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The Exeter Advocate, 1923-7-26, Page 6Its Sale is nen me al... Its u h ty is lirrepro chable Is the Pltrest and Most Cleanly Prepared Tea in the World g `�' w"+•lx'�"4*: w,�l: him �an�,� "IN EVERYTHING—" Shewent t theporch..Rose He had eaten all the food,d 2 did guars The tired sag in Ted's shoulders was the last straw. Marian had not noticed it before; she had not noticed any -1 tiling except Rosemary's flushed face.. ACLES==$y soPhiie 1 ear' PART 'n: Then there came into the mind of Joseph Bishop the recollection, of a bit of news he had heard recently, Namely, that Mardy Graham's wife was poorly and not expected to liver In that case, supposing she should die about the sante time as Bobby "did;. Mandy might get Parson Wayne for .her funeral just when he,•Joseph Bishop, would want him. That would., •be intolerable. Mardy was only a renter, shiftless; not even considered to be strietiy honest. He certainly ought not to be able to set a time for tie burial of his • dead before Joseph Bishop's , wishes had been attended to. With these thoughts the farmer's instinct for forehandedness demanded action. He smacked his stout palm down on his stout thigh. By tripes, • he'd go in town and see Parson Wayne; right away, before he ea+en.aven,t for Lottie Sanders. He'd get'Lottie on the way back. The farm work wasn't A Grave in Flanders.' All night the. tall trees over head {ti re. whispering to the stars; Tb.eir roots are wrapped about .the "dead, ' ' j And hide‘the hideous 'scars, • . behind his desk and leaned tae and Jo- seph, he seemed to tower in a"stralige 'he.'tid"e,,ot„war goEs rolling by, and awful majesty. His voice rang rhe legions sweep along; out as it used to ring out in great re= -rand daily, lathe summer sky, vivais of the past. Be pointed an ac- The birds will eing their song.- cusing finger,` straight., as • a lance, and: like a lance, its aceusation struck No place in this for human tears, through to the shriveled soul of Joseph The. time for tears is done; ' Bishop. ( Traxisfigured in these awful years,, "Yes, Joseph Bishop,” said the old The two worlds blend- in one. parson, in terrible solemnity, if your son Robert dies. I will preach his fun- oral sermon. And it will be such a. This boy has visions while in life: funeral sermon as never befoxe was Of stars in distant skies; preached in this town—perhaps in this So death carne" in the midst of Arlie, world, I will tell yon about it. I shall A sudden, glad surprise. begin with his babyhood, when he was a rail and nervous .child, made so be- He. pound the songs for which he cause you insisted that his mother yearned, Should cook a big dinner and supper Hopes that had hacked desire.; for your barn-raisig when he was His heart is resting now which burned ten days old, and when she should still. have been in bed. I have verified that, With such consuming fire. story. From her breast he was suck- led uck led with the weakened nerves. and low- So dowu•the ringing road we pass, And leave him where he fell, outrage on nature. That will be the The guardian trees the waving grass, e 'nein - o m L *�- pressing for the afternoon. Why not? eyed vitality that comes from such an an to ou on b f funeral sermon, Jos mary was there1 i -that blessed not. bother to put away the dillies. winning y The birds will love hint well. • What a nine weeks! The terrible! deadly stealthiness of the disease that: had stricken that little dancing body to stillness! The endless fight night and day, night and day, against the paralysis! But she had won! The dreams et the hospital had told her that her love and courage had wrought a miracle. When she heard that she had thought she should be singing all the rest of her life. And hero a week later she was sobbing! She was so l tired, SD dead, dead tired! And the house needed cleaning, and there was washing to do, and the endless cook- ing and the exercises,—those blessed excrcises through which she and Rose- mary were fighting,—months and months of it still before her. And glow Ted's shoulders were sagging: She buried her head in her arias. "I must pull up" she said to her- self at last. "As if dirt matters! As if anything matters—except that, Roser rj isn't going to be a