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(Continued 'from last week)
"He said he wouldn't like to . dis-
- turb ye,"
, `Isn't this ,disturbance enough al-
ready she cried, and indeed it was.
The little Sisters were fluttering like
frightened 'pigeons on' whom the eyes
of a cat are resting..Alternately they
peered out on the road and stole
glances at. Patricia, who sat huddled
between the two' nuns like one in the
stupor of a dream.
While Rafferty was -away giving
her message, •Mother Frances pulled
at the sleeves of her habit and shook
them on her arms. She too was like
a bird in her perturbation, ruffling
out her feathers and preparing to de-
fend her young. ,,
After a silence amongst them,
which to those bursting hearts seem-
ed an eternity, a shadow fell across
the open doorway, and they stood
Charles Stuart. In that firstfhnstant,
he met the eyes of Patricia, and when
she saw the glitter of determination
in his, her own fell down before
them. They did not look at each oth-
er again.
"What is the—the—the—?" be-
gan Mother Prances.
• "The meaning of this, Mother,"'
said Charles quietly—"the meaning is
that I've,. got no time to waste, and
l've come to fetch this young lady
here."
"What for, may I- ask?" gasped
'the nun in her astonishment.
"Because I'm' in love with her," said
be, "and I've reason to believe she's
in love with me. .She 'thinks she's
got a vocation, but she hasn't. She's
n o more the sort that ought to - go in-
to a -convent than I am.
Mother Frances looked at-Patrieia,
S o did they all.
"Is this true, Patricia?" she asked•
"No," muttered Patricia under ,her
/breath, and her head was still bent
and her eyes were fixed upon the
floor: '
"Can ye hear what she says?" said
Mother Frances. "And that's yeer.
answer,. Now, if ye've any feelin's
' of a gintleman at all, ye'll put an end
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to this disgraceful e:onduct"and go
"I hear what she Says," repli
Charles, "but I don't 'believe her, .
I'm Rot going till she comes with m
If you want better reason, I must
so far as to betray a confidence
tell you that last night she said
me, if there was something so stro
that she could not resist she wou
give up her vocation. Well, she c
resist•this, because. I'm going to to
her. It's strongen,,a,han all ,'th:e voc
tions she'll ever get in her life;"
`,'That's` 'blasphemy' cried Moth
Frances.
• "It may, be," , said' he—"some trut
ares"
It was then that Patricia jumpe
to her' feet. •
"I'll settle this,' Mother Frances!"
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she ,cried out, when, the poor Sister
stretched out a despairing hand to
detain her. "Let me stand out 'there
on the road. I. cant talk to him sit-
ting in here."
They. let her go. There was that
in her • voice—the .high spirit of John
Desmond, perhaps --which they felt
could not be denied.
";Now!" she said, when she was
out there standing on the road beside
him and her 'eyes' were 'flashing back
into his. "Ye think ye're stronger
than all the thoughts I've had in ,.me
mind, ever since I was young! I. dare
ye to take --me. now, the way ,I'd „be
hatin' ye for the rest of me lifer,"We'll 'see about that," says he, and
in the flash of a moment, °she found
herself a mere bundle in' his arms,
kicking and struggling, it is true, but
as helpless in 'that embrace as if she
were a baby. Over the. road to -the
trap he carried her, with all the nuns
now crying out Iike a clock of fright-
• ened .geese. Up in the air he .lifted
her, holding her, ,still struggling,
across , his knees while he took his
seat in the trap.
There was a -moment when it
seemed to him the task was impos-
sible, that he would never be able to
get the reins in his hands or • set
them going' down the road. A. strug-
gling woman, though she may do no
harm, is sufficient' ,interference to
any mime of action. But just as he
was stretching for the reins she lay -
still, and then 'iihen he got the .horse
started, she began her struggles
again. •
It was a- comparatively easy- matter
now to hold her with one hand and
drive with the other, for her strug-
gles were less than he had expected
them to be. So they started off ,down
the road, away towards the'height of
Ravens Rock, and there behind them
like a, little cluster. of black crown,
with the white mare in their midst,.
stood the little Sisters' looking after
them.
