The Clinton News Record, 1921-6-9, Page 6The Secret of the
Old Chateau
aT{
--s-s-.--se -- By DAVID WHITI0LAW,
(Copyrighted)
S,vnoosis of Previous Chapters.
Vivian Denton and Eddie Ilaverton,
modern soldiers of fortunee, have been
gambling with Hubert Baxenter, a
prospp er:oua attorney, in Itis Landon
apartments, After their departure
lath et night Benton retures to the
house, muntems Baxenter and hides
the body on the roof. While waiting
for nlgi t to conte again in order to
make his es'eape, he finds in a desk a
curious old yellowed document teleIng
of a mysterious chest left in the caro
of one of Basseterre ancestors by a
French nobleman; the Marquis de
Dartigny, ' of the Chateau Chauville,
The (hest has been handed down from
one generation of Baxonters to an-
other find carefully guarded in the
hopethat some day its rightful owner
Me be found. Renton decides to pose
as the missing heir and claim the
chest, He goes to Franco to make
some needfu; inquiries about the Dar-
tigny family. The story of the myster-
ous chest 'goes batik to the troubled
days of the French Revolution and the
escape of the Marquis and Tittle grand-
daughter to England, where the chest
and document were given to tee Bax -
enters for safe keeping. Now, more
'than one hundred years later, Hubert
Baxenter's body is found, but the
police find no clue, Meanwhile, Renton
changes hiemune to Baptiste Dartin,
and visits Canada; then he, presents
hie fictitious claims to Robert Bax -
enter, new bead of the firm; and .re-
eeivets the treasure chest. Robert colds
on Stella Benham whose heart is set
on making a great success on the
stage. She tolls him he must wait a
year for her answer.
• CHAPTER X.
The Secret of the Dartignys.
The same motives which had been
responsible for Vivian Renton's reel -
donee in the cafe in the Latin Quartier
now seemed to cause Baetiato Dartin
to fix upon a secluded bearding house
in Gaulden Town as his' London abode.
The accommodation was not at all
to his extravagant tastes, but it was.
only temporary --and in Morningbon
street he felt at least safe from easy
unwelcome recognition from' his late
friends.
It was to a room en the first floor
that he carried the ancestral chest of
the Dartignys. It looked curiously out
of place there upon the faded flowered
cloth of the crazy table. The boldly
branded escutcheon, the thiso-bineken-
ed wood, with its heavy, rusted hinges
and olampings, suggested with a silent
eloquence a dignity strangely apt of
place among the tawdry furnishings
of the room.
Dynasties had risen and fallen, wars
and famipes had ravaged France, and
thsrough it all the chest of the Dar-
tignys had lain, hidden from the very
light of day, in the musty cellars be-
neath the Strand. Above its head the
life of a centary had played its part,
the tramp of crowds claiming Water-
loo had shaken its very dust. Mon-
archs had been crowned, bad reigned
and been gathered to their rest. And
through it all the secret of the Chat
toau Cheuvill•e .had 'slept.
Vivian was not dead to the sense of
romance, and these thoughts passed
through his mind 'as, after trying in
vain to fit any of the keys on his
ring to the lock, he steed hesitatingly,
a heavy poker he had picked up from
the fireplace in his hand. The pause
was but momentary, and the man
laughed'&t himself for his females.
With his penknife he whittled
away at the wood beside one of the
hinges, and inserting the point of the
palter he used it es a lever. The oak
VMS stout and the workmanship good,
but perseverance won tihe battle, and
with a oresik of protest the wood
splintered and yielded up its secret.
A little cloud of dust rose as Vi-
vian wrenched off the lid, and when
this had settled a curious sight met
his eyes. A few pieces of gold and
silver plate, richly chased and of ex-
quisite worknmansnhip, gleamed through
wrappings of decayed and threadbare
cloth, There were cases of wenn-
eaten leather, tap, eantaining quaint
old breeches and nocnlaces, rings and
brecolebs—valuable enough, but dulled
with age, as tsaugh the atones had
desgiaired of ever seeing daylight
again. The maim who now regarded
them felt a distinct disappointment
creeping ever him, as one by one he
lifted out the treasures.