cripple." She lilted her tired head. A calendar across the room hung crooked, and she gat up to straighten it. As she did so a date caught her attention; it was the day before Rosemary was taken sick, and below it in clear letters was the text, "In everything give thanks." In everything! Even in exhaustion. She lead given thanks passionately the day of the great news, but all the days before had been one cry for Rosemary. "St, Paul would think I have a good deal to make up," she said with a faint smile. Why not begin now? It almost seemed as if some one had spoken the words. "Why, I can !" she stammered. A Lifebuoy bath Cool, fresh, rested skin tingling with health and coral ort—• Peeling cicsaer than you ever felt befors— Beoeuse of the big, creamy lather of tifebeay. e ONE OF A DOZEN QUICK" DESSERTS Economical Nonrisling Add milk to the contents of a package of .INVINC- IBLE Cocoanut Pudding. Stir, boil for a few minutes and 'serve. Insist on McLAREN'S INVINCIBLE Sold by sill Grocers Mride by McLARENS LIMITED, Hamilton and Winnipeg. 1E' . ,seepng healin h B h sleep! Marian drew her chair, That was woman's work. They could Rosemary •' first and then Ted. Oh, God knew f h. g for a good doctor and for everything town again on an errand. I''1•l"be back within reach; and for a home, even if • before milking time. near and began to ponder. y wart for Lottie Sanders He tramped. in to the foot of the stairs a ain, full how grateful she was for them. Ando is •purpose. "IYlolly " he aalled "I got to drive in it was a dusty one, and that Ted ha.d! He - did not wait to hear what Melly. work. Suppose with all the bills there! answered, but went back through the was no work. And she' was grateful !rouse, ;topping only to look in the too for Rosemary's splendid fighting pantry to see if there might be a few spirit; and—she spied a blue mist in dozen eggs "he could take in town as a garden; the larkspur was in bloom! he went. But there was only a scant Oh, for beautyeverywhere and the dozen, and he frowned and let them, alone. Molly wasn't" gathering the dearness of people; strangers even had eggs carefully, that was plain. To - been so kind! And little things that night he'd 'gather them himself. It she lotted about the house, the light in, irked him to get into his light motor the west windows afternoons— !truck empty-handed. He had taken in It was like opening a debt and let-; a calf to the butcher on his morning's ting the morning in. Her depression' trip Although he owned .a car, Jo- lifted like a fog. She had tired. seph Bishop only drove on Sundays muscles, yet,. but not a tired heart; and holidays—the motor truck was his instead consciousness of light, of life weekly vehicle, even when, as now, he g , had no load for it. and of peace. She spoke in wonder: Parson Wayne was at home, and "Why, I never realized before; it's let- he was soon admitted into the high - ting in God—that's why Paul tells us ceiled, shaded study, book -lined and to do it!" prim, where the old man wrote his sermons at a desk which bad been his A PRETTY FROCK FOR THE father's and was far .too large for him. GROWING GIRL. :oseph Bishop looked about hint curi- ously..It beat him how any one roan should want so many books around. 4 And that vase of honeysuckle on the ti desk—what foolishness! . It made him rf'" feel superior and solid just to look at it. No rubbish like that ever littered up his house, inside or out. In a very few minutes the old min- ister came in, wiping his forehead, his fine old face white from the exhaus- tion of the heat, his eyes deep and dark under shaggy brows, the one really living thing about him. Now these eyes were filled with compassion, 1 - • --Frederick George Scott. Habits are the grow into cables. 