Exeter Advocate, 1912-8-22, Page 2ONLY A MONTH.
OR, A CURIOUS MYSTERY EXPLAINED.
ER XIV.:
The cemetery Sust cuticle ;tla3
Stadsport at Bergen, which heel
galled F. rth the, ease: admeest- .n
of Blanche Morgan in the previoes
summer, looked perhaps even leve-
ller now that reinter had come with
its soft, white shroud. The body of
Sigurd FaaIek rested beside that of
his wife in the midst of all this love-
li..uess, and one winter a ftereoon
Sigrid and littler S wanhild came to
bring to the, grave their wreaths and
crosses, for it was their father's
birthday, They had walked from
their uncle's souse laden with, all
the flowers they had; been able
e?olleet, and now stood at the gate
of the cemetery, which opened stiff
ly owing to the frost. Sigrid looked
older and even sadder than she had
doue in the feast shock of her
father's death, hut little Swanhild
had just the an fair rosy .face as
before.
"No one else teas remembered his
bi.rthden," she said, as they enter
ed the silent grave -yard. "See, the
pnow is quite, untrodden, Sigrid,
when are they going to put father's
name on the stone ?" and she vela -
ad
to the elanting marble slab which
leaned against the small cross.
"There is only mother's name still..
Won't they'put a bigger slab in-
stead where there will be .room for
leoth
"Not now,:" said Sigrid, her voice
trexublieg�,
"But why not, Sigrid? Every orae
else has names put. It seems as if
we bad forgotten him."
`'Oh, no, no," said. Sigrid, with a
iib. "It, isn't that, darling;it is
that we remember so well, and know
what he would have wished about
it."
IY
I dean'' understand," egad the
child wistfully.
"It is in this way," said Sigrid
taking her hand tenderly. "I can
not have money spent on the tomb-
stone, because he would not have
Iiked it. Oh, Swanhild I—you must
know it some day, you shall hear it
non—it was not only his own money
that was lost, it was the money of
other people. And till it is paid
back how can I alter this?"
Swanhild'a eyes grew large and.
bright.
"It was that, then, that made him
die," she faltered. "He would be
so sorry for the other people. Oh,
Sigrid, I' will be so good; I don't.
think I shall ever be naughty again.
Why didn't you tell me before, and
then I shouldn't have been cross
because you wouldn't buy me
things?"
"I wanted to shield you and keep
you from knowing," said Sigrid.
"But after a11, it is better that you
should hear it from me than from
some outsider."
"You will treat me like a baby,
Sigrid, and I'm ten years old after
all—quite old enough to be told
things. . And oh, you'll let me
help to earn money and pay back
the people, won't you I"
"That is what Frithiof is trying to
do," said Sigrid, "but it is so dif-
ficult and. so slow. And 1 can't
think of anything we can do to
help."
"Poor dear old Frithiof," said
Swanhild. And she gazed away over
the frozen lake to the snow moun-
tains which bounded the view, as if
she would like to see right through
them into the big London shop
where, behind a counter, there
stood a fair-haired Norseman toil-
ing l?ravely to pay off those debts
ef'which she had just heard.
Very sadly they left the cemetery,
pausing again 10 struggle with the
stiff gate, while Swanhild held the
empty flower -baskets.
"Can't you,do it ?" " exclaimed
the child. "What a tiresome gate
it is ! worse to fasten than to un-
fasten. But see'! here; come the
Lunclgrens. They will help."
Sigridglanced round, blushing
bl shins
vividly as she met the eager eyes
of Torvald Lundgren, one of Fri-
thiof's school friends. The greet-
ings were.frank'and friendly on
both sides, and ldaclale, a tall, pret-
ty girl of sixteen, took little Swan-
bild's arm 'and walked on 'with ,;her.
"Let et us leave those two to set-
tle the gate between them," she
sai.rl, smiling. "It is far too cold' to
wait: for them."
Now Torvald Lundgren was a
year or two older than Frithjof, and
having long 'been, in a position of
authority he was unusually old for
hise, �,
Asfriend • .:
gd liked
hint, but of late the had half feared
that he wished to be more than: a
friend, and consequently- she was
not well pleased to see that, by the
time the gate was actually shut,
Madale and Swanhild were far in
advance of them,
".Have you heard from Frithiof
yet?"' she asked, walking on brie
Iy.
