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The Exeter Advocate, 1918-3-28, Page 6DiESSING FOR EASTER -INSIDE Stearin, ;Seth Dillon was singing softly as she bent over the billowing waves of ribben and silk, end lave: a `.Behold,+the laird is risen, Send wide the glad refrain; For He has burst aentidee The bonds of death and pain, Clearly and sweetly her wive greW in volume until it floated out into the o; ail ht a silvery thread a melody:: "Throw wide the portals of your soul, And let the Saviour in; The Saviour, who has conquered The grave ,and death, and sin." Her motli•er cavae wearily up the stairs, and paused by the open door- way. Then she stepped inside. "Have you tried it on, dearie?" she inquired, glancing at the snowy puff on the bed. "Is it all right?" "Yes'm—to the last„dot." She laugh- ed happily. "It's the dearest love of a dress I ever saw. I'll feel like a queen to -morrow. T had no idea you could coax it out of father. How'd you manage?" Then, not waiting for an answer, "I knew, soon's I saw it in ' Carlton's the other clay, it would fit to a tee." Lifting the billowy mass she shook ii. out. "Isn't it sweet?"she asked ecstatically, Mrs. Dillon looked critically at the dainty frock, "It is pretty, that's a fact," she agreed. "I'm downright glad you have it. You'll be young only once, and Easter's the time for daintiness and purity, . if ever any time is." Beth returned to her former query. "How'd you manage?" she repeated. "Was father very obdurate?" A second her mother hesitated, "To tell the truth," she confessed at length, "I only asked him for tendol- lars. The rest was some I had." "I see." The girlish voice was a trifle indifferent. Afterall, what did it matter how she got it so long as it was really hers? Then the tele- phone rang. "I'll go," She chimed, and danced down the stairs. Over the wire ' came a neighbor's voice. "I wish you'd ask your moth- er, Beth, to tuck ' that recipe for sponge cake into her Bible to -morrow, and bring it along to church. I want to get it bright and early Monday morning." "All right," responded Beth. "I'll tell her." • Hanging up the receiver, she ran up -stairs and, entering her mother's room, found her beginning to undress. She delivered her message. Mrs. Dillon slipped into her bath- robe. "I'll give it to her over, the 'phone," she said "I'm not going to m church to'orrow." "Why, Mother Dillon!" Beth's eyes were wide; her face showed incredul- ous bewilderment. "You always go! And to -morrow's going to be grand the best music and the best decora- tions we've ever had!" "I know," quietly. "Nevertheless, I am going to stay home and put in a day of rest." The pretty brows of the girl stand- ing by the door were drawn into a little frown. "Marnsie," she an- nounced, pointing an accusing finger h in her mother's direction, "you've al- ways taught me it meant a lot to; be loyal to one's church." "Yes, daughter.": Her another`!s voice was patiently sweet; her eyes had a far away, wistful light that did not escape the•sharp young eyes of her daughter. "So it does, But it is God, you know, the Church stands for; and there might, perhaps,. be circumstances that would necessitate going to church in the 'holy place call ed life,' which one can always find ih her own heart and home," and, gently putting her on one side, Mrs. Dillon went down the stairs. Beth returned to her room. "I wonder," she mused, "just what moth- er meant by all that!" Then, for- getting lesser: things, she returned to the inspection of the new gown. A moment later she was hurrying across the street. "I'll just run in," she exulted, "and tell Gladys `I have it." Pushing back the door of the oppo- site house she stepped into the; -hall. "Gladys!" she trilled. "Gladys!" "That you, Beth? Come on up.", ` A girl's head appeared over the up per stair rail, and Beth bounded up the stairs. Seizing her churn about. the waist, she gave her a hug. "I've got the'dearest gown!" she cried. Girl -fashion, " she have a little spin and dropped dizzily a laughing, rosy heap, in the centre of' room, "Oh,. Gladys! it's a perfect dear! What'd you decide on ?" A. slow, dull red,.crept into Gladys' cheeks, "I don't believe,"' she said. slowly, "I'll go. Father says he can't 'afford an unnecessary dollar, times are so hard with him just now. I can't wear my old suit, when everyone else will be having something new and sweet, so I'm, just going to stay home," Dismay and quick.synipathy touched Beth's face. "Oh, but," she wailed,. "whatever'll we do?. We need your voice, Gladys.