellow cried. "Your father couldn't have played host better. Really, I ani beginning to believe I won't have to lock you up in an asylum. You're getting wonderfully sane, my boy,— real human. Jack, do you know that if you keep .on this way I shall real- ly begin to love you!" "But what an extraordinary man," exclaimed Jack, ignoring Peter's compliment and badinage. "Is there anything he does not know?" "Yes,—many things. Oh! a great many things. He doesn't know how to be rude, or ill bred, or purse -proud. He doesn't know how to snub people who are poorer than he is, or to push himself in where he isn't wanted; or to talk behind people's backs after he has accepted their hospitality. Just plain gentleman journeyman tailor, Jack. And. now, my boy, be honest. Isn't he a relief after some of the people you and I meet every day?" Jack settled again in his chair. His mind was not at all easy. "Yes, he is, and that makes me afraid I was rude. I didn't mean to be." "No,—you acted just. right. I want- ed to draw him out so you could hear, and you must say that he was charming. And the best of it is that he could have talked equally well on a dozen other subjects." For some time Jack did not answer. Despite Peter's good opinion of him, he still felt that he had either said or done something he should be ashamed of. He 'knew it was his snap judgment about Cohen that had been the cause of the object lesson he had just received. Peter had not said so in so many words—it was always with a jest or a laugh that he corrected his faults, but he felt their truth all „the same. For some minutes he leaned back in his chair, his eyes on the ceiling; then he said in a tone of conviction: "I was wrong about Mr. Cohen, Uncle Peter. I am always putting my foot in it. He is an extraordin- ary man. He certainly is, to listen to, whatever he is in his business." "No, Jack, my boy—you were only honest," Peter rejoined, passing over t,he covert allusion to the financial side of the tailor. "You didn't like his race and you said atio. Act first. Then you found out you were wrong and you said so, Act second. Then you discovered you owed him an ample apology and you bowed him out as if he had been a duke. Act third. And now comes the epilogue —better be kind and human than be king! Eh, Jack?" and the old gen- tleman threw back his head and laughed heartily. Jack made no reply. He was through with Cohen;—something else was on his mind of far more import- ance than the likes and dislikes of all the Jews in Christendom. Some- thing he had intended to lay before Peter at the very moment the old :fellow had sent him for Isaac—some- thing he had come all the way to New York to discuss with him; some- thing that had worried him for days. There was but half an hour left; then he must get his bag and say good‘night and good -by for another week or more. Peter noticed the boy's mood and laid his hand on his wrist. Somehow this was not the same Jack, "I haver* hurt you, my son, have I?" he asked wltb a note of tender- ness in his voice. "Hurt met You couldn't hurt me, Uncle Peter!" There was no question of his sincerity as he spoke. It sprang straight from Ms heart. "WA then, what's the matter?—. t Oa :With,' ita /lifgAineetete innn,b144; .dering. old Peter" he reJohlit fa soatied Jack laughedIntlY: "Well, BIZ It's. about 1,04 ;" It wasn't; but it might lead..tajt, later on, "Workt....,what'f4he matter with. the work! AnwthIng wrong?" There was a not. of alarm now that made 'Tack , "No, it *till be fliffshed next month; we are lining up ehe arches this, week and the.' railroad people have, already begun, Pomp their cross ties along -the reed bed. It's about another job. Mr., MacFarlane, I am afraid, hasn't made much money en the fill and tunnel,- but he has Bente other work offereiLhim up in West- ern Maryland, which he may take, and which, if he does, may pay hand- somely. He wants. me to go with hint. It means a. Shanty and a negro cook, as near as I can figure it, but I shah get used to that, I suppose. What do you think about it?" "Well," chuckled Peter—it was not news; MacFarlane had told him all about it the week before at the Cen- tury—'if you can °keep the shanty tight and the cook sober you may weather it. It must be great fun liv- ing in a shanty. el never tried it, but I would like to." "Yes, perhaps it is,—but it has its drawbacks. I can't come to see you for one thing, and then the home will be broken up. Miss Ruth will go back to her grandmother's for a while, she' says, and later on she will visit the Fosters at Newport and perhaps spend a month with Aunt Felicia." He called her so now. Jack paused for some further ex- pression of opinion from his always ready adviser, but Peter's eyes were still fixed on the slow, (lying fire. "It will be rather a rough job from what I saw of it," Jack went on, "We are to run a horizontal shaft into some ore deposits. Mr. Mac- Farlane and I have been studying the plans for some time; we went over the ground together'last month. That's why I didn't dome to you last week." Peter twisted his head: "What's the name of the nearest town?" Mac- Farlane had told him but he had for- gotten. "Morfordsburg. I was there once with my father when I was a boy. He had some ore lands near where these are;—those he left mc. The Cum- berland property we always called it. I told you about it once. It will never amount to anything,—except by expensive boring. That is also what hurts the value ef this new property the Maryland Mining Com- pany owns. That's what they want Mr. MacFarlane for. Now, what would you do if you ware me?" "What sort of a -tow:, is Morfords- burg?" inquired Peter, ignoring Jacks question, his head still buried between his shoulders. "Oh, like all other country villages away from railroad connection." "Any good houses,—any to rent?" "Yes,—I saw two." "And you want my advice, do you, Jack?" he burst out, rising erect in his seat. "Well, I'd stick to MacFarlane and take Ruth with me." Jack broke out into a forced laugh. Peter had arrived by a short cut! Now he knew, he was a mind reader. "She won't go," he answered in a