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THE SENDING OF THE FLAX.
"One of xny grandmothers," said
June Conner, "was Irish, and there's
a proverb I've heard her quote a hun-
dred times if Pve heard her quote it
once. It is, 'Get spindle and distaff
ready; God will send the flax!' "
Belle Embry's face seemed to!
harden. "It doesn't work," she de-
clared. "I've tried it,"
"So did grandmother, all her life,,
and she said that it did."
"And I tell you it doesn't!" Belle
cried. "Haven't I been getting ready
for things all my life? And what has
cone of all the getting ready? Dis-
appointments—nothing else. Why,
take for example just a little thing.
The other day I was so lonesome I
felt as if I should die. I wanted some
one to come to supper the way people
used to drop in at home And sud-
denly I made np my mind that I'd get
ready for a gust So I made a de-
licious salad azd some of Aunt Barb's
sponge cake. I bought a handful of
daisies, and had my candles on the
table. And then I waited. I believe
I'd have welcomed .a book agent if
she'd come to the door. But not a soul
came near. I ate the salad because I
couldn't afford to waste it. I gave the
cake to Mrs, Peyton."
"I ran in to see old Mrs. Collier yes-
terday," June said slowly, "She made
me so ashamed. She said, 'It's real
comfortable here at the Home. I'm
thankful all the time that I've got such
a nice place to end my days in; but
I've been here going on seven years
and never once sat down at any other
table. If I could sit down to a meal
in somebody's home just once, I be-
lieve that things would taste better
all the rest of my life."
Belle flushed but said nothing.
"Did I tell you," June went on
"about the new friend I've discovered?
I found her at the hosiery counter at
Wirt's. We got to talking, and I found
that she was all alone in the world.
She could not remember her parents
at all. I—I asked her to dinner the
other night, and she enjoyed it so
much. I think I never was so grate-
ful that I had a tiny home to ask a
friend to."
Belle looked conscious, but she said
nothing.
"And besides," June added whimsi-
cally, "there is a telephone down in
the office, and a certain friend of
yours might have been induced by
the bait of Aunt Barb's cake; r adore
parties, Belle Embry! You see, dear,
I don't suppose the proverb ever meant
that flax would drop from the slay if
there was a store where we could.get
it merely by walking a few squares..
Do you?"
"If there's anything I hate," Belle
replied, "it's being convinced. I'd like
to tear your argument to shreds. But
since I don't exactly see how I can do
it, will you come and have - a party
with me to -morrow?"
"Will I?" June cried joyously.
"Won't I?"
She doesn't have to use a single drop
of henna either! While the mousy -
haired girl discovers that a golden
blond net is just the thing to give
those unexpected gleams and glints
"that put hair in the interesting class..
So if you want your hair a shade or
two darker, or lighter, slip on a net
of the desired color, But heed this
word of warning: Your gray-haired
women must be very careful, indeed,
for a net too dark will make your
" hair look much grayer and older.
Then I wonder if you know that a
cap -shaped net is by far the easiest
to adjust? Although the fringe shape
is popular with the woman who pre-
fers a more elaborate style of coiffure.
A good rule to follow might be cap
nets for the daytime and fringe nets
for the more elaborate evening wear.
A little practice will enable you to
decide just what is the most becom-
1 ing degree of tightness in wearing
your net. If the net is too tight, you
get an artificial effect. But a net that
is worn too loose spoils its purpose,
for it lets the hair stray around the
face, giving a very untidy look. After
you have put your net on, the effect
may look too tight. In that case take
a hairpin, insert it under the net,•
through the hair, and lift all up gent-
ly. Do this in two or three places.
You will find that it loosens the net
enough to give a natural look, but not
so much that the net becomes useless.
Don't be in despair if your hair is
thin and hard to arrange. This sea-
son hair arrangements are very
simple. That's because bobbed heads
are disappearing. So, of course; coif-
fures must adapt themselves to a
small quantity of hair.
