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The Seaforth News, 1923-07-26, Page 6ar s'Crys I' The absolute, purity of GREEN TEA. 19 Ireflected in every cup. The most delicious SG1iLl .1vE3 TEA lila the worlds JUST TRY IT Hei His Name Was Preserved Fish —BY, RICHARD CONNELL. A: 0Is LABOR-SAVERS WHEN FEEDING HUNGRY MEN. The telephone bell rang out its im- perative jingle as Mrs, Stanley was in the midst of her usual Wednesday morning bread -mixing act. As she began to hastily rid her fingers of the dough; Julia came in from the gar- den with a pail of big red straw- berries. "I'll answer it, mother. I'thiuk it is Jane calling about the picnic,” she sang as she hurried to the telephone. But this is what Mrs. Stanley, heard: "Hello I" "No, this is Juha." A minute's pause. "Yes, Mrs, Gray, I would be very g'ad to help you: When do yea want pie to come over?" "Yes, I have the berries all picked and will be right over." As Julia turned away from the tele - J ( phot e, there was a determined look in PART I.a name for their ultimate offspring A new baby lay in the old cradle, I was a ticklish one. Neither intended It was very red, very small, and very to give way an inch. noisy, and in no way strikingly dif- Gwendolyn Fish came home from ferent from most two -day-old babies. i her work in the telephone company Its mother, from the bright brass bed' and entered, spiritedly, t n0 the de - its father had given her as a silver! bate. Gwendolyn always described wedding present, regarded it with in-! herself as "a hello glee" and she wore terest, but without. excitement. New, buns and read novels; she voted for babies were no treat to her; this was i "Douglas" without hesitation, but said her ninth. I she preferred "Kenneth Eugene." Her nherr "More actors!"snorted Mr. Fish. are Mrs,Fish,and husband's name a was Mr. Wlter Fish, - "Call a son of mine 'Kenneth Eugene' andso b the custom of the country, or 'Douglas'? What would the boys thein the bottle -room think. of me? say intcradle was oI ant in the old also named +'s h. l `Nathanie " I't. I Mr. Walter Fish, who blew glass for; When Elihu came home from his a living, came home' presently. Ile studies at the barbers' college, where bestowed an affectionate smile, nod, he was a sophomore, he sided with and grunt on his wife, as was his his father and voted for 'Nathaniel." wont, and poked his newest son medi-1 "'Douglas' is sissy," he pronounced. tatively with his forefinger. • "Give me a name out of the Good Book What'll we call 'im, Lulu?" he, every time." askedof his tills -It lookekd like a deadlock in the She smiled to herself, for she knew' Fish family, the question to be purely a rhetorical After supper that night, Mr. and one; requiringtj'ho answer from her. Mrs. Leo Dole came in from next door Mr. Wda Fish knew perfectlyhwell to inspect the infant Fish. whathe wanted to call the child. h She Mrs. Leo Dole cried: "Didum was? rememberedathe brisk dbaam that Isn't um coot? coot? Wuzzum scared by had attended thetichoice of names for lady?" The child was. Mrs. Dole the other eight, However,,with every gratuitously suggested that "Tenny- 'aWe'll call toof finality, she said,, son" would be a nice name. Mr. Leo' 'We'll call liim `Douglas:' " MrWater Fieh ted. I Dole, who ran the baseball scores pool . snor "Douglas!" he ejaculated. "After in the bottle -room, advised that the an actor? And a picture actor at baby be called "George" after either that? My son? Never! Mr. Ruth or Mr. Kelly, both of which His rejection of "Douglas," as he heroes, he pointed out, by a remark drew hirneelf up to his full height, five able coincidence, bore that name. He feet four inches; was dramatic if not further advised that immediate steps even superb. he taken to rutile George Fish to grow "We will call the child," he said in up left-handed: the tones be employed as past grand Collin Ellie Tucker dropped in to inside guard of his lodge, `Nathaniel,' say that the custom among really After my great-grandfather," he ex-. swell people. was to give the child for plainest .i a first name the mother's 'family "After Grandfather Nathaniel name, As Mrs. Fish, before her mar-. ri a had been Lulu Bearish, who was arrested for Meal- tag. , 1 McGillicuddy, ing geese from Boston Common?" ask-' the idea was dropped without serious ed Mrs. Fish, with well -simulated in -1 consideration. . nocence. "Nope," said Mr. Fish to all sug- "No!"'was Mr. Walter Fish's in-;gertions. "Nathaniel." Stant and indignant reply. "After Douglas, said Mrs. Fish, from Grandfather Nathaniel Babbitt, the her brass bed, undertaker and—" I An animated discussion was in pro- "Never!" broke in Mrs, Fish. Kress, punctuated by small, protesting "Embalmer," finished' Mr. Fish I squeals from the old cradle when the fi�rnly. "Besides," he added, with a, door iane opened briskly and a lud voice, ch of persuasion, "Nathaniel is a p' sang r good old Scripture name." "heave ho, me huskies l" "But'Douglas' is so' pretty" Y n insist - "Good gracious, it's Uncle P. Robin - ed Mrs. Fish , son!" cried Gwendolyn. She was of the Romantic School, lie. A fat ancient, with a wind-readen- of the Biblical. To avoid family ed face framed in white whiskers, so strife; they had compromised by tak- :that he alwas looked' a if he r ing turns naming the successive Fish-! just about to shave, rolled into the es. To Mrs, Fish's credit were Gwen-, room on brief legs like furniture dolYn, Millicent, Dewey, and Galahad a dca rt oxs . 