Not more than. a' hundred'yardS'had
they gone when called out
that she could bear that Patricia,position no
longer.
"Let me sit on the seat!" she cried.
"You'll jump out,"'said he.
"Perhaps I shall," she replied.
"Then you can stay where you
are," he told her.
After another fifty yards, she prom-
ised she would not jump out. He let
her slip to her feet and, helped her
to the seat•beside him.
"I do hate you!" she exclaimed
when she wass free,
"I've expected that," he 'replied.
"You were, bound to hate' n!F. I mutt
put up with that till I can get bet-
ter•." •
"Ye'Il never get better from me,",
sheen muttered.
i "Well, • anyhow, 'tis better than
nothing at all," said he.
„ - again. �,.
ed - "We'lmay•get�'there in-•thine"at this
and pace,' said he. "It makes a devil of
e.
a lot of
difference who holds the
go reins."
and "This horse," said he, "could go
to twice as fast if he wanted to."'
ng At which she took the whip out of
ld it's socketand flicked the horse on
an't its neck, ' The animal bounded for-
ke ward, and Out of 'the corner. of his
a- eye Charles saw the look, of pleasure
that had come into her face. .. .
er "Patricia," he said presently.
"What is it?" she asked.
the "I love you," he replied, exactly as
he had done the night before. •
d She made -lap answer such, as she
had given him•,• then, 'but taking out
the whip again "and in silence, she
flicked the horse'"- on the neck once
more,
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JOHN DESMOND COMES INTO
HIS KINGDOM
John • Desmond kept the height of
his spirits • for • so long as .he was in
sight of Patricia,. with her trembling
lip and that betraying glitter in her
eye. But with every mile as he drove
back alone along the road to Port -
law, depression set .upon him, unspar-
ing in its revenge. 'He came back in-
to the house with heavy looks and a
good word ,for no one.
They were setting the house to
rights again. From one room to an-
other he went for solitude and 'his
comfort, swearing at them all. There
was no comfort to be• found except
in the kitchen, and there by the fire
he sat shouting-•-at"MYS-. "Slattery .,to
"get him his drink.
She brought it en the tray and
stood there before him, -'less' afraid •of
his tempers than, any left in that
house now that Patricia was gone.
"What's 'on ye?" ' she ,demanded,
with 'no little temper rising in her-
self, for she guessed how things must
have gone badly for the hoPe in both
their hearts.. "What's on ye at all?"
she repeated—"ye goin' •out • of the
house 'as if ye were goat, to a Wed -
'din', and corrin' back the way ye'd
buried a corpse itself."
He 'gave her not' one word in an-
swer till he had brewed his' drink,
and politely enough she waited in full
knowledge that that word must come.
"Has anythin' happened at all?"
she asked, to give him matter for his
answer when' once hehad taken a
draught 'of his brew.
"Nothing has happened," •he growl
ed—"not a thing at all!"
"Did ye expect something?"
"I-
did indeed." 1
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. '"What ;did ye _expect?"
"Shure„ I dunno., And, begor, 'tis
the way I didn't want to know. 'Tis
the deuce of a conscience I have, -and
wouldn't it have been accusin' me of
takin' 'a hand in it and breakin' me -
vows to the Almighty God. I kept me
fingers out of the whole thing, and
'tis too late now. 'Tis inside those
walls at Clonmel she'll • be this night,
and once she gets the ways of it
there's nothing '11 move her. Shure,
there's more food and drink a wo-
man can get out of one prayer than
I'd find in a whole bowl of this stuff,
and 'tis more than one" bowl I shall
want this night before me head'll go
down on me pillow."