After all, a certain gentleman whom
he knew in Al.egate would give him,
perhaps a thousand pounds for the col-
lection as it stood—' fences" are not.
generous where ancient jewel settings
are concerned, end the melting -pot is
no respecter of escutcheons and mono-
grams and curious workmanship.
Why, it had ant him the five hundred
he had taken from Mortimer Terrace
to ,prepare for this coup, apart from
the --yes; it was distinctly disappoint-
ing!
He sat down in an old horsehair
armchair and lit a pipe. It was a pe-
culiar sight—the dull gleam of the
vessels on the old tablecloth with the
batkgromsd of tawdry wallpaper and
cheap oloographe. One of these, a
portrait of the lath Queen Victoria,
deemed+' to be regarding the scene with
tearlted disapproval. Dartin weeder -
ed what Mrs. Bates, his landlady,
would think if she were to come up.
He broke oil in his thoughts as his
eye fell upon a small square of parch-
ment partly hidden beneath one of the
leather cases, He had not noticed it
before and he took it up with interest,
IL was tied by a fadea thin red ribbon
to a large, heavy key cf intricate
worksn'anship;, Vivian translated bbs
word's on it an Wonderment:
"ICey to else hidden closet in Cha-
teau Chauville, fitting the keyhole be-
hind the app e an the right-hand panel
on the south side wall of the dining-
hall."
Vivian_ sat for some minutes deep
in thought. The words on the scrap
of pardinont were amosaingly vague,
and ho asked hianself whother he had
not already spent too rinds time and
TIMMY on the affair of. -the de Dar-
tignys, Better 'to see old 1Vloseburg a't
once, dear the matter up anti turn to
other and more profibioble game.
But there wife Eddie—the one man
who knew. Vivia'n's past associates
were barred to him by the happenings
at No. 0 Mortimer Terrace. It. would
never do to tread upon the trail of
that sleeping crime. By Faking on
this affair he had burnt hie •boats and
— He jumped up with an oath and
brought his fist down on the table,
jingling the costly litter spread upon
"No; I'll 'see it through—to the
very end. I'll realize on some of
these jewels, and pet the others in a
safe deposit. Luckily, I know the old
chateau; I can at least test the truth
of this matter of the key -hole."
He had been shown over the place
once, acrd no doubt the old caretaker
would be willing to show him over
again.
He packed the valuable objects
away in one of his portmanteaus, keep-
ing back only a ohain and locket and
a smell string of pearls. This latter
he pledged with Attenborough the
same afternoon, the price lent upon it
being such as to oati'se the spirit of
Vivian Renton to rise considerably,
That evening as Monsieur Baptiste
Dartin, in company with Robert Bax -
enter, sauntered among the promen-
aders in the "Empire," he laughingly
told the story of his fortunes, He
made very light of tate whole affair.
"About a thousand pounds' worth,
I should say, Mr. Baxenter; nice old
monogram stuff—rather too swanky
for us Colonials, I'm afraid. By -the -
by, I brought this for you --a sort of
memento," and Vivian took from his
pocket the locket and 'chain. "Rather
quaint, eh? I expect there is some
lady somewhere who—
He had spoken facetiously, but
there was a look in the young solici-
tor's eyes which caused' the speaker
to break off tether abruptly.
"Well, it'll be a memento of a rom-
antic occasion, anyway. Come, the
ballet's beginning., I don't want to
miss any of it. It's all new to me,
you kstow."
Robert Baxenter, murmuring his
thanes, dropped the locket into his
vest pocket and followed M. Dartin
back to the stalls. Neither seemed
anxious to return to the subject of
the treasure of the Dartignys.
CHAPTER XI.
The Carved Apple.
There is a little arbor adjoining the
inn of the "Three Lilies," a sheltered,
vine -clad retreat from which the fair
land of France spreads itself out, a
radiant picture in the Summer sun-
shine—and fully appreciative of all
this beauty was the man who sat be-
fore an easel within its pleasant sande
one August afternoon.