1 Fish, Mr. Fishwas proudlyres on - i "An' how'sra the little tar this sites for Zacharias, Elihu, Dorcas, and ePenut> n he roared,giving the child Joshua Fish. The score was ven. a prodigious dig iu the ribs with a And now here was the ninth and thumb the size a cucumber. Uncle' quite certainly, the last.Fish, Both of P. Robinson wore a double-breasted parents realized ed that the question of blue serge suitandd a yachting gap. Eel made no attempt to conceal the facti that he was nautical; in fact, he fre-1 h quently described himself as a sea- going son of a sea -cook from binnacle to barnacle," He carried a walrus bag, so large, so old, so wrinkled and worn that it must have been made from the primal father of all the walruses. This vol- uminous bag he tapped mysteriously and winked at Mr. Fish, "I got 'em," he said. "Got what?" asked Mr. Fish. Ifyou knew,your eyes would pop as the tic answer of Uncle P, Robinson. It was, apparently, not the:.first time that the strange bag and its contents had been mentioned dark- ly, since Uncle P. Robinson had come to be a paying guest in the Fish home a month before. "Can't pay much—now," he said at thetime of his arrival,. "My capital is tied up. But just you wait—" Mr. and Mrs. Fish thought it wise to take in their relative and wait. He was little trouble. He slept' in a hammock, and spent all his time- down at the G,A.R. Hall telling how he helped sink the "Merrimac." "What's all this pow -wow over?" inquired Uncle P. Robinson of the Fishes shes and their guests. "We're pieldng a name for 'oun young Nathaniel," ,explained Mr. Fish, with ajerkof his thumb tower thecradle. dc de. "For little Douglas," "put' s m Mrs. g , Fish." Ah; 'Douglas,. Douglas, tender and true,'" sighed Mrs. Leo Dole. "Babe Ruth's naive is George," ventured Mr, Leo Dole from his corner. Uncle P. Robinson scratched his frothy tangle of whiskers for a full minute, and then exclaimed: "Well why not name- the little fella for me?" "For you?"' • "Yep, for me," said the old mariner. "I ain't got any heirs, nor assigns either, whatever they are. So when I pass on to my reward on high, who will get this?" He tapped the wakes bag. No one • answered his question, so he answered it himself. Why," he said, "my namesake, of course.' her expression. ("Mother, if Jane calls, tell her I can't go to the picnic," she said. "I lain going over to help Mts. ' Gray with ' the barn -raising:" 1 The Stanleys had recently moved from the city and were new at the farming game. With plans to marry a young farmer of their community in the fall, Julia was anxious to grasp the opportunity to get some first -hand- ed experience in feeding farm help on the farm.,' With this in view, the pia- nic did not enter into consideratio . n And n so,armed- with an apron and• a Ford, she was very soon in Mrs. Gray's kitchen assisting her in prepay-. ing the dinner for fifteen or more hun- gry men. It was all a wonderful reve- lation to Julia. She had lived the greater part of her nineteen summers in the city and small town, and to her the haying time, threshing time, and silo -filling -time on a large farm was an enormous task, me greatly to be dreaded. But that afternoon as she returned home, it was with a much changed viewpoint, and she was eager to tell her mother of the new things she had learned. She found her mother on the porch doing the mending and in answer' Mr. and Mrs. Fish exchanged quick, meaningful glances. "What is your name?" asked Mrs.. Fish genially. "I never did know for sure." "P," said the uncle solemnly, "stands for 'Preserved.'" "What?" "Preserved," repeated the uncle. "It's a fine old name, too. Comes down from the Pilgrim Fathers of Plymouth Rock, that name does." It's sort of odd," mused the Mother, "and sort of romantic like." "It's a Scripture name, ain't it?" asked the father. "You're both right," the uncle re- plied` amiably. "It's sora of romantic and itis sort of Scripture. Why, a child with a name like that is prac- tically sure to go straight to the Promised, Land. The Lord will pre- serve us, you know." "We'll think about it," said the father, eying the walrus bag. "Can