Curling or waving usually brings a
thick, fluffy look to the slinkiest type
of hair, I suppose you know this old-
fashioned recipe for keeping the hair
in wave: half of a white of an egg
beaten slightly, one teaspoonful of
granulated sugar, two tablespoonfuls
of soft water. Moisten the hair to be
curled with this before it is put on
the curlers. I think you will find that
this keeps your wave in jest a little
longer. It also gives a pretty gloss
to the hair.
Then there are preparations that
you can buy, such as brilliantine and
bandoline, which have the effect of
persuading the wave to remain just a
little longer.
TIRED OF YOUR HAIR?
Next time you buy a hair net don't
strive to match the shade of your own
hair exactly, Get a net that 'is just
a tune or two different. For example,
a dark-haired girl who wears a red
net will find that it gives the much-
desired henna glint that is so alluring.
After
Eve
Meal
11 universal custom
that benefits every-
body.
Aids digestion,
cleanses the teeth,
soothes the throat.
a good thi g
to re tuber
Sealed in
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FLAVOR LASTS
asSUE No. 39—'23.
A PRETTY NIGHTGOWN.
4461. This is a very attractive
model, that lends itself well to a de-
velopment in - batiste, : voile, crepe,
de chine, silk or satin. The yoke could
be of lace or embroidery. Hemstiteh-
ing or drawnwork would be attractive
for decoration on plain material,
The Pattern is cut in 4 Sizes: Small,
84-36; Medium, 38-40; Large, 42-44,
Extra Large, 46-48 inches bust mea-
sure. A Medium size requires Ph
yards of 36 -inch material, For yoke
and sleeves of contrasting material, r/z
yard 36 inches wide is required.
Pattern mailed to any address on
receipt of 15c insilver or stamps, by
the Wilson Publishing' Co:, 73 West
Adelaide St., Toronto, Allow two
weeks for receipt of pattern,
FOR THE SICK CHILD.
For the cotivalescent child I know
of nothing mora, convenient than an
ordinary drawing board—such a$ is'
used in mechanical drawing -=or even!
a bread board. It weighs so little that
it does not tire the invalid. Some paper
fastened to it with, thumbscrews and a
box of crayons will help pass many an
otherwise tiresome hour. It may also
be used as a foundation upon which to
build block forts, Dominoes, by the
way, make excellent substitutes when
the ordinary blocks` are still too heavy
for the little hands:: Thee, too, it
makes a fine table upon which to play
either dominoes or card games. -
STORING WHITE THINGS.
Her lace, curtains and draperies
came .from summer, storage as fresh
and white as when 'brand new.
To my "How do you do it?" she
answered:
"Never iron anything which is •to be
stored away for any length of time
and never put anything away with
dust or starch in it. Dust and starch
are two of the busiest yellowing
agents we have, If things to be
stored are soiled, starched or dusty,
they should be washed in warm suds,
rinsed thoroughly and dried in the
open air—white goods should hang in
the sun, Fold the thing just as they
come from the line, being sure that
they are perfectly dry, and pack awa
where the dust cannot get to them. I
white goods are wrapped in a deep!
things will stand storage for year
without becoming yellowed." Th
cloths are blued by soaking in d
bluing water and being dried in th
shade so as to retain as much of th
blue as possible.
iP
Poets at Their Worst.
Tan led
Trails
—BY WILLIAM ¥ACL1•rOD RAIN,
(Copyright,
CHAPTER XI..--.(Cont'd.)
"Have you ever had any trouble
with ~your uncle?" Johns asked Jack.
"'You may decline to answer if you
wish," the coroner told the witness,
Young Cunningham hesitated,
"No -o. What do you mean by trouble?"
"Had he ever threatened to eut you
out of his will?"
"Yes," came the answer, a bit
sulkily.
"Why—if you care to tell?'
"He thought I was extravagant and
wild—wanted me to buckle down to
business more."
"What is your business?"
I m with a bond house—McCabe,
Foster & Clinton."
"During the past few • months have
you had any difference of opinion with
your uncle?"
"That's my business," flared the
witness. Then, just as swiftly as his
irritation had come it vanished. He
remembered that his uncle's passion-
ate voice had risen high. No doubt
people in the next apartments had
d heard hint. It would be better to make
e a frank admission. "But I don't mind
answering. I have,"
s "When?"
e "The last time I went to his rooms i
cep —two days • before his death."