Baptiste Dartin had no great knowl-
edge of the art of painting, but he
was gifted with a euperfieial skill in
color which 'a student of lese virile
brain might have studied years to ac-
quire and never succeeded. He had
been in Massey three weeks and the
small population were beginning to
like this stranger from Paris who de-
pleted --and made them presents od—
sach delightful little paintings of their
countryside.
Monsieur Paul de Barron, the pres-
ent owner of the property of Chau-
ville, was in .residence at the chateau,
and Henri, the caretaker, who well
remembered Vivian's last visit, had
less time on his hands than formerly.
He was able, however; to slip up to
the "Lilies" of an afternoon, where,
cigarette in mouth, he would watch
the deft brushwork of his agreeable
acquaintance. Vivian had given him
a slight sketch of the chateau towers
above the trees, and the old fellow, to
wham Chauville and all pertaining to
it were as sacred things, had become
the painter's very slave for it.
Henri, seated beside him this Sum-
mer afternoon, watched the artist in
a lazy content. Beside him there were
a box of cigarettes aid a bottle of
claret. The sun beat down through
the eines clustering overhead and
scattered little golden discs of radi-
aisco upon the boarded floor. A bee
droned musically over the dowers in
the garden, Framed between the sine
ports o1: the t:eilis-wort(, Born' 01ds
and 'vineyards shimmered an the heat;
afar off the hills, patched with forest
lands,, spoke of breeze and sbudow.
Vivian, skilfully touching in the
purple shade beneath a clump of. pop-
lars, was speaking carelessly. He did.
net take his eyes from his sketching -
block.
"I'm glad you like the little draw-
ing, Henri, I'm no artist, but-----"
- eAhl monsieur—it is the chateau I
love, not the art—that is—I mean,"
Henry stammered over his foul: pas,
"it 3e very beautifully done, Monisicur:
Dartin."
For a moment Vivian painted, on
without speaking, then:
"I'm better at interiors, Henri --dim
old rooms and all that. Look at that
odd .pen,ediing in time chateau, for in -
v'
•
NYAIN , tto net
�G{
I'' I
e cdorolii atiotta of ptinatir-
quality awl - ot4oiltlpy
has 1inaC1e Matig 4, akin
Powder the. tandard ,
11,b� ofCollac .
mmI
atom iiketiwt tilitoicougstitutegl
Its albs an a e4 perfect
'asilitistitt% oI'9.a
RtCite tie CD'i1Ytore than the
ovitriaii yj kinds"'
' Made in Cattalo
>F etc GILLETT COMPiAItie tIMITED
*welted VOUONTO,OAM Mo"•raeA,r.
"
murniuwand the worst is yet to come
stance—what a charming .picture,
Henri; I'll do it for you, if you like,
when Monsieur de Barren goes away
—next month, didn't you say?"
And Henri; who had no wish that
the treasures under his care should
blush unseen, rose to the !bait with
avidity—monsieur was too kind—he
would have it framed 'like the other
and they would go ane on either side
of his bed.
And so it was that on an afternoon
when, the September sun -made glorious
the old carvings of the 'Chauville
dining -room, Monsieur Baiptiste Dane
eh stood for the second time in the
ancestral house of the Dartignys. He
had entered warily, even to the ex-
tent of looking anywhere save at the
panelling by the fireplace. He ee-
markacl, instead to old Henna, on the
carved. ceiling, instead,
windows in which
the de Barron escutcheon had replaced
that of the Dartignys. It was the
caretaker himself who drew attention
to the fireplace. and to the defaced
coat of arms in the stonework, Here
the new resident, who was no Philis-
tine, had reepeoted history, and this
broken and defaced shield of the Dar-
n remained to r i. one ow e d em fid a e of
the days of the Revolution.