"No," said Torvald. "Pray scol
WATCII YOIIR
C1111.011EN'S
IlEALTII
If any of your Qhildren seem. to be
pale and anaemic. growing too fist or
too slowly, don't start doctoring them,
Food is the keynote of a child's growth
and health. Some children, owing to
constitutional weakness. or as a result
of children's diseases, will not thrive on
food from wiaioh stronger ones 'benefit.
In such cases the addition or Bovril to
the diet will. produce marked. results,
Bovril is concentrated beef in its best,
and most palatable form, Stringent
scientific tests: have drown that it is a
great body-builder. It is in itself a
highly condensed_ ,food.. leu$ it gossea,es
the remarkable power of enabling the
system to draw the full' store of
nutriment from ordinary food. Give
your child between meals, once a day,
a cup of warm milk, in which. you have
stirred a spoonful of Bovril, and try a
dash or uovril in -your gravies, sauces
and soups. It will be not only the
k- delicate ones who will appreciate the
added, zest, all will benefit from the
d increased nutrition.
t,0 hire well for me when you next
write, How does he seem 7 In beta
ter spirits again?"
a;I don't know," said Sigrid-
yea
igridrven tome he writes very seldom.
It is wretched having him so far
away and not knowing what is hap -
peeing to him.*'
"I wish there was anything l:
could do for him," said Torvald,
"but there seems no chance of any
opening out here for him."
"That is what my uncle says. Yat
it was no fault of Frithiof's, it
sesalls hard that he should have to
suffer: I think the world is very
cruel. You and Madale were almost
the only friends who stood by us
you were almost the only ones who
scattered fir branches in the road
on the morning of any father's fun -
oral."
"You noticed that?" he said, col
oring.
"Yes; when. I saw how little had
been strewn I felt hurt and sore to
think that the others had shown so,
little respect for him, and grateful
to you and Madale."
"Sigrid," he said, quietly, "why
will you not let nae be something
more to you than afriend ? All that
I have is yours. You are not happy
in Herr Gronvold's house. Let axe
take care of you. Colne and make
my house happy, and bring Swan-
hild with you to be my little sister."
"Oh, Torvald!" she cried, "I
wish you had not asked me that.
You are so good and" kind, but --
but—"
"Do not answer rate just yet,
then; take time to think it over,"
he pleaded; "and indeed 1 would.
do ray best to make you very hap-
+ py"I know you would," she replied,
her eyes falling with tears, `.But
yet it could never be. I could never
love you as a wife should love a
husband, and I am much too'fond
of you, Torvald, to let you be mar-
ried just for your comfortable
house."
"Your aunt led me to expect that,
perhaps, in time, after your first
grief had passed—"
"Then it was very wrong of her,"
said •Sigrid, hotly. "You have al-
ways been my friend -a sort of sec-
ond brother to me—and oh, do let
it be so still. Don't 'leave off being
my friend because of this, fortindeed
I can not help it,"
"My only wish is to help you,"
he said, sadly, "it shall be as you
would have it."
And then they walked on together
in an uncomfortable silence until
they overtook the others at Herr
Gronvold's gate, where Torvald
grasped. her hand for a moment,
then, looking at his watch, hurried
Mad.ale away, saying that he should
be late for some appointment.
Fru Gronvold had unluckily been
looking out of the window and had
seen the little group outside. She
opened the front door as the two
girls climbed the steps.
"Why did not the Lundgrens
come in ?" she asked, a look of an-
noyance passing over her thin, worn
face.
"1 didn't ask them,"--' said Sigrid,
blushing.,
"And I think Torvald had some
ngagement," said Swanhild un-
onsciously coming to the -rescue.
"You have been out. a long time:
wanhild, now run away to your
racticing," said Fru Gronvold, in.
he tonewhich the child detested.
`Come in here, Sigrid, I want a
word with you."
Fru Gronvold had , the ' best of
hearts, but her manner was unfor-
tunate ; from sheer . anxiety to de
well by people she often repulsed
them. To Sigrid, accustomed from
her earliest girlhood to -Come and
)Id folks who need something
of the kind, find
nost-'effective without any discomfort
acre 'sed doses not needed 25c, a box
yotir"druggist's.
�aiianal oeu ' aid &heesleat 55.of f r a' Limited.