Significant looks .passed from one to
blued cloth or if pieces of deeply blue
cloth are laid between layers of th
white goods in trunk or drawer
whine. "I' ain't no gunman, sir. Never
was," •
"Ever -ride the range?"
"Well, yes, as yeti might say," th
witness answered uneasily.
"Carried a six-shooter for rattle
snakes, didn't you?" -
n
"I reckon, but I never went helli -
around with it,
"Wore it to town with you when
you went, I expect, as the other boy
did:"
"Mebbeso."
"What calibrewas it?"
"A .38, sawed-off."
"Own it now ?"
The witness mopped his fat face.
"No, sir."
"Don't carry a gun in town?"
"No, sir."
"Ever own an automatic?"
"No, sir. Wouldn't know how to fire
one;
"Wh"
"How long since you sold your .88?"
"Five years or so."
Where did you carry it?"
"In myy hip pocket."
"Which. hip pocket?"
Hull was puzzled at the question
"Why, this one --the right one, o
course. There wouldn't be any seas
incarryin' it where I couldn't reach
t"
"That's so. Mr. Johns, you may take
the witness amain," -
The young lawyer asked questions
about the Dry Valley irrigation pro-
ject. He wanted to know why there
was dissatisfaction among the farm-
ers, and from a reluctant witness drew
the information that the water supply
was entirely inadequate for the needs
of the land under cultivation.
Mrs. Hull, called to the stand, testi-
fied that on the evening of the twenty-
hird a man had knocked at their door
o ask in which apartment Mr. Cun-
ningham lived. She had gone to the
door, answered his question, and
watched him pass upstairs.
"What time was this?"
"9.20."
Again Kirby felt a tide of excite-
ment running in his arteries, Why
was this woman and her husband set-
ting back the clock thirty-five min-
utes? Was it to divert suspicion from
hemselves? Was it to show that this
tranger must'have been in Cunning-
am's rooms for almost an hour, dur-
ng which time the millionaire pro-
moter had been murdered?
"Describe the man,"
This tall, angular woman, whose sex
the years had seemed to have dried out
f her personality, made a much bet-
ter witness than her husband. She was
cid and incisive, but her very for-
idding aspect hinted of the "good
woman" who never made mistakes.
She described the stranger who had
knocked at her door with a good deal
of circumstantial detail.
"He was an outdoor man, a rancher,
erhaps, or more IikeIy a cattleman,"
he concluded.
"You have not seen him since that
time?"
She opened her lips to say "No,"
but she did not say it. Her eyes had
traveled past the lawyer and fixed,
themselves on Kirby Lane. He saw
the recognition grow in them, the leap
of triumph in her as the long, thin
arm shot straight toward him.
"That's the man!"
A tremendous excitement buzzed in
the courtroom. It was as though some
one had exploded a mental bomb. Men
and women craned forward to see the
man who had been identified, the man
who no doubt had murdered James
Cunningham. The murmur of voices,
the rustle of skirts, the shuffling of
moving bodies filled the air.
The coroner rapped for order. "Sil-
ence in the courtroom," he said
sharply -
"Which man do you mean, Mrs.
Hull?" asked the lawyer.
"The big brown man sittin' at the
end of the front bench, the one right
behind you."
Kirby rose. "Think prob'ly she
means me," he suggested.
An officer in uniform passed down
the aisle and laid a hand on the cattle-
man's shoulder. "You're -under ar-
rest," he said. ,
"What for, officer?" asked James
Cunningham.
"For the murder of youuncle, sir."
In the tense silence that -followed
rose a little throat sound that was not
quite a sob and not quite a wail- Kirby
turned his head toward the back of
the room, .
Wild Rose was standing in her place
looking at him with dilated eyes filled
with incredulity and horror,
(To be continued.)
M1
When Cleaning Mirrors.
Soapsudes should never be used
when cleaned mirrors-. The best meth-
od is 'to rub them with a paste of whit-
,ing
hit•ing and water. Polish with a dry
chamois to remove the powder. A lit-
tle ammonia `'in cold water will also
give a brilliant polish to glassware,
e
s'
e
another of the spectators.
e "What was the ; ubject of the
quarrel?"