89 rs op. . `And the" next thing I shall tell in that sermon is how, at five years old, he was taught to weed the garden and to do chores far beyond his infant strength about the house and barn,. at your bidding. His mother tried to prevent it, and to shield him, :and you threatened and •taunted her. Not until she in turn threatened you and told you she would go 'back to her people did you desist, and then only par- tially. "But, look here, Parson—I. did all those things at that age. A little roughing's good for a -boy. Boys ` oughtn't to be coddled and petted." '"Be silent, Joseph Bishop, until I give you leave to speak. , Into this funeral sermon for your son I shall put the story of how he grew up a lovely, promising boy, with a mind so keen to learn that not even all the ob- stacles you put in the away of his schooling could prevent him. I shall tell how he was always taken from sehool early in the spring to, help with the farm work, and how he was never permitted to enter school in the autumn until the last of the husking was done. Even so, he led his classes. I shall tell how you denied the request of your wife and son that the school- teacher should board with you, and In consideration of the sura of one pal- try dollar a week taken from his board should give Robert the extra learning he so craved and thirsted for. I shall tell how you gave him no chance to go to high school, but kept him on the farrn, like as a slave.How his gallant and questing spirit, still longing for education, borrowed books from ',whom- soever had hem, and read them in secret, drinking up the beauty and the 1, wisdom of the world—yes, • in secret, knowing'Well that if you found it out sympathy. er "supose," he began gently, in his hos we planted beat him. Do yroughtembm soft, clear voice that carried with it how woods plaabou flyours brought from still the faintest thrill of its old-time' the Andbout your bare -and rigid clarion fire, "I suppose—Brother Bish- home? how you dug them up and op—that yur son—that Robert—" his threwftheiiz among the him How, voice trembled and his lips worked like youngom timen to tune, you gave pickly a woman about to cry. He held out animals that needed special sympathetic hands. care and urged him to nurse them, ' saying they should be his own. Once Joseph Bishop looked at him in sur- a lamb—wasn't it?—and once a. calf, prise. The old parson must be getting and once a half-dead colt. , When he childish to carry on this way. had faithfully fulfilled his part of the "Why no, Parson, Bobby's not dead," contract, you sold those animals and he said in his big rumbling voice, "but kept the money for yourself." (To be continued.) Tho Jew Scored. Said a Greekto a Jew: "Have you seen that excavations on the Acropolis have reveai•ed wires? That proves Have a packet in' your pocket . for ever -ready refeshment. Aids digestion. lays thirst. Soothes the threat. " For Quality, Flavor and is the Sealed Package, get only cobwebs that altasa -e To supply the, steadily increasing demand for rz MTC Eddy's make WON 120 M I vn�alY �a matches a day .gryi'i i.W 45.izalr, " N fix d ,3 Doc Pruitt says he's bound to • goin two -three days, and I thought I'd best come in and see you, and ask you to hold off making arrangements for any other funeral till I knew just when I was going to need you." It was a perfectly simple explana- tion to Joseph, and he made it as 4383. Embroidered voile and or- simply as he felt it. He could not positively tlllatatny people , knew the gandy are here combined. One could, understand the piercing and ineredu- mysteries of telegraphy." use silk, gingham, or any of the new loss- glance that the other man bent Replied the Jew to the Greek: "Have printed cottons. The model is also on him. The old minister walked round you seen that in excavating in Jerusa- attractive for taffeta, and charmeuse. to his desk, and sat down, leaned his lem no wires have been found? That The Pattern is cut in 4 Sizes: 8, 10,' white head on his whiter hand and proves that my people knew the mys- • isitor' 1 gaze teries of wireless + telegraphy!" 12 and 14 years. A 12 -year size re-' still kept that deep, mqu quires 83'u yards of 40 -inch material., on the farmer. "Do I hear you correctly, Joseph?" To trine with contrasting material as he asked at last. "You are telling me illustrated requires yard 82 inches that Robert is not dead but that you The Obedient Boy. • A lady in a trolley .ax disssliayed the :ff. Vitt s Mustard neutralizes the richness of . fat u easier to digest.Mdenables you to enjoy oth and assimilate food which ve organs.would burden the di g 11i , I. wide. ( !expect him to die shortly, and that wrong spirit recently. She stared at a Pattern mailed to any address on you wish me to see to it that me other