64:=
e
c
S
p
t
go as she pleased and 'to manage
her father's house this manner was
almost intolerable. She resented
interference most strongly, and was
far too young and inexperienced to
see. beneath her aunt's dictatorial
tone, the .real kindness "that exist-
ed, Hier blue eyes looked defiant as
she marched into the sitting-roorn,
and drawing off `her gloves began
to warm her hands by the stove,
"Why did you not ask Tory alo`
Lundgren to come in ?" asked Fru
Gronvold, taking up her knitting.
`Because I didn't want to ask
him, .auntie."
"But you ought to ,think what
�rsf
=5i
other people want, not always of
yourself,''
"I did," said Sigrid, quickly.
knew he didn't want to e omo in
"What nonsense you tally, child
said Fru Gronvold, knitting w s
more vigor than before, as if'
vented her impatience upon the so
she was making, "You must knew
quite well that Torvald admires you
very much; it is mere affection to
pretend not to see what is patent to
ell the world,"
"I do not prat -end," said Sigrid,
angrily, "but you—you have en-
couraged hizn to hope, and it is un-
fair and unkind of you, He told me
you had spoken to pian,"
"What! he has proposed to
you ?" said Fru Gronvold, dropprng
her work. "Did he speak to you 'be-
lay, dear ?"
`'Yes," said Sigrid, blushing grin ..
son,
"And you said you would let him
have his .answer later on. I see,
Of course you could not ask him
4t1
would ever have expected to be.
And might have been able to help
Frithiof, for we should have been
rich. Perhaps I am losing this
chance of what would he beatfor
every one else just for a fancy. Oh,
what am 1 to do? .After all, he
would have been very kind, and
here they are not really kind. Re
would have taken such care of me,
and it would surely be very nice to
be taken care of again."
(To be continued,)
TRAVELLING LIG'rRT
Yet De Latoenaye Was .Able to Ap-
pear at Dinner ii Pull Dress.
Sir Charles Napier was once de-
lightfuily pictured in Punch as set-
ting out for Scinde with "his soap"
and very little besides. De Latoc-
naye, a Breton emigre of 179e, who
travelled in Ireland, chiefly on foot,
and invariably turned up at the
houses of his friends with almost no
visible, baggage, carried nearly as
simple an outfit. Yet in some nays
terious way he was always able to
appear at dinner in full. dress. In
his book, "Promenade en Iriande,'
De Latoenaye tells how he mecca
pushed this feat,
"I had my hair -powder in a bag
ith made of a lady's glove; my razor,
h e needles, thread, scissors and a
ee cowls all went into a pair of dnne-
ing-punxps, Ia addition, I parried
two pairs of silly stockings, breeches
"1 said nothing off the sort," said
Sigrid, vehemently. "I told him
that I could never think of marry-
ing him, and we shall still be the
good friends we leave always been."
"My dear child, cried Fru Gron-
vold, with genuine distress in her
tone, "how could you be so foolish,
so blind to all your own interests'
He is a most excellent fellow, good
and steady and rich—all that heart
could wish."
"There, 1 don't agree with you,"
said Sigrid, perversely. "I should
wish my husband to be very differ.
ent. He is juet like 'Torvald in, Ib.
sen's 'Kit Dukkenhjenx,' we always
told him so,"
"Pray ,don't quote that hateful
play to me," said Fru Gronvold.
"Every one knows that Ibsen's fool.
ish ideas about women being equal
to men and sharing their confidence,
could only bring misery and mis-
chief, Torvald Lundgren is a, good,
upright, honorable man, and your
refusing him is most foolish."
"He is very good, I quite admit,"
said Sigrid. "He is my friend, and
has been always, and will be always,
But if he were the only man on
earth nothing would induce me to
marry him. It would only mean
wretchedness for us both."
"Well, pray don't put your fool-
ish notions about equality and ideal
into Karen's head," said Fru Gron-
vold, sharply. "Since you are so
stupid and unpractical 't will he
well that Karen should accept the
first good offer: she receives."
"We are not likely to discuss the
matter," said Sigrid, and rising to
her feet she hurriedly i --eft the roo:e.
Upstairs she ran choking with
angry tears, her •aunt's last words
haunting her persistently and in-
"flicting deeper wounds the more she
dwelt upon them.
"She wants me to marry him so
that she may be rid of the expense
of keeping us," thought the poor
girl. "She doesn't really care for
us a bit, for all the time she is
grudging the money we cost her.
But I won't be such a bad friend to
poor Torvald as to marry him be-
cause I am miserable here. I would
rather starve than do that. Oh!
how I hate her maxims about taking
what you can get ! Why should love
and equality and a true union lead
to misery and mischief ? It is the
injustice of lowering woman into a
mere pleasant r housekeeper that
brings half the pain of the world, it
seems to me."