- You, must come! I don't believe I'd have had mine ex- cepting that x-cepting"that I'm to sing that selection alone, you know. And anyhow, dear, dress or no dress, you've got to' be loyal to' your church, you know." Gladys gave a short laugh; but there was no semblance to mirth in it. "It's easy," she announced,- a. thin edge of sarcasm biting along the edge of her Words, "to talk about being,?. loyal to your church when We Euater, rtcl you have the prettiest frock in town, with everything to thatch." There was a moment of 'uncoi►ar Portable silence. Then Beth' arose, "Good -night," she said stiffly, and marched, with hurt dignity, down the. stairs. "Behold the -Lord is risen!" -she hummed the line, and stopped. The musicseemedto have left her soul, "I don't see what's got into mother,",she complained petulantly. "Going to bed with the birds, and staying away from church on Easter, of all days; and when I'm to sing alone, into the bargain!" and turning in at the. gate rather abruptly, without raising her eyes, she ran plump into her father's arms. He laughed. "Quite an armful," said he, looking down into her face. Then: Dreaming of the new dress. '.I sup- pose?:, She podded. "You'll be proud of me, father, when you see I have on the prettiest frock in town." "Maybe!' His tone "was brusque. "It takes quite a deal,. though, my lass,' to make a father really proud of his girl . " Something in his tone brought a quick limp into Beth's throat: "And you're not thinking; you'll be proud of yours?" she faltered. The eyes of father and daughter met. Hers, questioning—hurt;' ; his, quiet, keen and grave. "Hardly," he replied. "I suppose, as your mother says, you're young, and it's Easter, and all the other • girls arer, having something pretty nice. But your another's been saving that money quite a spell for a new dress and hat. She was trying to patch' her old one up this afternoon when the baby got, hold of the ink bottle and emptied' it into her lap. She's worn that dress for ;six years, so I guess it isn't a great loss. But it's the only thing she has, sa I don't see but she'll have to stay home until I can squeeze out money for another. I'm thinking stay with her." Opening the gate, he moved briskly down the street. - Dra.ggingly Beth went up the walk? p to the house. At the steps she turnned. 1 It was chilly and, she pulled her coat a little closer.' "So far as comfort goes," she" observed morosely,."one wouldn't mind her winter dress." I Once inside she went straight to her room and, lifting the dainty frock once more, shook it out, passing her hands caressingly over its soft folds. "It's mine," she said slowly; "mine!" I-IERE must be no "slackers" this year, either among ' the seeds or the growers.Everyman andwoman with n a an garden space, must produce to the limit of his or her abil ty.' And that is why Rennie's seeds are so essential—live, vigorous! g seeds from tested stock, to ensure record crops. BRUSSELS SPROUTS --- Amager Pilt. '40z. 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When buying from dealers insist on RENNIE'S. "Throw wide the portals of your soul,. And let the Saviour in-" Mechanically the - words flitted through her brain. But," she said' sharply, "I've got to go to church to- morrow, for I've got to sing. And it's for my church." Very softly her mother's words' ap- peared to p-peared'to float back to` her: "It's' God the church stands for, you know." Crossing to the window, she stood looking into- the peaceful April sky. Little billows of cloud were piled here and there. As she watched, the moon sailed slowly out oJ' sight be- hind one, then, a moment later, emerged on the other side. And to the watching; girl the word GOD seem- ed blazoned in gleaming` letters over sky, and moon, and cloud. Turning slowly, she `;crossed to -her'' closet and, taking down the simple brown she had worn all winter, car- ried it to, the dresser and turned' on the light. With grave, undecided eyes she scanned it. Then it drop- ped to the floor, and a second `later she was kneeling, head on holded arms, beside it. "God!" she whispered. `God!" `Throw wide the portals of your soul, And let the Saviour in—" Clear and 'sweet the words 'echoed and re-echoed through the house as, with shining eyes, she folded the dainty gown and packed it in its box. As she tied it she heard her father's step in the hall below, and flying down, box in hand, ran, for tjse sec- ond time, plump into his arms. 'Father," cried she breathlessly, `somehow this dress doesn't seem to fit. • That is, not on the inside. Won't you come with me and take it back? And father"—how clear her voice, how glad, and sweet, and steady her eye—"I've been looking W over my brown. It will do perfectly well. Do you suppose we could pick out sone - thing mother'd like? She's gone to bed." "I know what she selected," eanie the quiet answer. Buton her father's face shone a sudden light. "I was with her when she tried it on. You see, we were planning on a rath- er simple one for you. We'll get that, too, if you like, se you'll both be decked out new," Beth shook her head. "I guess," she said brightly, "I'll wear the brown." Crossing Lo the telephone; she gave a number, and a second later her voice went over the wire;' "Whatever -do you think!" cried. she; "that beauty dress and I don't seem to fit. I'm going to near my old brown, even if 'tis Easter, so we'll be a pair b' sixes. What's th? . 