I help youupstairsstell s with teat r t B? " "Oh, no, said the uncle hastily. "Don't bother. I guess this old craft can carry a cargo yet a while." I Ile rolled out of the room on his caster legs, puffing and wheezing be- neath the weight of the bag. When the visitors t ors had gone, Mr. Fish tui ed to n his wife. "P. , raps it's gold," he said. "Or precious jewels and; gems," murmured the romantic Mrs. Fish. "He was to India once." e Mr. Fish poked his head out of the room an ". and called, "Galley! Galley! Xou " come here to . o a PPP Galahad Fish a tow -headed w eaded little demon of seven, carne. "Galley, said his father, "you go sneak up to Uncle P. Robinson's room and peek through the keyhole and see what he's got in that big black bag.Sneak like'you was an Indian, Galey" Galahad sneaked from the room with elaborate caution. "His s eYe jest reaches the keyhole" ole „ remarked the father with a touch of pride. Galahadreturned shortly, visibly excited. What's in the bag?" hie father queried in a low voice. "Moneys," cried Galahad. "Sssssh!" hissed the father. "Not so loud! What did you say? Money?" "Moneys!" repeated Galahad. "Heaps an' heaps an' heaps an' heaps an' heaps---" "For pity's sake, stop saying `heaps.' What kind of moneys, . Gal- ley? Shiny moneys?" "Nope, Poppa, paper moneys. Heaps an' heaps an' heaps—" "What color?" Inc' father interrupt- ed, gripping his arm, `Green an'eller. Mostly Y There was heaps an' heaps an'heaps." s you ou sure it wasp yeller'?" The father's grip. on his offsring's arm tightened. '. "Ouch!" cried Galahad. "Yes, yal- ler. Heaps an' heaps'; fn' heaps—" "Galley," said Mr. Fish sternly, "you go right straight to bed, and ifl you say a word about peeping into I your uncle's keyhole, a single little, word, I'll skin you alive, that I wilt" When Galahad had gone, Mr. Fish' turned to his wife, I "Well, that settlesthat," he said with a hearty, pleasurable sigh. "We needn't fuss about a name any longer." "No," agreed Mrs. Fish, from out a revery. Ile said heaps an' heaps. an' heaps, didn't he?" 1` And so it came about that a small,' red, noisy baby was as christened Pre,, sered Fish. (To be continued.) Mlnard's Liniment for Corns and Warts 1 usamcokarassemattcawmarraismamtkimease :c;',en,`lil.'' 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With the three children on tete farm, she gets alon splendidly. She had planned a very simple but ample meal, and it seemed to appeal to every one of the hungry men. She served: Roast Beef Mashed Potatoes Browned Gravy Bread and Butter. String Beans Cucumber Pickles Radishes Fresh Cherry Pie Lemonade "The meat she had roasted yester- day, so it had only to be re -heated. I peeled' the potatoes and got them ready while she prepared the string 'beans. I helped to make the cherry pie, too, and now I know how to keep them from running over. Just add about one and a half or two teaspoon- fuls of flour mixed with sugar, and they ,will never run over a bit. Mrs. I Gray also added about one-quarter teaspoon of soda to the super for each pie, and itdidn't take only abou three-quarters as much sugar, and the flavor was just as good. SWEETEN LE ON'' M ADEIT w H SUGAR. "In making the lemonade, we used half -oranges and half ' lemons, and sweetened itith w syrup instead of the dry sugar, and this helped to beat Mr. Sugar Profiteer, too. Several of the men complimented her ongood 1 how' t was, and said 'that i n warme w ether they preferred it to coffee. `It was no trouble at all for us to arrange the dinner on the table, as Mrs. Gray has one those handy lit- tle wheel trays, or tea carts. We could put so manythings it at once and n g wheel it right in beside the diningroom table. It was just made of one of those old-fashioned washstands like,we have up in the back bedroom, painted in white, trimmed in buff and blue. But it saves a good many steps and the drawer is used for silverware." "I°ant so glad yon, went," interposed 1Irs. Stanley. "You hays gained some gaod exPperie c e that wi 1 help youwhen you and Jerry start housekeep- ing on the farm" G (fl t. here le your eh two to ar1,a 11e t-l'l:c 11 Herat wilts 7t51 lVATDIt on eccet• lent timekeeper alieranUpd 2e goers, COSTS You NOTHING, but a Putt' lours or YOnt tilhn: Sind 3.our name loonodiotpry for' full details. CRESCENT PROD COTe'o' Dept 195, 972'Procpeot 4v., Now York, U.S.A. MATCHES bringthelight int °' i ri y o t moi 11 1 g t tea. Lifebuoy inay.be on the tenderest It . is wonderfully for little hands, bodies. It, leaves a TS Viness and softness. Vii, thi Lifebuoy babies healthy G, ri e .'s',.� t 5,il '�tlq- t %d safely skin. cleansing faces, delightful have beautiful skins. ,sl. W' • I _ ti ,( -# Y•• used and fresh. � zs Yf 3.