But by the time Sigrid had lived
through the long. evening, bearing
as best she migiit the consciousness
of her aunt's disappointment and
vexation with her, another thought
had begun to stir in her heart. And
when that night she went to her
room her tears were no longer the
tears of anger, but of a miserable
loneliness and desolation,
She looked at little Swanhild ly-
ing fast asleep,; and wondered how
the refusal would affect her life,
"After alI," she thought to her-
self, "Swanhild, would . have been
happier had 1 accepted 'aim. • She
would have had a rriuch nieer home
and Torvald would never have let
her feel thats he was a. burden. He
Soule;' nave been very kind to • us
both and f suppose • I` might have
made hint happy as heppy.`as ho
:ass finest sugar
at its .est
your love of
cleanliness and
purity will be
' gratified by this S-
ound Sealed Package of
Extra Granulated Sugar
it's Canada's finest sugar, fresh from the Refiner.,
untouched by human hands. Each Package
contains 5 full pounds of sugar Your Grocer
can supply you.
Xcauada Sugar Relining :.
Ourap ny, Limited,
rille%'?PA;+a,r
eta
of such fine stuff that they would �vawrvo�w,oa�eeasea
.
fold up as small as my fist, three
Cravats, two very ftne shirts, three
pocket -handkerchiefs, and a dress
coat with six pockets.
"Three of these pockets I kept
for letters, portfolio, and so forth;
in the others, whenever I was going
to call at a decent house, 1 stowed.
away nay belongings, which were
packed, some in the pumps, the rest
in one of the pairs of etackings.
"At other times," he concludes,
with more than French vivacity, "I
tied the three parcels in a handker-
chief and carried then at the end.
of my walknig-stick, en which I had
managed to fix an umbrella,"
Thus equipned, he stayed at Lord
Kenmore's for a week, at Hazel-
wood and at Florence Court for the
sante length of time, at Lord Alta-
inont's and Ballynahinch for longer
still, no doubt to the astonishment
of housemaids as well as of hosts,
But he was never disturbed ;by his
lack of luggage, and steadily re-
fused all proffered loans of cloth-
ing.
By the tixne De Latoenave got to
Sligo the weather had broken, and
he was obliged to add a, spencer to
his wardrobe,
CORRECT«
"Here's a little problem for you.
Jones bought & dog for $10, and
sold it for 15 'per cent. profit, to
Smith. Smith sold it to Robinson
for 23/ per cent. profit, and Robin-
son unloaded it on Perkins for 5
per cent. more gain. Then Per-
kins sold the brute at a 10 per cent.
loss. Now, the question is, what
did Perkins sell it for i"
"Gosh! Too complicated for me.
What did Perkins sell it for ?"
"Because it bit one of his chil-
dren on the leg !"
POINTED PARAGRAPHS.
Talk isn't always cheap;' it often
costs a mane black eye.
A bigamist is a man who has
more wives than brains.
A bent pin on a chair makes an
excellent starting point.
It's r easy to earn a living, but
getting it is another proposition.
No, Alonzo; you can't make both
ends meet by stretching the imagi-
nation.
Our idea of an optimist is a man
who saves a ,little 'sunshine for a
rainy day.
An occasional failure encourages
the hustler to make a more strenu-
ous effort.
Experience is a great teacher,
but graduates are handed their
diplomas by the undertaker.
Love may not make the world go
round, but it has that effect on the
wheels in the' lover's' head.
A piece of colored glass looks
beautiful in a church' window, but it
does not show up well in a ring.
A man never knows how deet-
footed he reailNr is until he has oc-
casion to make a getaway `from a,
leap -year girl.
And many, a man's 'self-control ,is.
due to the fact that his wife is big
enough and strong enough to sit on;
him occasionally,
On the Farm
•
ANIMAL HAPPINESS.
The dairyman who is 'coking for
results will not allow the dog or
the small boy to worry his cows, He
knows that if he wants a, well-filled
pail they nqust not be frightened,
but kept quiet and content,
The grower of beef cattle is sure
to weed out the one that is eontinu
ally bawling, when it should be
grazing, for the simple reason that
there is more waste than gain o
adipose ass ti
ss to at
P t such a 'ince, The
stock content to feed upon the good
pasture at hand, rather than busy
themselves trying to break into for-
bidden fields, possibly not nearly
as good, are the ones that make the
most gain in weight,
The hen that is dogged every time
she finds a, nice soft place to scratch
is not the one that snakes the beat
egg record. She may be hard on
the garden, but a good fence would
easily fix that. Do not discourage
Iter natural efforts and then expect
her to do her best for you.