"I didn't say we had quarreled,"
was the sullen answer.
"Differed, then. My question was,
- what about?"
`I decline to say."
"I think that is all, Mr. Cunning-
ham."
The wrinkled little juryman leaned
_ forward and piped bis question again. t
"Was your uncle engaged to be mar-
ried at the time of his death?"
The startled eyes of Jack Cunning-
ham leaped to the little man. There
was in them dismay, almost panic.
Then, swiftly, herecovered and drawl-
ed insolently, "I try to mind my own
business, Do you?"
The coroner asserted himself.
"Here, here, none of that! Order in
this court, if you please, gentlemen."
He bustled in his manner, turning to t
the attorney. "Through with Mr. s
Cunningham, Johns? If so, we'll h
push on." � i
"Quite." The prosecuting attorney
consulted a list in front of him. "Cass I
Hull next."
Hull came puffing to the stand. He
was a porpoise of a man. I -lis eyes o
dodged about the room in dread. It
was as though he were looking for a a
It ie said that even Homer descend
ed occasionally to plain prase in the
middle of great poetry, and there is
not a poet who has not followed his
example. Tennyson came a cropper
when he began a poem with the im
mortal line:—
"I stood on a tower in the wet."
Wordsworth, although one of the
greatest of Eng=lish
of prosy stuff. He was responsible for
many lines like the following:
"The taller followed with his hat in
hand."
But probably the prize for a bad line
would have been awarded to Sir Wal-
ter Scott, who wrote:
"When a rough voice cried, 'Shoot
not, hoy!
Ho, shoot not, Edward, 'tis a boy!"
Thomas Campbell, who wrote such
fine things as "Ye Mariners of Eng-
land" and "The Battle of the Baltic,"
perpetrated an awful line on one oc-
casion. Here is the full verse. The
first two lines will pass:
"One moment may with bliss repay
Unnumbered years of pain;
Such was the throb and the mutual sob
Of the knight embracing Jane."
This is almost as bad as James
Thompson's historic line: "0 Sophon-
isba! - Sophonisba, 01" or Brownings
dreadful. line: "Irks care the cropful
bird."
Man's Days.
A sudden welkin', a sudden wepin',
A. li'l suckin', a lfl s•leepin';
A cheel's full joys, an a eheel's short
sorrows,
W' a power o' ' faith in gert to -mor-
rows.
Young blood red-hot an' the Iove of a
maid,
One glorious day as'll never fade;
Some shadows; some sunshine, some
triumphs, some tears,
An' a gatherin' weight o' -the fiyin'
years.
Then old man's talk o' the days be-
hind 'e;
Your darter's '•youngest darter to
mind 'e;
A li'l dreamin', a li'l dyln';
A li'l low corner o' earth to lie in.
—Eden Phillpotts
When the price of good tea is high,
many poor cheap teas are offered to
the public. Those who buy them learn
to their sorrow that price does not
indicate their cost. To the pound
more satisfying and fiav:ory cups can
be brewed from a fine tea like
"SALADA," hence its real economy in
use.
When Love Says "Don't."
Don't mail that sarcastic, bitter let-
ter which you wrote in an angry mood,
and which gave you a feeling of spite-
ful satisfaction because you thought {
you had done a smart thing and were I
going to "get square" with someane I
who had insulted you—burn it. There I
is a better way, love's way, Try it.
Don't say the mean thing you. have
been planning to say to someone you
think has been mean to you. Instead;
give him the love thought, the mag- h
nanilnous thought: ay to yourself,
"He is my brother. No matter what
he has done, I can't be mean to him. I
T must show my friendliness, my mag-
nanimity to this • brother."
way of escape.•
•
CHAPTER XII.
THAT'S THE MAN.
"Your name?"
"Cass Hull."
"Business?"
"Real estate, mostly farm lands,"
"Did you know James Cunningham,
the deceased?" asked Johns.
es. Worked with him on the Dry
Valley proposition, an irrigation pro-
ject."