- lie: .. i t cm. IPI hT 135-' R i'-' y 7 'l kt. • r ri A,.. •fi. LBsl At the mention of her future, a maidenly blush crept over Julia's cheeks. "But," she continued, "the best part of it all is that there was no extra washing to do." 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Titat's phenly; bes,kle , ocal i expeal- SIVO Out frau Buenos Aires and down into the Roaring 'Forties they go, where always the west wind blows w bit soreamlisng force, iyi!iee g 111)moue- tains of solelhimng wa1i r, Gale follows gape and slowly, very ehloewly, the tramp -atomiser plugs her way south,. Coal is flung into the fax - num 'with genlerces'"hha'ds, hut a baro six knots les ,the result. An•AnXIOus Time Through the Magellan Strait after ten weary days, and then up the Data- s'onian ,cosset. . Bat here it is no bet- ter; the westerly gttiee blow straight across the Pacific on the rpcky coast to leeward, and. the ponderous gait of the old ship is as heartbreaking to dile weary officers., tra'mp'ing up and down the sliaY-s odlon bridge, as to the engineers, who, with enxo,ue, eyes, see the small stock at coal r g iddy • .. dwin cling g• Eight belle, and those ragged clouds to wiadward speak of another night of shrieking wind and high -running seeds. The chief engineer, clad in overalls (limbs against the wind to he upper bride search bridge, in sea of the oapp Lain. In the chart -room he finds him; " "Sixty tone; le 'all we have," he la- conically remarks. But the oaptain, wiebh tired eyes nearing over the chart, doles not, re- ply, He de mearsvreng the uncomfort- ably long line between the ship and the nemrest coal depot --,at Coroauel. ;'Six hundred miles is the exact die. lance," he eAys' "and if the weather, was at all descent we could do it; but asp it is'--" He taps the barometer, and the chief sees the imldtctubor full of friction, "Oh, well, obese we can but do our best! Better relduoo her to half,speed; she won't burn so muesli." No Coal and Fifty Miles to Go. Another day and anotiuer night pass over, and stili the old ship covers those long miles all too slowly, at a tremendous, cost in fuel Piny miles to go, the last shovelful is gone, and if once the steam goes back very far' it will be alin•oat an Ina passib11leity to raises it again, Something must be done to get her over the last lap, es'pecially as ' the weather looks better, 80 then it is that the est drastic resource de used. The ship must 'be burnt to drive the engines. First the ptuint and the varnish and the whole conteuts of the bos'ui'sstore go down to the stokehold and into the dyeing. furnace, Already the I•i.]?. meek - shalt goes over with a more deter-"° mined th'ost, and the flames leap out of the ship's funnel. New the derrick -booms aro • uns trip - ped out into short lengths soaked in. oa-tarand thrown O ll t0the flames. Slowly, very slowly, the patent leg reconds the miles as we pass along. Now the dstanee bo go le down to forty miles; another intclls britlgs it down to -thirty, but the ,emergency --fuel redeem are ,raitmiiug low. Next, o t the cabin furnibu me• bunks are ripped out. Gaily -painted chests, re - ales of Limehouse and Commercial Rovadl, E,, all:, make their contribution to the oommotn cause. Bookcas'es'., ch tables, and n11 tete , Parauphsr+ valla of i cab us ere relnoi Seessel y burnt. Burning Their Boats: Hare is someone's• trouser press, there a mahogany Midge table. It is heantbreadoing to have to part with the companions of many a long voyage; 'bait it has. to be, for the alternative will be infinitely worse. The last resource is the lifeboats, and every run hopes that they, above sell other things, can bo saved. Bust no, there still remains the lest ten miles, so bite oanpenter •and a couple of sear mien ebart'wlteth axes on the captain's dinghy, and the broken ribs, planks, and seats are handed •down below, In the red glow of the dawning a hail conies fawn the lookout: "Something ahead, str!" MAOCullars aro whdppod unit and levelled, Is it? Yes, 'Coronet piers aro no more than two melee away; we steel save one boat at least,. A timed smile flits across., the cap - tales weather-beaten face when at !length he gives • the ender; "Propane to coal ohi " s p. The Decoy, h ober' m t le y an a in.-ecc is g P ars nal duty for a friend in a remote country parish, was greatly scandalized on observing the old verger who had been collecting. the offertory quietly abstract a fifty cent piece before presenting the plate at the altar rale, ' After service ho ealved the old man Bata the vestry and told him with some emotion that his mime had. 'been d1s- oover.ad. The verger looked puzzled for a mo- ment. Then a -sudden light dawned on "Why, sir, you don't mean that old. half -dollar of mine? &liy, I've led off with that for the last fifteen years!" Do you, plan your schedule of work day by day, and as far as possible, live up to it?