The horse that is compelled to.
fight flies continually cannot get in
a full day's work, or at least if it
does there is less in stamina which
eventually tells on the life work of
the animal. Neither can it do its
best with an ill-fitting heelless. The
horse that is comfortable and in
good spirits is the one which makes
the record.
A flock of sheep harassed by dogs
soon show the trouble in their gen-
eral condition as surely as in their
manner, Fleetness of foot is not
one of the characteristics of the ani-
mal' and when this is enforced as a
means of preservation it is to the
detriment of the flock.
The farmer and his family, as
well as his stock, accomplish more
when carefree and in a happy turn
of mind. All Nature is fresh and
cheerful. It is profitable for us to
be likewise !
getting recognition as a, partner in
the business,
Thi's is having—it has, had—its et..
feet, and the result is, farmers are
now posted on poultry profits. They
will continue to be posted, and those
who have been operating incubators
will go back to hen incubation only
when they return to the old custom
of treading out the grain with oxen
—only when'they are prepared to
put the dream separator on the
shelf,
Poultrymen who are in the bust-.
ness commercially --whose living de-
pends upon the profits—would as
soon think of threshing grain with.
the old -tune flail as they would of
hatching thicker or ducklings with
f hens or ducks. The thought would
I he absurd, Without the incubator
they ey wouldhave to go out of buali-
CROWDING OUT THE HENS.
Where not many years ago nine
out of ten farms had never heard of
an incubator, 'to -day the word is
passing from farm to farm that the
profits are larger; the work less on-
erous, the hatches more sure, and
the hens are taking fewer holidays,
laying mare eggs. Not all on am -
count of the incubators, but prim-
arily on account of the incubator,
and, secondly, on account of the
large amount of book knowledge
distributed with it,
The farmer's wife is doing her
share in the profit -snaking. She al-
ways has done it, but now she is
NOTES OF THE BOG LOT.
If a thin sow has more pigs than
she eau suckle to advantage, take
part of them away and raise theta
on as bottle.
They should be taken away when
only two or three days` old, and
they will then quickly learn to take
milk through the ordinary nursing
bottle with a rubber nipple and in
is, short time will learn to drink
from the trough.
Bad practice to sell good brood
sows and replace with young gilts,
as continued breeding from imma-
ture sows will produce a weak
strain.
In selecting a brood sow watch
the herd at feeding time. The
thriftiest always get to the trough
first, and these are the ones to
buy.
Never buy a brood sow with short
legs and short, chunky body. She
must have big feeding capacity in
order to produce plenty of milk.
LEARN TO GRAFT.
Why not urge the boys to experi-
went in grafting different Ends of
fruit trees? Dig up some small
fruit trees, such as plum, cherry, -
apple or peach, some of which can
be raised by planting the seed. The
plum and cherry trees can be found
almost any time where the sprouts
come from the old trees. Then get
some limbs from a tree of the same
kind and of a choice variety and
bury them all in a box of dry dirt
in the cellar, At any time during
the winter or spring graft them
and put them back in the dirt till
tixne to plant out.
Including natives and Europeans,
the population of India is 315,000,-
000.
Eighteen thousand and . bricks can be
manufactured by steam in ten
hours.
f?ogernber 1
' 0
III—teat it—see for yourself — that, "St. Lawrence
&a Granulated'' is as e
choice"asrigarasmoneycanbuy.
Get a xoo pound bag ---or even a 20 pound bag—and compare
"StLawrence with any other -nigh-grade
granulated saga*. x► .,
Note the pure white color of ''fit. Lawrence"—its
.. •.fi'r .
anaforni grain—its diamond -like sparkle --its match-
less sweetness, ;These are the signs of quality.
And Prof. Horsey's analysis is the proof of purity
_.,.clog too to toot io
99% ,° � , 4f pnxccane sugar with -arta
impurities.. whatever". ' Insist: en having"
L.(WR. NCE' GRANpi AT D"a et
� your grocer's,
ST. Lawan4iCE SUGAR 8!$.•1S'life ',I(EYRS 81tP II1ETa;
MONTREAL, 66 A
iq
l4