It was old Henri, too, who suggest-
ed the subject of the sketch, the angle
to the right of the great stone hearth,
with its rich eolorie.g of oak and the
little grouping of dim family por-
traits. There was a 'beam of sunlight
that canine Athwart the room, and
Vivian could hardly repress a start
as he saw that this rested upon an
exquisite carving of a cornucopia, and
in the fruit that was tnmvbling from it
an apple showed prominently.
Ile chosea position by the table,
facing the fruit he was so eager to
examine. Surely never, since the his-
toric apple of Eden, had fruit such a
fascination for a man. The painter
could. hardly hide his irritation when
he- saw that old Henri, taking a seat
near him, produced his cigarettes and
settled down to enjoy the painting.
For an hour or two work went on
steadily and silently, then the care-
taker rose and s'tretehed his limbs.
Ile had work that he must attend to --
perhaps monsieur would come hack
and finish the sketch, In the mind
of the old servant no shadow of sus-
picion had place, but there was an
unformed idea at the back of his head
that it was hardly right to leave him
there alone, but ---he was such a
gentleman, and if he offended :him be
would stand littIe chance of possessing
the picture that was progressing so
well in tihe artist's sketch --book.
"Only another half hour, Henri; the
light of this setting sun is splendid—
look at that golden ray on that old
soldier's coat in the portrait—I can
let myself out if I don't see you."
And it was said in such simplicity
that the caretaker, entirely disarmed,
hesitated no longer.
Time door of the dining -room closed
behind .hem, and the artist, waiting a
moment, rose warily and tip -toed to
the windows. He could make out the
bent figure of the old man crossing
the gardens and watched him until he
disappeared into one of the farm
buildings which showed ;trans a mea-
dow of parched grass that was separ-
ated from the gardens by a grateful
line of poplars.
It was Some moments, before i'i-
vian's strong fingers could make any
impression on the carved apple—mo-
ments when he told ]himself that, after
all, he had been chasing a shadow.
Then, suddenly, a little creak, and the
imagined that the wood beneath his
hand moved; beads of moisture prick-
ed out on Inc forehead as he verified
this, then the top of the apple un-
screwed gratingly and came away in
hie hand.. He gave a l•i•ttle cry of me -
lief.
Hastily whipping open his shirt he
drew out the 'key which he had found
in, the sliest and which he had eus=
pentl.ed metal his neck by a ribbon.
He was not surprised that it fitted the
keyhole that came to light behind the
carving—nothing wined surprise him
now—and he told hiaysele. that he had.
succeeded •and that he was on the
threshold of wondrous things. A hasty
glance at the window showed him the
akl man sthll at work in and out of
the barns across the meadow.
(To be eontimued,)
Religion, as a rule, floamiehes het-
ter in oonmectien with adversity than
with prosperity.
The habit of dwelling on ,
difficulties and magnifying
them weakens the (horse.•
'der and p a}inlyzes the an tic-
tive in sari ii way as to Mil.
der one from ever daring
to undertake great things.
The man who sees the oh-
stae1eq tnoVe clearly thftn
anAhitte elle ffis ndlj, the
Man to httemp1•'to do any
(' great thing
The Fairest Thing.
The fairest thing God ever made
T or lsumara eye to -view
Is God's dear sky by cloudlete stray-
ed—
White isles and sea of blue!
Forever move without a sound.
Those floating hills of snow;
But whence they come or whither
bound
Only the wind can know.
•
The fancies of a myriad men
Have missed upon the sight!
And wondered' as they gazed again
And felt their hearts grow light,
Something unnamed`- that pureness
Vast
Doth filter through the soul
To strengthen and to guide at last '
The spirit to its goal.
Thank God for what no man can know,
What utters 110 replies,
By meeting mystery we grow
To be more truly wise.
Not darkness only bars our ways
And 'wilder most our thought;
The truth may come In such a blaze
it dazzles, isnot caught.
So daily, hourly, let me learn
The worthiest lore to win,
The line where knowledge back must
turn
And faith her path begin;
Let me peruse the book of peace
Where time's a thing of naught,
The fair blue sky that veils the face
By whom all things were wrought
First Lovers' Last Loves.
There as a romantic incident in a
past office recently, says an English
newspaper.