'Y," a touch of almost atawe er'ee.phigesinto her voice, "we'll dress for Easter, ;"- side, Gladys." Eieing, she joined her father at the • - FEED THE P NOT THE SOIL Some farmers believe in feeding the soli. This practice may be good, In these days of high prices for all farm crops we: believe that - it is mtich more profitable to feed the crop the necessary plant food (fertilizer) to produce maximum yields, and to resist disease. Years of experimentation have shown. Just how much Ammonia (Nitrogen) Phosphoric Acid' and Potash are ,requiredby all crops. ;„,With,this information we have prepared a bulletin showing Just what 'grade or analysis of fertilizer you should use In the raising of your particular crop on your type of sail. This -bulletin free for the .asking. If you have never used fertilizer you will findits use this year more profitable than ever before. O tari9 Fern dz 's Limited West Toronto Canada • ,l ��+9. n u jat- ^ .ems •. 6 ih$aly ia: • �r.Cecae0oa.r A„ cqi•�•Q . Making Two Blades Grow Witere th ly One Grew Eetore GUNNSSHITR-t AiN FERTILIZERS door, and as they'went down the walk she hummed softly once more- "Throw wide the portals of your soul," and her father's voice, rich and full, took up the tune--- "And let the Saviour in The ,Saviour, who has conquered .- kr.The grave, and death, and sin." Just as of), Old. He stood on the beach at the break of d'ay, And lie beckoned to toiling men. Varnished and spent, they heard •Him In the 'old kind voice, in the kind old way, (That voice to lfe heard again!) ..`,`Boys, have ye aught to eat?" "'Tis He l" Cried the -Weary fishees of Galilee, To -day and forever the One who cared! Still, ag of, old, the same; Questioning kindly how they :Fared (Thane) their souls to His loving gaze •were, bared), . Calling• them etch by name. Dead?, Their Master? The Crucified? Naythough s ;thotieand deaths He dried! Roast ,fowl bones make excellent sp. WEST TORO TO The Palm Tree's 'Song. , With eager hands they broke my boughs, And o'er his " pathway scattered them, Crying, "Hosanna! David's Son Rideth to.thee,;Jerusalem!" Under the feet of his lowly ass, Gray with the dust of Palestine, Did I not serve the Master then, Even as olive and fruitful vine? The grape's blpod filled the holy cup Wherewith his covenant was made; The pitying olives sheltered Him In the dark garden where Ile pray- ed. • My branches, bruised underfoot;' Where eager hands had scattered them, Made green the stofiy Way He fared In triumph to Jerusalem. Must xlave Help. Sir William Goode, Secretary of the British Ministry of Food, :says: "Few people '"have yet grasped the fundamental fact that Great Britain. `still relies on the United States and Canada for sixty-five per cent. of her essentia foodstuffs•. Unless we can get this foor,. or nearly all of it, we shall peter out,' AN EASTER . SERMON "Tie is not hero,, but is risen!" --St. Luke, xxivn 6, It's Easter Day! Nature lifts her head in the newness ax life. The soft, clear notes of cathedral chimes mingle sweetly on the crisp morning air with the deep -toned bells of far -away spires.. In crowded city, in secluded 'hamlet, sleep -surfeit eyes open upon a K'oa+ld that has been touched as if by some magic wand. The ceaseless patter if innumerable feet, expressive of -the buoyant hearts they bear, sounds in strange contraytn .with.. the slow, weary tread of bygone days. From our hearts, as if touched by solve mystic charm, rises a matin song! Easter Day is here! The fast is broken! The passion has ended in praise! The memory of Gethsemene and Calvary are forgotten in the vision of an open tomb. Dumfound- ed, yet gladly credulous we listen to the story of the first Easter' evangel: —"He is not here;, but is .risen!" 'Easter Day is the day of the empty tomb; it proclaims the victory of right over wrong, of truth over falsehood, of justice over injustice. Victory Over Wrong If ever the principles for which man suffered were worthy of vindica- tion, surely the principles for which Jesus ,suffered and `died .were worthy of that vindication. If Jesus Christ had gone down to.jermanent, ignom- inious defeat, then were there little hope for the noblest principles - for which men's lives are spent. That Jesus rose from the tomb speaks in no uncertain terms of the 'victory of right over wrong, of justice over in- justice. Easter Day brings timely reassurance to the champions of justice and right. However long the conflict, however discouraging the odds, the principles of right, of truth. and of justice must ultimately rise glorious from the dust into which they' have been trodden. No bastion walls, no armament of steel, no Mur- derous curtain of fire, not even a rock • hewn tomb shall, forever "smother and mock the. principles • which on this: day Heaven has honored! Easter Day proclaims\the assuranet► of the eternal reality" of the spiritual, "4 Christ be not risen from the dead:" If death is the efid of the road; if th4: self discipline, sacrifice and sufferin;i that have entered as indispensable , elements into the development of 'lif'i have no other purpose than furnish ing thought f or beautiful epitaphs-• But they have; they make character, andh character