"Yirra, what could he have done?"
cried Mrs. Slattery. "'When last night
was over, didn't I• know it was too
late then,"
"Had it been meself," said John„
Desmond, "I'd' have gone straight to
Rathgormuck, and I'd have pitched a
tale to the Mother there would have
kept that child out of the convent if
she'd come to it 011 her two knees
bendin'—I would so. •Didn't• she. As
good as'tell him she'd give up her vo-
cation -.if a' be there was something
stronger •came in • the way. 'Yirra,
wasn't that invitation enough for any
man to whip her up in his arms... there
and then and make Co more nonsense
about it. Shure, hadn't I been tellin'
hint: meself there's only one way a
Man is stronger than a woman, and
that's with his fisht? I'bad so, "Faith,
1've got no patience with' the young
men of this generation. They're let -
tin' the women get the, upper hand of
them entirely. Isn't it• 'got., to....make
tile bread he has, and, begor, she
won't have him •unless he shows en-
ough strength in his ar'iri to shtraight>
en out the first man that comes agin
him. And there's only one way for a
man makin' love to a woman, for him
to show her that."
"What way's that?" said Mrs, Slat-
tery.
He looked up at her as though she
was a fool.
"Catch` her round the middle," said
he, "and take her off her feet, and if
ye ever get a Man doin' that• to ye,"
he added, " tris a fine long arm he'll
have and a shtrong fella he'll be in-
to the bargain, and 'tis well ye'd be
to be takin' hint quick before his arm
is tired."
He talked ,no littleowisdom as, .he.
sat -there--that'-eveng drin
inking his
punch and insisting on the presence
of Mrs. Slattery, who stood there for
some hours together,. watching him
get drunk.
"There's no man," was one of the
things he said, when the punch had
got bold of him--"there'-s no man can
match his wits agin the woman is
worth her salt. Yirra, she'll beat him
every time. Shure, there's only one
thing she can't wriggle out of it,"
'said he, "and that's the grip of his
hand, and the more she knows it, the
•less she'll want to get:_away."
They tallied there till it was dark,
'Nit he would have no lamps' llghte •,
he. said.
"I can bear best what I've got In
the dark," said he, but presently
there came one of the girls with a
iigllted Candle in her hand, tearing
that Father Casey Web at the door
and he in a perspiration with his
iitlare •sweating under him.
After a long spell ,0'1 silence, she
asked him how he had come out on
that road. He explained his leaving
the dance early the night before, how
he' had gone back to Waterford and
hired the' trap, and come out to that
place where he had been waiting.
'Ye meant to do it, then,", said she.
"I did," he replied—;'after' what
you said last night:"
Again the sound of his words, "All
right—all .right!"' came back into the
swinging 'o.t the trap and the beat of
the horse's •hoofs.
"Ye've got the divvle's own will,"
said she. "And Where. are ye . takin'
me, please?"
. "To Dungarvan — there's a boat
waiting there; I know the captain.
We shall be in England this time to-
morrow and married—as soon as you
like."
"I won't do it!" she' eytclaimed.
"I'll wait til] you do," said he.
"Oh, I do hate you!" she cried
again: -
"I expected that," he repeated.
She fell exasperated into silence of-'
ter this, but all that time there was
singing in her ears, the music of the.
prince's sword. It' came in. the. note
of the humming. Wheels, in the beat
of the horse's hoofs, in the free, faint
song of the wind as it sped them -by.
Involuntarily she thought of the dis-
mal green light ,inside' the convent
conveyance; noaess involuntarily she
drew a deep breath as these thoughts
passed -across her mind., Then she
fell to comparing the horse before
hes• with the old white mare doing
its five miles an `hour with the rein§
in Rafferty's hands. '
With that consideration she snatch -
etre glance at Charles Stuart's hands,
holding the reins, and despite herself
she smiled when she saw the way he
clutched them,
"Ye don't know how to drive;" "said
sh e. - •
"I Can't help that," said he. "We're
getting there. If you hadn't. started
so late from Rathgormuck we'd have
plenty of time to spare."