Two old -age pensioners toddled In
almost together, ' The old man could
not sign his pension paper, . so the
woman came to his assistance,
"W,hat? You're not really and truly
Joe?" she said.
"That I be, for eine!" said the old
man; "and might I snake so bold as
to ask who you be?"
The old lady was none other than a
village lass of sixty years ago, with
whom Joe had walked out many a time
when they were young and romantic,
Certainly ,each had been married
twice, but they thought it would not
be a ball idea to:paol.theh' pensions.
A few weeks later these sweethearts
of sixty years ago were married at the
nearest church,
An old lady who had long lived in
Australia travelled thirteen thousand
miles to be married to her old sweet-
heart. They were both over sixty,
but as "lying longues which poison
truth" had parted them in their youth
and as they wore both free to marry,
the bridegroom had sent a cablegram
to his old sweetheart. It said, "Cone."
And the old lady, who had never lost
her affection for her first love, came
with joy.
"Dinna forgot" was the motto on a
brooch which an old maiden lady had
worn for nearly half a century. It
had been given to her by her sweet-
heert who had Left her at the time of
one of the gold rashes, when visions
of sudden wealth turned many a
young man's brain,
She never heard of limn again until
a year or two ago, It seeing that
someone had told him she was mar-
ried. Forty years after they were
first engaged, this bachelor and maid
were married,
Too Good to Be True.
Wife -"John, a man called this af-
ternoon and said 110 would supply us
with enough electricity to light our
horse, do all our cooking and run the
washing machine for only 101. a month,
What do youthink of that?"
Hub—"Yana should have told itim
that when we Want current fiction
we'll got it at a boeksto'e,"
Population of Paris.
According to the Le Petit Parisian,
the present population of Paris Is 2,-
S50,000, welch is: an increase of only
ld,000 Over the figure for the year
111111,
.AUTO U,SI.D PARTS
'tire carry a full lane oil used parts for
all maitre pc site's, Oleneea and free from
grease sad '14y1, Magnetos, gaits,
eprink� 'aemflloto engines, tires, etd,
ol.i ''hest teepee peed for old car'it
write, w re or phone
-' Avtothen5 h!1 'trdiio stua'1e do.,
1030 betides sit. *mit, morentli
Phone Perkasie disc.
ISBUE No, 28 -'2iw
Stocking Tfepairinb.
The woman vibe hat a loos e f tinily'
to keep in whole stoeldmge is sure to
be nnte'reStee in ways oe making hoot-
gear last the ]ongerit. Prevention is
better than care, and the thrifty wo-
man avoicla mending as long as she
can by a dew 'simple rules, and then
goes et the task when it must the dons,
in a 'business:•like way that gots the
best results,
Prevention of s'tock'ing darning eon -
:sites, primarily, in washing the inose
more frequently -them is usual. It niaiy
look . like saving to some to let the
family go with ono pair of hose per.
member each week, but it is waste of
the most extravagant order. Frequent
washing' allows the Wenn places to
thicken upe changes the places where
the robbing comes end saves in many
ways, besides being more sanitary. A
pair of fresh stoe'kinigs "daily in hot
weather and two' or three pairs per
week in cokd weather will snake mean
washing, it is true, but the 'stockings
wear longer and have to be nrended
fess drequenrtly. Many a ease of foot
trouble 'can be traced to unclean stock-
ings,. Neils cat frequently and
smoothly save stockings, as a ragged
nail quickly goes through the toe of
the etockinrg. Well' -fitting shoes with
good soles 'also save darning.
