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The Exeter Advocate, 1923-7-19, Page 6" I. r TUE FINEST GREEN TEA produced in the world is grown on the mountain slopes of Ceylon and India. These rare teas9 Specially blended, give to GREEN TEA a flavor beyond compare -JUST TRY IT. DON'T LAUGH AT YOUR HUSBAND. A bewildered woman went to an older woman and said:— "I've come to ask you what is the matter with John and me. John has ceased to care for me. When we were married three years ago he was wildly in love with me, and could not get enough of my society. Now he avoids me, and never wants to go anywhere with me. I don't know what has hap- pened to change him." "You are wrecking your home with your tongue," replied the older woman. "You have the knack of saying sharp and cutting things that wound like a two-edged sword, and with this lethal weapon you are slaying your hap- piness. "You have made John afraid of you. He's ill at ease in your presence be- cause he doesn't know where you are going to stab next, and he doesn't want to go out with you because he cannot endure having you hold him up as a figure of fun for the ridicule of other people. "Perhaps you don't realize it, but all your best stoeies centre around some weakness of his, or some blunder he has made. I have seen you set friends in a roar as you caricatured one of his peculiarities, and I have watched the hurt look that came into his face, to be succeeded by one of bitter resentment, that should have warned you of the danger you were running. But it didn't." When a woman has the fatal gift of sarcasm, she cannot refrain from us- ing it. She will cut her nearest and dearest to the quick for the pleasure of saying something smart She wiil adienate a lifelong friend with an epigram. There is nothing that any of us so! fear and dread as ridicule. There is nothing we hate so much as being put in a position that makes us look ab- surd. None of us has any sense of humor when we are the point of the joke ourselves. We are especially sensitive to ridi- azommaziagm..1 Take t home to the kids Have a packet in your pocket for an ever -ready traat. A delicious coder, tion and an aid to the teeth, appetite, digestion. 4.? Here is The Pump You 'Need smAR TANDEM .00 LA LE' ACTING PUMP Pumps more easily, more silently and more efficiently than the Win type model which it has definitely replaced Repairs easily made with household tools. Can be drained to prevent freezing. Easily primed. ASH ABOUT IT AT YOUR HARDWARE STORE JAMES SMART PLANT BROM/ I LIE, ONT. A STYLISH GOWN FOR A MATURE FIGURE. Joseph Bishop wagged his heavy 4362. This is very smart in thej head ominously. He was a big, thick union meetings.' g new figured silks, or in printed crepe clumsy man, ruddy and blunt f fee,' I Be did not particularly want Par - nerves voile. The blouse and skirt are( ture, loud -voiced, a man without son Wayne, for the little old, man nad finished separately, but may be joinednerves or sensibility a reader of char - i always stood rather on his dignity together under the belt of the blouse. atter might observe. . with Joseph Bishop, and the farmer The sleeve is new and distinctive and "What did he say?" demanded somehow suspected the minister of the lines of the model are altogether'Molly Bishop. 'What did he say, Joe? • not thinking as well of him as his slenderizing and pleasing. Tell me every word." !standing in the community command - She had got him out into the kit - The Pattern is cut in 7 Sizes: 36, ad, However, that could not be 38, 40, 42, 44, 46 and 48 inches bust en of the stairs, drsshut the door at the i ed now. If Parson Wayne was th measure. A 38 -inch size requires 61/4 e help- footHe saied gere wasn't nohope. only preacher in the neighborhood, he , would bee e to preaeli Bobby's funeral yards of 36 -inch material. The width Fever's lasted too long. He thought sermon. of the skirt at the foot is 21/4 yards. (To be continued.) 't'd surely break the seventh day, and Pattern mailed to any address on when it didn't he said he was certain I ••••••••••••••••••••••••••.....0/.. MIRAGLES=r.--By Sophie ,Xerr PART I. 1point not to humor IN/lolly's vagaries. It was very quiet there in the airit-i When he married he let her know room, very quiet and very hot. A who was master, and a few lessons bare room, like many other farm bed- had sufficed. To -day, though, there was something about her that, got rooms,, with whitewashed walls and through even his customary sluggish plain, ugly furniture, the green, way- arrogance, warning hire not to force cry glass of the square of mirror over an issue, the chest of drawers reflecting the glare of sunlight beyond the shade of He rummaged in the pantry and the swamp maples that spread above brought out cold meat, bread, thick and around the house. Molly BishOp sugar cookies, half a custard pie. He looked out anxiously into this glare. decided that it was hardly worth while to build fire, such hot da and "If it'd only rain, or this spell of all; but he went out to the spring heat let up a little, I know the fever'd . house and got a pitcher of milk, some break. But it's like a sea of brass, butter, and a dish of cottage cheese. I'll sponge him off again like Doc Not a' very good dinner, as Joseph she murmured to herself. "Reckon Bishop's dinners usually went, but it Pruitt said, and see—anyway I got I would serve. Lottie Sanders could to keep trying." cook him a hot, filling meal to -night. She turned back with resolution to All of the food he put on the clean the bed, and dipped white linen cloths scoured kitchen table, and as he sat swiftly and deftly into cold water. ' there and slowly and noisily devoured Her hands, thin and worn, knotted at it, smacking his lips over the icy milk the joints, moved in an agony of 1—that was a keen idea, cold milk in - tenderness over her patient. Hewes , stead of -coffee on a day like this, he her only son, and as he lay there,' told himself—he thought about the flushed and hot and vaguely mutter-: coming harvest and about the sick boy ing incoherent words, she felt the upstairs. Today was Monday. If blood drip away from her heart in • Bobby lasted till Thursday they could apprehension. Bobby Bishop was have the funeral on Sunday. That sixteen, yet there was something' would leave the next week clear for babyish about his forehead, still clear, the harvest, and no workday lost. and white in contrast with the deep , There was nothing consciously brutal tan of the rest of his face, and more ' in the mind of Joseph Bishop as he babyish still his blond hal; which had made these plans. He had always grown out since his illness, curled in' prided himself on his forehandedness, pitiful ringlets about his whiteness.! and laid his success as a farmer to Molly Bishop, as she bathed him, looking ahead when most of the farm - found herself looking at these ring- ers about were, as he truthfully said, lets, and tears dropped slowly down "looking behind and trying to catch her cheeks. up with themselves." And he had "Just like when he was a little fel- heard so much praise for his fore- , low," she thought. "My little boy, my handedness, and took such credit to little boy! had chance—himself for it, that it had become a' never! But I won't give you up --•I dear vanity with him, and second na- won't I can't. You're everything.' ture to exercise it. Shehad almost finished her task It was the way in which he had when she heard Joseph Bishop, her been reared. His had been a pinched, hard-working childhood, husband, come into the kitchen, let- repressed, ting the screen door slam to behind without one gleam of natural joy or him. She shivered, and bent to see diversion. His father was en Old - if the noise had disturbed Bobby—she Testament parent, sparing not the almost wished it would, it had been rod, harsh to his children, thrifty to so long 'since he had noticed anything. the point of cold penury. His mother was a drudge, crushed under the She drew the cool cloth once more heavy work of her household. Joseph across his forehead, and went quickly Bishop had learned from his cradle downstairs. That was to prevent Jo- only to work and save. Joy, beauty, seph from coming up. Indeed, he was affection, sympathy, he had never at the foot of the stairs as she reached known. the head of them, and she held up a warning hand to stay him. His thought went on, slowly, thick - "How's he now?" asked Joseph ly, to the time of his munching heavy ,jaws. Whether they had Bobby's fun - Bishop anxiously, but not lowering his voice. j eral on Sunday or any day next week, they'd have to get Parson Wayne to "Just the same's far's I can see. Did you see Doc Pruitt in town?" preach the funeral sermon, beeartse "Yes, I saw 'im." his own pastor, Parson Higgins, had gone out to Arizona for his health • e • .11 Canades. Love.for Great Britain. We love those little roclehound isles • Which, nestle in the sea, • We love her towers and bulwarks grand, " Their glorious history. receipt of 15c in silver or stamps, by the Wilson Publishing Co., 73 West Adelaide St., Toronto. Allow two weeks for receipt of pattern. ISSUE No. 28—'23. cule from those we love, because we hope that, somehow, their affection for us is great enough to hide our defects from their eyes, and that they see us not as the poor, faltering creatures we are, but idealized into what we should be. This is why it is rash for a woman to make fun of her husband. He doesn't want any wife sharpening her wits on him, nor will he stand being made the goat in her side-splitting anecdotes of domestic life. The woman with the serpent tongue makes no hit with men. Not many men like a witty woman, and they even fight shy of the woman who laughs much and.who has a keen sense of humor, because they are always afraid she might possibly be laughing at them. They can't stand that. There is something in a man which demands that a woman should respect him and admire him and look up to him. He can't endure being a joke to her, espe- cially if he is her husband. Swallow the sarcastic speeches that rise to your lips even though they choke you, and, above all, never yield to the temptation to tell a funny story of which your husband is the butt. Laugh with your husband, but never at him. A woman's weapon is her tongue. She can use it to hurt her husband and drive him away from her, or she can sing with it a siren song that will bind him to her for ever. TO DESTROY INSECTS. Hot alum water is gdod to, destroy insects. Boil the alem in the water three times a day. until it 'is dissolved and apply the hot His wife dropped the apron and sat solution with a brush or spray in all up in the chair, dry-eyed and resolute. place e where the insects are found. "You can go over to the Sanderses There is no danger of poisoning and and get Lottie Sanders to come and, it'd break on the ninth. And now it hasn't broke on the ninth, Bobby'll