"'Twasn't I started late," said she;
then a `moment later slie put out -her
hand.
"Give me the 'reins," said she.
He set his face' lest he should
smile, and gave them at once into
her hands. Immediately they were ,in
her grip the 'horse set forwavd With
a quieker step. He stadthered a smile
• ,,,
"Show him in bere," said John
I)eemond. "rtn ist no' fi't Bute to be
taudllut, fdr} %pe.
?I'rixey +hrglfl It• tlarrq little Men in„
atf>l brePOleiik*I0 the ride he had
rade dR}vn .110,140 road.
"Glory 'fte tq ,ci 4i" said h.e, as he
'entexed the kltw 011.1 "Didn't • I tell
ye 'twas a#ld; 'idea to be haven" a
dance for that.child and she goin
into the c vent the next day,"
"What's 14400.e4 her?" asked
John Desmoid and despite the state-
ment about his condition; he leapt-
to his feet.
"There's some men has taken her,"
gasped Father Casey—"and •she on
the --road with the titins to Clonmel.
Shure, never was there such .a scan-
dal iii these parts; all the time I've
been parish priest take
this place."
"Where did' he take her?" asked
Mrs. Slattery.
"'Twas a mile., beyond..Curragh-
keily; on the ' nountai.n road. There
he was with a trap ready and all, and
they've taken the road to Dungarvan."
"Did she go willin'?" asked John
Desmond.
"She did not. The nuns sent word
to me. There she was kickin' and
struggling, and he.. catchin' her up in
the power of his arms."
There was. one look that passed be-
tween Mrs. Slattery and John Des.
mond, and one look• was enough.
"Well, what can I do?': he asked,
standing there and swinging like a
pendulum backwards and forwards on
his feet.
- "What .can ye do?" cried Father
Casey. "Yirra, glory be to God, isn't
she yeer own child and ye can stand
there askin' me that. Shure, get the
best horse ye've got in the stables,
man, and ,ride to Dungarvan. If he
gets her on a boat there and is off
with her, she's lost."
"Begor, I'll find her," said John Des-
mond, and he went out into the stable
yard, shouting for the boy to fetch
his horse.
In less -than five minutes ' he was
rolling in the saddle and cursing in a
fine temper at anything that came in
his way.
"I'll find her," he shouted. "But if
she'll treat me like that, I'll not have
the girrl back in me house again un-
less she begs me to take her."'
Shakin g-..in.every._-part of her, Mrs.
Slattery ,rate,to his Side as he turned
to go out of the yaid.-
• "Tell her," she• whispered"— '"tell
her—
"Oh, Shure, I'll know what to tell
her," he whispered back, and he gal-
loped' out on to the drive. They heard
the rattle of" his horse's hoofs mak-
ing thunder out there ,in the darkness.
"There's no man with the drink in:
him I'd trust to. ride a horse on a
dark night like himself," said Mrs.
Slattery as she came back into the
kitchen. "'Tisa grand •man he is;"
she added, "and a great gintleman."
It was long before they got to bed
that night. Never was there so much
chattering in Waterpark before; as.
they all sat in the kitchen, wonder-
ing who it could be had taken Petri-
ctia away. At last they went to. their
rooms, and only the good woman,
Mrs: Slattery, sat' waiting up in the
hope of her master's return,
She' did not wait in vain.
Not long after midnight she caught
the r!ou d ti Qct se's41wQfs cogaingl?'
a canteir ufr the dr, ive, anc4• vas a# t
hail -deer ae fast as,.;her,.10gt3 �'O!
ca1Cry her:
"How as it ye'rc., track so soon,„.
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she Called out ijtto the darkxtess.