voice that showed he was open to conviction. Peter, perhaps, had some- thing up his sleeve. "Have you asked her?" The old fellow's eyes were upon him now. "No,—not in so many words." "Well, try it. She has always gone with her father; she loves the out- door life and it loves her. I never saw her look as pretty as she is now, and she has her horse too, Try ask- ing her yourself, beg her to come a- long and keep house and make a home for the three of you." Jack leaned back in his seat, his face a tangle of hopes and fears. What was Uncle Peter driving at, any- how? "I have tried other things, and she would not listen," he said in a more positive tone. Again the two inter- views he had with Ruth 'came into his mind; the last one as if it had been yesterday. "Try until she does listen," continu- ed Peter. "Tell her you will be very lonely if she doesn't go, and that she is the one and only thing in Corkles- ville that interests you outside of your work—and be sure you mention the dear girl first and the work lastand that you won't have another happy hour if she leaves ;mu in the—" "Ohl—Uncle Peter!" "And -why not? It's a fact, isn't it? You were honest about Isaac; whynot be honest with Ruth?" 44/ - "No, you're not, --you only tell her half what's in your heart. Tell her all of itl The poor child has been very much depressed of late, so Fe- licia tells me, over something that troubles her, and I wouldn't be at all surprised if you were at the bottom of it. Give yourself an overhauling and find out what you have said or done to hurt her. She will never for- get you for pulling her father out of that hole, nor will he." Jack bristled up: "I don't want her to think of me in that way." "Oh, you don't! don't you? Oh, of course not! You want her to think fRiNE YOU Cla011101BUY New Eyes got yol min 'Primate Cisan.litalthyeantittlett Die ?Amine Ere Remedy "Night and morning." Reap your Byes aft% mese and Ecallaw. Write for Free Eve Ctre Book. lia1solly55esstrCo..9eassilasiksw.sidcass et.over t 0(1,10 dP ffo 040R 4 09 its,,toes.11 449k, frOM hie 400,4nd Valk, rid 'toward OM Ow, Where ,h0 t�d- w one Wild eh the' tnanteL.He knew Peter had a pilreeee in ell his raillery and yet. he dared not voice the verde that trembled on his 11 .; ite Could tell the old fellow eve in his life except his love for R and her refusal to listen to Tide was the bitterest of all his failures and this he would not and could not pour into Peter's ears. Neither did he want Ruth to have Peteres help, nor Miss Felicia's; nor MacFarlane's; not anybody's help where her heart was concerned. If Ruth loved him that was enough, but he wouldn't have anybody persuade her to love hire, or advise with her about loving him. How much Peter knew he could not say. Perhapal—perhaps Ruth told him somethingl--something he was keeping to himself! As this last thought forced itself into his brain a great surge of joy swept over him. For a brief mom- ent he stood irresolute. One of Peter's phrases now rang clear:— "Stoop a little!" Stoop?—hadn't he done everything a man could do to win a woman, and had he not found the bars always facing him? With this his heart sank again. No, there was no use of thinking anything more about it, nor would he tell him. There were some things that even Peter couldn't understand, —and no wonder, when you think how many years had gone by since he loved any woman. The chime of the little clock rang out. -Jack turned quickly: "Eleven o'clock, Uncle Peter, and I must go; time's up. I hate to leave you." "And what about the shanty and the cook?" said Peter, his eyes searching Jack's. "I'll go,—I intended to go all the time if you approved. "And what about Ruth?" "Don't ask me, Uncle Peter, not now." And he hurried off to pack his bag. w *TS S ritA0 The Sealed '*CHAPTER XX , If Jack, after leaving Peter end racing for the ferry, had, under Peter's advice, formulated in his mind any plan by which he could break down Ruth's resolve to leave both her father and himself in tbe lurch and go out in the gay world alone, there was one factor which he must have left out of his calculations—end that was the unexpected. • One expression of Peter's, however, haunted him all the way home:—that Ruth was suffering and that he had been the cause of it. Had he hurt her ?—and if so, how and when? With this, the dear girl's face, with the look of pain on it which Miss Felicia had noticed, rose before him. Perhaps Peter was right. He,had never thought of Ruth's side othe matter —had never realized that she, too, might have suffered. To -morrow he would go to her. If he could not win her for himself he could, at least, find out the cause and help relieve her pain. This idea so possessed him that it was uearly dawn before he dropped to sleep. With the morning everything chang- ed. Such a Rain had never been known to fall—not in the memory of the oldest moss -back in the village—if any such aneient inhabitant existed. Twelve hours of it had made rivers of the streets, quagmires of the roads, and covered the crossings ankle-deep with Mutt Biunt :bap while Isaac Was expeu on snuff Mine, ttinne.hi to Peter and Jeek, bad:fel W across the river- and had contngp4is to soak into Ids elOthes anal e ed Mrs. Hicks% front door:With private key. It was still pelting lovsy,, the next morning, when Jack, alarM...- ed at its fury, bolted his breakfast.; and, donning his oilskins and rubber boots, hurried to the brick Office from whose float windows he could get view of the fill, the culvert and. OP angry stream, and from 'whose rear Continued on Page 8 Ilavoymt Ilitcumailue or. flowtitla, . Science, Lumbago P Now Is tke time to get di of it. Nature la dotal all she cu for you. Just Itslp things dos& Gat a box of iestyletwes Rheumatic Capsules tram your Druggist mid you will soca is tat and welt agate. fi 'Ekes ilithird y • Sold by E. Umbacb. In Walton by W. G. NeaL A Big Bar A full-size, full -weight, solid bar of good soap is "SURPRISE." Best for any and all household use. For use in washing machines shave or slice a portion of the "igiRPRISE" bar direct to the maohise.--A will do flue work. t 51