just lay there like that and in a couple days go into a deeper stupor, and that'll be the end." If the words had been blows from Joe Bishop's powerful hands, his wife We love Old England's mossy dells, Proud Scotia's mountains hoar, Erin's sweet fields of "living green," Their minstrelsy and lore. Dear Avon's banks, where "free to roam," Sweet songs sang glorious "will"; "Ye banks and, braes of Bonny noon" Where "Rab's" ghost wonders still. I Where "Irish' Nora's eyes grow dim," Where Moore's sweet songs of love Diffuse their mystic brightness round, Like incense from: above. • Leave Me But These. Leave me the kiss of the winds that pass, The love that is breathed by the whits- perng could not have shrunk and winced grass; Leave me the friends that the woods do hide, The joy that the shingle shares with the tide. Leave me but these! out in an actual physical agony. He Have I not paid thee yet enough? "— Wouldst thou my padoa make yet more couldn't have meant that, Doc Pruitt rough under them more abjectly. Her thin face, already shadowed with the pal- lor df fatigue and misery, turned al- most blue -white. She caught at the kitchen table to keep herself from falling. "Oh, don't, Joe! Don't!" she cried couldn't. He couldn't have meant that Bobby's got to die; that there ain't any real hope for him." "That's what he said. It is hard right at harvest time, too. I dunno where I'll be able tofind an extra hand." '"Oh, what's the harvest!" Molly Bishop's voice rose in a cry of de- spair. "By cripes, Molly, you're wandering in your mind!" said her husband se- verely. "Wheat's going to two dollars this fall!" "Did Doc say there was no hope?" pleaded, disregarding his statement about the wheat "Not a bit? Bobby's never been what you might call puny, though he never was so stout, neither. Looks 's if he could, surely get out from under a little spell of fever." Her hollow eyes implored him. "No, he said they wasn't no hope, and it'd be all over in two -three days now." He flung it at her squarely, Impatient at her insistence. Molly Bishop dropped into a chair and flung her apron over her head. She did not cry, she did not say a word, only sat still, numb with the pain of it. Her husband waited a lit- tle and his impatience increased. He gave a long, noisy sigh. "We goin' to have dinner to -day?" he asked at, last, for he was a man who liked to eat hearty, rich food its persistent use will soon get rid of the pests.. • LAUNDERING YOIJR NEW SWEATER. could oat it cold before I go over to Sanderses," suggested Joe. Bishop, for Your dainty slimmer sweatm will his stomach was clamoring for its ac- not Shrink if laundered this way: customed load "Maybe with a cup First take measurements of sleeve, of coffee." sweater and cuff lengths and shoulder "If you want you can build the flee width. Then wash in lukewarm soap- and make yourself some coffee," re suds and rinse several times in water turned Molly. . "And whateverthere of same temperature. Add a table.. is is right there in the pantry" . She spoon of glycei•ine to last rinse to left the room, and. Joe Bishop heard her going uptairs. 'He was annoyed l—there was ' no reason Why she make the yarn soft and fluffy. Squeeze - out water, place sweater on fiat suf- . shouldn't. have taken „time to make face and pull it back into original,him hirn " a Oup of coffee; but he didn't measurements as it dries. iinsist though usually he made it a cook," she said. "I ain't going to stir out of Bobby's room.again till -the end comes. I guess his mother can do that much for him." . . • "If there's aAything cooked up I And blind my eyes. to the things still • dear, And chill my heart to a frozen tear? Ah no. not that! Leave me the vision to see more clear These that to me are still so dear God, grant me wisdom to recognize The love that is known not to the eyes. God—leave me these! —Ian. MacGregor. The cities by "Old Father Thames," Whence wealth and culture flow; The "Silver Forth," "Dunedin's" towers, Their glamor and their glow. The purple hills of proud Argyle, Loch Katrine's rugged shore, Where Scott writ tales of love and hate, To charm us 'evermore. In thought we fly to Flodden Field, Where Scotia's noblest fell, 'Gainst serried rank', of the' gallant South, As ancient records tell. • When ,taztan'd clans fierce battle fought, With buckler and claymore, Where Melrose shed her mystic light, Amidst the clash of war. We glory in Great Britain's fame, Brave sons and daughters fair; Her mighty strength, her vast renown, And her protecting care. eaaa "That's your ex-husband faint tt? Aren't yeu at all interested in him any more?' "No. I'm more' interested in 'my nex'-hosband." Brains Wanted. The teacher was discouraged over one dunce of a boy in the class.. At last in order to see what the boy would do, he said: ' "Here's twopence; go and ask Dr. 'to give you *twopence worth of brains." The boy, coning liack with. a dull, dis- appointed look, said to the teacher: The doctor wouldn't give me any brains, lArill I go back and say they are for you?" Ok• •\. :`r•Var,.. • Let us, "The Maple Leaf Forever," With loyal voices sing, In union with each patriot's song, "God Save Our Gracious King," —Robert Stark. Breaking the News. A guest at a -country hotel gave in- structions that he wished to be called early. The next morning he was dis- turbed bra loud tatoo upon the door. "Well?" he demanded, sharply. 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