But when holes appear they must
be dae'nsd—never mend with clumsy
patches dhat invite foot 'trouble. A
smooth, liglrt-colored darner, to
stretch the hole over, and oetbon of
the same weight as ilhe stockings will
result in a ,moot$, even derma that will
not 'hurt even a •baby's foot; while as
patch will eause agony on account of
the thick seams. Many a woman con-
siders herself economical because she
never buys dawning cotton, but slaps
on a clumsy patch from a wernout
stocking; but she has failed to con-
sider the importance of feet. A shoe
export who fits hundreds of people
yearly with special—•and therefore ex-
pensive—shoes, says• that march of the
trouble is caused by ill-fitting stock-
ings, patched stockings, stockings too
small and stockings too large, The
woman who goes about the ]souse in
horrible old shoes and. stockings patch-
ed and repatched and thinks herself
economical will one day pay the penal-
When a thin place .appears in a
stocking reinforce it strongly and
smoothly with cotton woven in and
out and it will ]east much longer than
to wait for the ireals to Tame. Many
darn the heels arid toes of new stock-
ings, and it certainly pays to do so
for childl'en. Knee protectors worn at
home by snsaI'i boys and girls save
the stockings which are sure to he
tarn in the most eomapicuous :place.
Those protectors can be made from
cloth, old stockings, soft pieces of
leather, on cans be purchased ready
anode.
Heel protectors are worn by some
oven for the same purpose, while
others save the wornout socks and put
on two pairs when ditching or doing
some dirty work, there throwing them
away when the work is done.
It pays to save in every way pos-
sible, far darning will always be the
bugbear for busy women. Save al]
the old stockings and let the children
play in them. Use new feet for the
good stocking legs when low shoes
,are not worn., and encourage every
member of the family to take off
promptly any stocking that develops a
hole, no matter whether clean ar Soil-
ed, A stitch in time eaves more then
nine in deeming, and the thrifty wo-
man takes that stitch in time, '
Mnking'Over Your Face.
Does your face need making -over?
Have you ever thovg+ht of renovating
it? How about taking a tuck in your
eoybrows, ironing out your wrinkles,
shrinking your chin, end, if your hair-
line is not becoming, (helping it at
another angle? You wouldn't hesitate
to make over your clothes, now would
you? Well, why not makeover -your
face?
There are your eyebrows: Perhaps
you've never given them any atten-
tion. Perhaps you've never thought
how much they have to do with the
e�cpreosian. Are iihey too broad anti
big fear your face? If so, reshape and
trim them. down. Brush them as often
OS you do your hair. All the beauty
exports -sell special eyebrow brushes
and little tweezers to pull net the un--
raly hairs, And I've jlst heard of a
new kind of mucilage welch has a
magic way of malting the hairs lie
Slat—giving the penciled look.
Iron out your wrinkles. Do it with
massage and ice. Yon know how yen
pact your coat to make it fit without
a wrinkle. Well, pad the sunken tis-
sues. It is these that remake the
wrinkles. Tone the tissues tip. keep'
them from being loose and flabby. It
is when they lisole strength or ere tired
than the wrinkles' come. Be sure that
you ecicct a cream for time massage
that will strengthen these tissues,.
There ase creams tent •are special
tissue builders, and there is •a right
anti a Wrong way to -use them, Rub
the cream into the forehead with n
firm mpweed stroke, Wait a tete min-
utes, Mitt then, with' the thumbs above
the ears, rub with the finger alone'
the line of the temples. Finish with
a rotary moverneitt, which means rub-
bing round and round. An application
01 ice to increase the circelatien is a
good finishing touch,
Freshen up your lifeless, sallow
skin with a good face lotion, A pure-
ly vegetable lotion is best—oats that
Wilt not dry the dein. Use it in place
01 .soap and water, applying it with.
absorbent eo tear, ' Wash your face
Cies way in the moz'nci e end at eight
use a• 'cream, One with peroxide as
its special ingredient will wlsiien steer
skin,
Then health, you know, fs about the'
beetbesutifier I la ow, It:freshale the
slain and gives charm to the expros-
Wen,
Ag lssiz '1 onsleydale.
This is a spirit, mild flav'orcd cheese
weighing whew rime about two and to
hall laonancl.s„made after the method
used for tihe manufacture . oe Little
Wensley'dele cheese in the north of
England,
').'o make 2 oheesos--50 lbe fresh
mi1'lc, a oz. starter, 7 no. i'aunet, The
amount oe starter may vary, the ob-
ject is to have about ,22 deg. acidity
in the mill( et the tem 'of attding
rennet. Boons, temperature about 08
deg, P.