is the dress of the soul, and'tlie soul is the immortal life from God. A Glorious Immortality "Easter Day," some one said, "is something more than a mere festival of immortality. If • it were not, if . it contained nothing more than the promise of life's continuance. after death, then there are thousands that ere not interested in it." Easter Day proclaims not only im- mortslity, but a glorious =immortality; not only, a life of endless years, but. endless years fraught with endless growth, endless good, endless joy. Easter Day assures us of the final perfection of. life through, the risen Christ, "the first fruits of them that are asleep." A little lad, tired and worn at the close of the day, after a long strug- gle withathe solution of a problem, cried himself to 'sleep While he slept the' father with rapid strokes of the pen rewrote the problem, with its;col- rect solution, on a clean tablet. Opening his eyes, a look of gladness brighten- ed the little fellow's face as he saw the neatly worked out problem the place of the dirty, tear stained paper over' '.which he had fallen ` to sleep. Easter Day contains the promise for us of the Master's .perfect life, to which we ehall awaken after we have' cldsed ou>;• eyes to tlae human, im- Lpereifessct., tear stained product of our own endeavors.=Rev.,, Stillman R. . • Eastertide, 1918. For pagan or Christian the great spring festival stands for confidence in life in spite of death. It brings anew the eternal message annually reiterated. It says that:- -manhood is the one immortal thing Beneath Time's changeful sky- That lengthof days is knowing when to die. Without confidence hi that principle, how can people get along ' with war thatgathers the -young to its untime- ly reaping;ewith this war especially, which gathers all the ages with a piti- less voracity that shows, as yet, no sign of satiation? Itmust, go hard indeed with anyone who does not feel that life is something to be spent; not hoarded, but given in purchase when the treasure that is worth the price "of it comes to market. w. In a day that cannot now be.+very far distant, this heroic period'we live in will reach its further limit, 'and' there will be peace again. But }what kind of a world will .follow, and who will make it, the living or the dead?, Be. sure the dead who have died for it will make it in great measure for a generation to '' come. The coming, world will come `pledged to them; pledged to be worth the .price they paid to save it, pledged to realize. their costly hopes for it. It .cannot be •the world itwas. They have paid. to change it, and change it must. Peo- ple,,who reckon that the future will be another instalment of the past reckon :without the dead who have died to make' It different. Human life is receiving an enormous new'conse`cration. Not in the time of anyone alive four years ago will this world be again• kvhat it was then. The living are trying, and with , mighty. efforts, to shape its course, but every day and • weeks and month they deal more and more with a world held in mortmain, that proceeds not as they will, but as the- dead decree. The world that is coming, will be .long to those who paid the price of it. This is their Easter; theirs who have emulated • the sacrifice whereof at this time Christians celebrate the. glory. Not them shall we see come back to earth,. but we shall 'see a resurrected world, and it will be theirs.—E.S.M. Easter Eggs. The "new clothes for Easter" cus- tom is based upon a centuries-old superstition that' if new clothes were not worn then, for that year goo`d- fortune would depart. "At Easter let your clothes be new, Or else be sure you will it rue." But that'was not written in, war -time. Another Easter belief, of which the Food Controller might take note, is that if anyone would abstain from meat on Easter Sunday they wouldbe free of fever for a year. Another belief was that by eating radishes as the first food: on Easter Day the quar- tan ague would be kept away for a year. The Easter holiday is ecclesiastical in origin and very ancient. Rejoic- ings and festivities were held in every parish. Even archbishops and bishops relaxed their dignity and played handball with the inferior clergy. The moon settles the date of Easter, the rule being that it shall be the first Sunday after the full moon, which happens upon or next after March 21st. And ifethe full moon happens 'on a Sunday, Easter is to he the Sun- day after. Easter eggs are not Christian in origin, having been used religiously by,pagans .before Christianity. The symbolism of the Easter egg is that, as it holds the germ of a future life, it is an emblem of resurrection and immortality. • It is always Easter on God's side of the grave. _ The'phristian religion -is pitched on an ascending scale. It' begins with an emancipation, and it ends with an ascension. The path of the just shines more and more to the, perfect day: the' day that is refulgent with the seen presence of the 'Son of Righteousness. "The day'hreaketh; the morning, cometh; the shadows flee away,"