ragged 111,61Am acrese the aisle with receipt of 15c in silver or stamps,. by, funeral, supposing a death occurs,in uaspeakabie dnsgus•t. Then site said: the Wilson Publishing Co., 73 West the neighbohood, shall take preced "Have you a pocket handkerchief,, • ence of his?" Adelaide St., Toronto. Allow two «Yes " said Bishop "You see I boy?" weeks for receipt of pattern. heard that Mardy Graham's wise was . The ragged urchin snuffed. Then he- '� ,Pretty bad" answered with a grin ' The old minister stili stared at him. "Yes.m, but I ain't adlopred to lend TO CLEAN ROOT VEGETABLES. "You want me, I gather, to preach it" Robert's funeral sermon—when the Freshly gathered root vegetables, time arrives for it—in a way suitable Mlnard's Liniment, for coughs & Golds such as new potatoes, young beets and to your place in the community, as carrots, turnips and radishes, are al-, well.as to give him that tribute whit h ways rather disagreeable .to clean and his character deserves?" "The most impo rtan thing in life .is prepare for use. I find a small burlap I "Well, of -course he's my only boy." for a man to i niterwith man;. and the bag a great convenience in doing the; • "Who is with im now? His mo= work. The coarser and rougher' the! Cher"?" material the better it works, i "Yes, Molly's there." - Rinse off the soil with a dash oft No one else?" water and wet the sack; then place! "No, not now; but I'm aiming to f the vegetables in it and shako vigor -etch Lottie Sanders as I go home, tocook and keep house till it's over." ously. New potatoes and carrots will; "But suppose Robert should` die in come out clean and practically free your absence, alone there with his from their skins. Rinse in cold water; mother. ''Do you actually mean that, and they are ready for use. After there is no other -human being within using I turn the bag inside out and call to be near her, at an hour like rinse it; thus .cleaned it is ready for that?" service again next day. -L-A. M. A. ttin, the old - was •• Joseph getting ` in his dotage. He, � Joseph • Bishop, xtever heard so Many' fool; IDEAL COOKIES FOR TI3E questions Still, he answered them as best be could. I PICNIC BASKET. "She could ring the bell and call the men out of the fields if she really Scotch Cookies ---For the Scotch needed anybody.. And I'll be back long cookies;' cream three-quarters of a before sundown." cupful of clarified beef dripping with There was a long silence in the one cup of maple sugar and add the room, while the old mean stared' at the beaten yolks of two eggs.and a quarter r younger one. Something in those wise of a cup of milk. Flour onecup of old brilliant eyes held Joseph Bishop. seeded raisins and half a cup of chop -1 n ed as if the old- parson was 1 looIt king ped nut meats; stir thein in, wtli the;deep, deep` into Milli, probing• him, lightly whipped egg.whites and two',searching him, with probes of sharp cups of -rolled oats. Sift one teaspoon `metal that cut .and- tore at some gen- of baking soda, and half a teaspoon of ;•sitive fibre of him that had never bo - salt with one cup and a• half i f pastry ! fore been disturbed. He twisted un - flour, add -to the caller ingredients and, easily in his =chair, .sonething of his roll into a thin sheet. Cut in' rounds ' gr'eat.cloalc of"self-assurance and self - d be' in a moderateoven esteem was cut away by those merci- ^b - And he h, alwys 'til, P ISSUE Ne. 29—'23." F,tinarc'a t .nimetit..tar Corns and Vvarta . Wayne a littlade mana. :Ntowo,ghtata he rosarsoine sejanteresse worst thing in life is to go apart from one another."—Leo. Tolstoi. �r AmA.y 0 SNA. 9S TAN , EM OOub/ES Actin Asi/ent, easy working anddura- b/epump that definitely rep/acs the Piing tyde mode/' Pumps a1 /kinds of/iyuids. Can ba drained to .prevent freer/h•.' fray toprime and to repair twit h' fiorrsehold, too/s SEE IT At YOUR HARDWARE STORE JAMES SMART PLANT ERocKv,LLE owr. . - LIES in the Kitchen? FLIES in the Dining Room? FLIES in the Barn or Dairy? FLIES or insects on Cattle? LICE or Mites on Poultry? GRUBS on Plants? THE SAPHO BULB SPRAYER $1.00 For use with Sapho Powder Kills them all and saves your money and temper SAPHO POWDER IN TINS, 25e, 50c, $1.25. SAPHO PUFFERS, 15e. 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