Heat the milli containing starter to
82 deg. F, mad add the rennet, Stir:
for .three minutes and then stir the
surface only at intervals of three nine
utes till coagulum foams; probably
this will tette ten minutes. Cover the
vat and leave for one hour. Wen
ready, cut the curd, nein the vertical
knife lengthwise and across vat and,
after. three minutes, the horizontal
knife in the came way. Stir with the
hand for ten minutes and if the curd
seems firm enough it need not be
scalded, le the acidity in whey at cut-
ting is less than .14 deg, it is advis-
able to scald but ars initial acidity of
.22 -will usually mean about .15 in the
whey. 'Scalding temperature is 90 deg.
F. for this cheese. Remove the curd
from tihe 'whey on to 'cloths placed on
racks in the cooler. The plug in the
cooler is left in place so that the
curd is partly immersed in whey.
After thirty • minutes draw off the
whey and cut the curd into blocks six
or ten inches square and later into
smaller squares.
As the eheese is made here the cued
is usually ready for grinding and
salting in three hoaars from tieie of
removal to cooler. Acidity at time of
grinding .25, or not more than .3. The
curd is broken up by hand (=less
therm is a very largo quantity) and
salt at the rate of 1 oz. to 5 lbs. curd
added; bhs latter should be tender and
free from visible whey. It is paolced
into tin moulds 5 ins. high by 4%,
pierced and fitted with two tin follow-
ers, the lower; one also pierced. A
wooden follower is placed on top and
weight five pounds or six pounds to
each cheese psct on at once.
Eighteen hours later a muslin ban-
dage completely covering cheese is
pasted on lard •cheese replaced under
press. Six hours later cheeses are re-
moved from the moulds and put in a
draughty place in the ouring room.
They will be ready for market in about
three weeks, 'but will improve up to
four weeks el not 'allowed to dry too
much.
Tvveney-five pounds of
mall( testing
3.3 per: cent. contains .825 pound but-
terfat. This makes one cheese weigh-
ing about 2% pounds when ready foo'
sale.
The Sunset Signs.
Shall we have rain? Will it be fine?
Important questions, these. - And as
the barometer dons not always answer
as definitely as we could wish, why
not study the sunsets, Nature's infall-
ible weather indicators., and beat the
barometer? -
A yellow sunset is a sure sign of
wet. The color is there because con-
densed vapor refracts yellow, Such
vapor may hold itself for a time, but
it Is bound to let itself •out within
twelve hours, or less, as rain,
A reel sunset indicates, as most of
us know, a fine day on the morrow.
The vapors have not been condensed,
even by the cold of sunset, and except
in extremely abnormal circumstances
no condensation will 00011' for twenty-
four hours at least, and so—no rain.
On the other hand, a red sunrise
means rain. Vapor in the upper air
Is just on the point of being con-
densed. An hour or two and it will,
because it must fall as rain.
A grey sunrise indicates a tine day.
Tho grey -- diluted white, really
shawl the higher regions, of the air are
free of moisture, and thus the feeble
white light can lra.s,s through.
A grey sunset is more of an hull -
entice 'of the night's weather than the
morrow's. Rain will probably fall ni-
ter midnight, and the sky tint at sun-
rise will show whether the condensa-
tion is finished. Red, more rain: grey,'
a fine day; yellow, rain after midday.
A snnriso with no dclinite coloring
shows unstable conditions, There may
be local showers, varied with bursts
of sunshine.
A coppery sky, slight or morning, is
a bad sign. Thunder'to'ms, with
heavy rale, will come.
A "mackerel” sunset indicates a
dull to-nrorrow, but not any netted
*rain. A cloudless sunset in a blue sky
might seem of good import. Nat so,
A change, and for rain, is Indicated.
The t."eiestnai Surgeon„
IE 1 have fattened mono or less
In my great tank of happiness;
If 1 have moved means( my race
And shown no glorious morning fare,
le beams from happy human eyes
Have moved the not; if morning skies,
Boake, anti nay food, and summer rein
Kaockecl on my. sullen heart In vain,
Lord, tiny most pointed pleasure take.
