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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