There was zlo" answex, 'but: at the
Sound of a voice the horse stood still
and shiver:d and panted in the bit-
terness of Its distress.ith a err
on her lips, the good Woman., ran
down • the, steps. Something was hang,
"Ing like a garment from the stirrup,
dragging there onthe ground. She
bent over it with a chill . and a pain
at her heart, and found the body of
John Desmond come tShus••'in no mean
Way into his kingdom,
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A TAIXILPIECE
It is characteristic of the -fairy tale
that it tells no more than it need.
When once the princess is set free
of the spell, of enchantment in whose
thrall she has been held, there is an
'end, the big issues 'are decided, and
it is q,nly the big issues a fairy story
concerns, itself to relate.
"Once upon a time," says the fairy
tale, "there was a king of a great
country—" And wastes. no moment
with genealogical trees or such con-
trivances to tell you how he came to
,be sitting on his throne.
-And that, no doubt, is the way to
tell a story. There is no need to des-
cribe that passage across the water
from Dungarvan to the bleak coast of
Wales, no purpose in relating ' that
first moment when Charles Stuart
took Patricia in his arms.
To the shrewd reader it surely was
sufficient when, declaring she could
speak the better, to him outside the'
convent conveyance,; Patricia had
descended and stood beside him on
the road. No vastly superior knowl-
edge of women was required to see
what she intended by that. If he had
the strength to convey her struggling
to the trap, it was much more con-
venient that he took her where she
stood, than having to scramble for
her, over the laps of a lot of nuns. -
A woman will always save a -man's
dignity for him if she wants to love
him afterwards., just as surely asyit
is the -first thing she will' rob hilt of
when her heart is her own.
--That-standing out in the -road, then,
Was signal enough for the end of any
fairy tale such as wewant to. read.
But this story is of the modern order.
The listening children ask more, ques-
tions today: So it is our story is car-
ried on until --Patricia takes the whip
in •her hand and flicks it over the
horse's neck;. lest they come too, late
into Dungarvan; And in such a mood
no 'more demonstration of affection
can be asked,of a woman than that.
Once she took 'the reins in her hand,
increasing the pace by at least three
Wiles an hour, What else could there
be for those two but -the happiness
that is ever after?
And with John Desmond —• well,
kings as well as men must die, and
who better fitted in this story was
there than he for a strenuous death
in the full tide of his cups and in the
very hour of his deliverance?
Here we are, then, with the elm log
burnt and that winter fire turning to
ab1,,.@'W.11idfali of e t rationed sl i ..
tAtisi Plenth means that, 1#4347 iiwi¢Aa(,
makers are, c xatr g tlte>it'1304.0 and''
will he z14,444g more1amss apc pi" 1
than they had intended, Tire ktoite`.
econow sts of the gofitaM er ,Secti:on,
Dominion Depaitmeht of 4gi;ietiltilrn,`
point out that sugar •still .has to 'be.
used with a careful hand and in'•t4is
year's folder "Jams, Jellies and Ilii k'
les," tire tested recipes which inolllde
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"Corn Relish" are given with this in
mind. Speaking of the folder, ,a ropy
may heobtained by writing •to the
Dominion Department of Agriculture,
Ottawa.
Each of they three recipes. which fol-
low calls for tomatoes, either red or
green. The Chili, Sauce and Corn Re-
lish should be made right away while
ripe tomatoes are at their best, but
the Green Tomato Chow -Chow may
be- left until a little later. Chili sauce'
is so good that even though one batch
takes almost zhalf the extra two
pounds of sugar allowed per person,
it is well worth using the sugar for
this purpose. The same might be
said about the Green Tomato •Chow
Chow which, incidentally, is an ex-
cellent
xcellent way of making good use of
these tomatoes in the garden which -
refuse to ripen.
• Chili Sauce
1 tablespoon whole cloves
3 tablespoons whole allspice "
1. gallon chopped; skinned ripe
tomatoes (8 lbs.)
21/2 cups chopped, peeled onions
(6 medium)
2%' cups chopped, seeded green
or sweet red peppers (6,me,i-
ium)
11/2 cups .sugar
2 tablespoons salt
4
cups blended pickling -vinegar.