And stab my spirit brood awake.
--Robert Louis Sreveinen.
emesee Tetanal morn
pee teat ? up to 1300 fetes Ise field ted
!run of Pape a deliveryttanoe 1x Yvu wish, hr as
geed order se purenaaed, or purofAOA
prico entwine
AINC4 anachanlo of your awl ehottof
to -look them over, -or nee up to
nos any oar to city ropreeentattve 8004'
tee odor. Very Wee steep aawaye eq
Breakey's Ueed Gar Market
402 Vond'e Street. 'a-'orowtib!
A Queue for Buttons!
The inudtlie In Rusela exesperatee
evsa the marvellously patient people
who have been aecustonlod far sen-
tunes to the most exaggerated forms
of otlieialtsm, daptatn hi,oCullegh
writes in "A Prisoner of the Rods,'
"One man told nmo that if he lost a
button off his trousers he would have
first of all to get a permit from the
'House Cams-aItteo,'
"Then lie would, have' to bring that
Permit to a Commissar, Then lie
would haveto go to a Government de -
pertinent, which would 'give him an
order on a Government store. Tisen
he would wait all day in a queue ,out-
side that Government stare, only to
find, when hie turn carne, that at had
given out all its buttons, and that he
would have to go to a similar store at
the other and of the town ail wait
all day In a queue there.
"A button in the offertory is conse-
quently a source of unmitigated jay
to the impecunious Russian and Pol-
ish priests, for a whole pateful of the
paper money and postage stamps
which are given liberally by the faith-
ful would not buy as much as a packet
of cigarettes."
He often told the Bolshevists that
if a Government like that were es-
tablished in Britain the workers them-
selves or their wives would eweep it
away in twenty-four hours.
Worked for Love.
Mr, Ileadley rubbed his bands glee
f ully.
"Ms'. Heape!" he called.
Mr•. Heape, his assistant, carte in
from the next room,
"Heape," cried old Headley, "that
fool of an office -boy of ours Inas fallen
in love with my pretty secretary."
"I'm sorry, eir; what shall 1 do?
Sack the boy?"
"Sack else boy!" yelled Headley.
"Never! I hope he remains true to
her, Por the first time since he's been
here he's always• handy when we want
lshn,"
The Soul of
the Advertisement
Granted an arresting head-
line, the art of writing a retail
advertisement is just the ability
to say one's say intelligently,
in logical order, and, above all,
natu rai ly.
No "literary gift"—no flowery
language—Is necessary. The
best copy Is the earnest, over.
the -counter talk you would give
to a customer.
In other words, put yourself—.
your soul—Into your writing.
Grammar Is useful, but not
Indispensable. It doesn't make
or break the advertisement. It
Is your own earnestness and
conviction that makes people
believe and respond to what
you say.
You will find, as you devote
more attention to your adver-
tising, that it will return you
dividends of pleasure ao well
as of profit. As time passes,
customers will notice an omis-
sion and speak to you about it.
This experience Is not Imagin-
ary. It Is a fact—as many
merchants and publishers will
testify.
M w Y
One of the most enjoyable
things you can do is to spend
an hour or so a few evenings a
week thinking out s well-bal-
anced weekly newspaper adver-
tising campaign for your store
and your merchandise. And,
having thought It out, carry it
through regardless of other
people's opinions or whims.
You have three of the best
trading months ahead. Do,
then, as we suggest, and watch
results.
.lCel
itic e
Wasted
5V•�
In
2, 5, and
10-18,
tins
Ives a wonderfully fresh flavor to every kind
of cake, pie and pudding—the last morsel is
as moist and digestible as the first. It does
,..I lower the cost of baking.
By far the most popular table syrup, for
cooking, baking and candy -raking,
TIM CANADA STAItCII co,, 1.1I,Irten, AfONT8GAL
e ,r
+,.
rp
,
Ul-e xt` S eeterier
27