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The Exeter Advocate, 1923-10-4, Page 6i Ash. Your Grocer for a trial paciittge of GREEN TEA H4e3. If you enjoy green tea yoea will be Sa iia. feed with no cpt, er blend. --- Try it totlat. 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 its Purity Package 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, f� p s 4,7 1 t. ( 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." Mlnard's Liniment Heals Outs. Good Man. "Wanted—Single man for small red tail milk round and: general farm' . work; must know how to milk and, drive Ford car." 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