Tie spices in cheesecloth -bag. Com-
bine with remaining ingredients in
saucepan. -Cook, uncovered, 2W -to :3
hours, or until quite thick, stirring
frequently: RQ,move 'spice bag. Pour
into sterilize& sealers or jars and
seal. Yield: About 6 pints.
Corn Relish
6 cups corn (cut from cob)
4 cups coarsely chopped cucumber
4 cups coarsely chopped ripe tom-
atoes -
4'cups • coarsely chopped celery
1 cup chopped green pepper
1 cup chopped sweet red pepper
4 cups chopped white onions
3 'tablespoons salt
2 tablespoons mustard
1 tablespoon tumeric ^
, 4 cups pickling vinegar
the grey ashes: Let's light our
dies so, and get to bed.
THE END
can -
acids solbtiouted-betto,P*41#
lank. botter. Get 1)040
•2 r/z cups brown, sugar : `;•
Mix ingredients: Well Simmer, t
covered, 'until thickea.ed-41?µt
.minute:, :stirring frequently, Yield,
About 8 pints: 1.
Green Tomato Chow-Cttow
30 medium ggreen tomatoes
(71/2 lbs.)
6 large onions •
i/2 cup salt
1 tablespoon mustard seed
1 tablespoon whole allspice '
1 tablespoon celery seed
1 tablespoon •whole ,claves
1 tablespoon dry mustard -
1 tablespoon peppercorns
1/i lemon,
2 sweet red peppers
3 cups brown sugar
3 cups brown sugar
3 cups blended pickling vinegar:.
Slice tomatoes and 'onions thinly •
and place in a crock or enamel ves-
sel inalternate layers with the salt.
Let stand overnight. In the morning,
drain thoroughly, rinse in cold water
,and drain well "again. Tie allspices
loosely in a cheesecloth bag; slice
- . ..
lemon thinly; remove stem and seeds
from peppers and slice thinly, Add ,
spice bag and sugar to vinegar, bring `
O. 'boiling—point- -then add tomatoes,
onions, lemon and peppers. Cook for
one-half hour, stirring.,gently to pre -
Vent sticking. Remove spice bag and
pack pickles in hot, sterilized jars;
cool and seal. • Yield.; Aboutie pints:
ONTARIO PARENTS CAN TAKE THESE RECOGNIZED PRECAUTIONS
AGAINST THE POSSIBLE THREAT OF P
OLIO .,
g�1.
Nf:>
It is in August and September
that poliomyelitis (polio) is most
prevalent. During these last
weeksof summer,thoughtful
parents should observe every rule
that will protect their little ones
,,from, this disease.
In our Province, comparatively few
cases of polio have occurred as yet
but in some sections, of the United
States, infantile paralysis—as 'it is
more commonly called—has reach-
ed epidemic proportions.
The Ontario Department of health'
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therefore urges every family to keep
in step with the common-sense
precautions outlined below. Read
them carefully,, Encourage your
children to practice them daily.
Guard your family's 'health during
this particular period of the years
SIX `SIMPLE PRECAUTIONS:
\eel or scrub all raw fruitand +vege-
ables before sere -in
2. rotect all food.froir cies
3. Teach your children to avoid crowded
beaches and pock and twimriiing
in dirty water.
4. Avoid over -fatigue and if 'poSsibie
have your children rest for two hours
each afternoon.
5. Prevent your children from suffering
sudden chills, or,exposing themselves
to too much sun.
6. Make sure your children wash their
hands before eating.
If your child is i11 do not hesltpte to seek medical advice
DEPARTMENT OF HEALTH
FOR THE .PROVINCE OL ONTARIO
•I. T. Phcdr, M.B., D.R.H.
Dejitity Minister of Health
Roll tl 1'e ICehfy
Minister sit *era,
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