"Ever have any trouble with him?"
"No, sir—not to say trouble." Hull
was already perspiring profusely. He
dragged a red bandanna from his
pocket and mopped the roll of fat that
swelled over his coliar. "I—we had a
—an argument about a settlement—
nothin' serious."
"Did he throw you out of the'
room and down the stairs?"
` No, sir, nothin' like that a -tall. We
might.'a' scuffle some,°kinda in fun
Like. Prob'ly it looked like we was
fighting', but we wasn't. My heel
caught on a tread o' the stairs an'
I fell down." Hull made his explana-
tion eagerly and anxiously, dabbing at
his beefy face with the handkerchief.
"When did you last see Mr. Cun-
ningham alive?"
"Well, sir, that was last time,
though.I reckon we. heard him pass
our door."
In answer to questions the witness
explained that Cunningham had owed
him, in his opinion, four thousand doles
lars more than he had paid. It was i
about this sum they had differed.
"Were you at home on the evening,
of the twenty-third—that is, last
night?"
The witness flung out more signals
of distress. "Yes, sir," he said at last
in a voice dry as a' whisper.
"Will you tell what, if anything,
occurred?"
"Well, sir, a man knocked at our
door. The woman she opened it,. an'
up
he asked which flat was Cunning -
ham's. She told him, an' the man he
started up the stairs."
"Have you seen the man since?"
"No, sir."
"Didn't hear him come downstairs
ater?"
"No, sir "
"At what time did this man knock?"
asked the lawyer from the district
attorney's office.
Kirby Lane did not move a muscle
of his body, but excitement grew in
im, as he waited, eyes' narrowed, for
th
he answer.
"At 9.20."
"How do you 'know the time so
exactly?"
`Well, sir, I was windin' the clock
for the night."
"Sure your clock was right?"
"Yes, sir. I happened to check up.
n it when the court -house • clock
truck nine. Mebbe it was half a min-
ute off, as you iniglit say."
"Describe the man."
Hull did, with more or less accuracy.
"Would you know him if you saw"
him again?" '
"Yes, sir, I sure would."
- The coroner ;flung a; question at the
witness as though it wer'
9
"Evera
carry gun, Mr. Hull??'
The big man on the stand dabbed at
his veined face with' the banrllnna.1
He answered, with an ingratiating
• This is Love's way.
The Wisdom of Friendship.
vee take care of aur health, we lay 0
up money, we snake'our roof dont and 8
our clothing sufficient, but who pro- •
vides wisely that eve shall not le want
Ing in the best proper=ty ?f all
friends ?—Emerson.
Huge t^orest.`
The island . of Madagascar has a'
belt of forest 20 miles deep which com-
pletely encircles- It.
Minard's Liniment foe Dandruff,
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p
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Lifebuoy may be safe-
ly used on the tender-
est skin.
It is wonderfully
cleansing for little
hands, faces and bed-
les:
Lifebuoy Wks have hattN-
f,rl hoalthy xbkte.
The World's , Book -Shop.
Have you ever wondered how nialey
books there are la existeace? On the
average, two, hundred thousand 'vol-
umes are published each year through -1,
out the world, and, as eight and a)
half million books appeared last cen-
tury, ' one can obtain a fairly good idea
of the size of the world's boolt-ohop.
Adding together the number of vol..
times published in each century since
printing was invented, the astonishing
total of sixty millions Is reached. The
amount of energy, tine, paper, and
printer's ink which have gone to pro-
duce all these books is incalculable. ,
A great many of these publications
are each worth more than five thous-
and pounds, and the total value of the
world' s book stocks must run into
many millions, Stacked together, they,
would form a fair-sized mountain, the
ascent of which would take several.
hours,
The three largos. libraries in the
world are the British Museum Libr-
ary, which has four million .volumes;,
the 13ibliotheque Nationale, at Paris,
which has three millions; and the Lib-
rary of Congress, Washington, with
just half a million less. Thus, between
them alone, these three great institu- ..
tions possess nine and a half million
books of all kinds.
"Do you keep a scrapbook?"
"No, my husband and I try bo get
along without fighting."
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