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Zurich Herald, 1923-05-17, Page 2PueTe gu rant ethe finest When it bears the name ")other!" There was reverence and ! P, adoration in his eyes as they rested; on her. "You're sure—sure, you don't feel strange about your ino'ther, Dan?" she asked. "A jur acquitted me, but 1 know I was right myself: There was nothing else to do." She was quivering to the shock of "I can't feel that I`could have done anything else than .I did," she erred assionately, "but I can't forget, Den. he horror of it all shadows nee still —it always will," The boy slipped his arms through hers and pressed .against her. "Whenever I read in history or a story of people who had to do terrible things for those they loved, I .think: 1!1 944 'Like my mother!' But no one I've ever read, or heard of, was like yogi," he Famous for its Flavor—Just try a sazopRe. said shyly, --. "Dan!" A smile of melting, eager tenderness suffused her eyes. As they turned away he looked back at the grave under 'the trees. "I thought I'd like to say good-bye to them," he said, "They were pion- eers, weren't they, grandfather and ?randmother? Makes me feel like be- ing a bit of history myself, to think e rs 13Y KATHARINE SUSANNAH PRICHARD Copyright by /ladder and Stoughton. CHAPTER XLVII.--(Cont'd.) 1 He crushed her in his arms again. "But with you it was different. Your ; They sobbed together childishly. own instinct tells you the difference. It' Mrs. Cameron went into the other does not accuse you. No one else will, room—her sitting -room with its shiny either. And there's your father to black horse -hair furniture, and thev,hen I was born—and it was because think of. It would take the last gleans cupboard in which her spinning wheel I was such a wailing baby,: that RV of happiness from him to know you had stood since the days of Donald had ended your own life, Deirdre. And Cameron's greatness. The beloved father called me Deirdre--Deirdreof theriefs. And he—lies over there there's care for you, alw avey and me to s." love you and reblue was'fire ll on the e that she dsaved from the chifonier. She in the Island." �� I remember him, the boy said Deirdre stared at her; then the sat in the room she had been so proud eagerly, his voice hushed. "When I tears cane; she cried quietly. of, a long timeher hands clasped in was a little kid, we went, you and, I, Mrs. Cameron put her arms round her lap, reviewing her memories. and father,' to see him, didn't we? her. She comforted her with tender; They came in straggling lines and And I sort of remember ; a'tall, thin little murmurings. Deirdre raised her phalanxes—memories of her youth, of man who had white hair—quite white hair head, and put her off from her, gazing an old sad time, of her voyage across and was blind; hair into her face with drenched eyes. the seas beside Donald Cameron, of singiwas always u I understand ever so much better their journey into the hills, of the ng, so as you could scarcely hear that my grandfather and grandmother were pioneers. I was saying to ,my- self just now: 'They did so much against such big odds, what a lot I ought to be able to do with everything made easy for me.' "I wish, your father and mother were down here, too," he added "I never knew my mother, Dan," Deirdre said dreamily. "You know, I've told you all about that. She died now," she said. And a moment later: days of struggle and toil and domestic "Have I been mad with fright? tranquillity that had given her a son, What'll I do? My head aches so, .1 of her first fear and loneliness in the scarcely know what I am saying. 1 silent world of the trees, and of the can't think. What shall I do? What gaunt men who had come to her out Is going to happen to me?" 1 of them. "There's no jury in the country that The complexities of human emotion would not acquit you," Mrs. Cameron were a mystery and a distress to her. said. "McNab was well known. Oh, She had the momentary vision of a people were afraid of him.; but they prison yard, its grim walls, trains of will speak now. You're young and sullen men in grimy grey and yellow beautiful, and if your story is not a clothes, all of the same pattern, and justification—there's no God watching of one who walked among them•wear- over the world." ily, a little uncertainly, singing faint- "Butwhat will Davey think of me?"1y, as she had often heard him singing Deirdre cried."I'm afraid to see him on the hill roads. Her eyes went down —I wanted to, when I came here—but the slope of the hill to the spot under. be a great man Dan because four him, and once he said suddenly when I was on his knee, don't you remem- ber: 'He's got her eyes, Deirdre?' "Yes." Deirdre murmured, ` the pain in her eyes deepening. "I've wondered . I've often won- dered what he meant, mother. How could he know what my eyes -were like. He was blind." "He meant . your grandmother_ Mary Cameron, Dan. •He used to say she had twilight eyes; and. that the light of them pierced, his darkness," Deirdre said. • The boy puzzled of er that. "I remember, she' said to me once,. he said, thoughtfully. "You ought to I'm afraid now. I thought it would the light -leafed trees where Donald be to say good-bye. They'll be coining Cameron had been laid to rest, her ogfeat natiidn't know what she ons have gone to the making ant for me soon, too. Oh, I'll go now, Mrs. heart crying' an assurance of loyalty at f u.' I ret, Then she told me thats mg Cameron. If Davey looked at my and fidelity, to the yoke mate. They Ifourhandgrandparents were English, Irish, hones, and knew what they had had "seta seed in the country thhe Scotch and Welsh. 'They have quarrel- " would bear fruit in the union of' led and fought among themselves, but. you are gathering of them in a new country, Dan,' she said. `There will be There was;:a heavy stepon thedone what he set out to do,though his a great' future for `' a 'nation that y g comes of you and s _ t , 'rls threshold, _ Davey s figure loomed last days had been darkened with die- like you. It will b t r' - pi 4geinst the doorway. appointment, the 'bitter sense of dis- oxning in from the light, it was a raceand thefutility'of all.hislong eers:'with all the ad'Vey ;urous, toiling years' of toil. But his name would go strain of the men and women who on, she realized, and his children's came over the sea and conquered the e of wilderness. You belong to the hunted, children would talk with pride too, and suffering has taught you.' their grandfather who had come from "Then she told me about prisons the old country, a poor man, and had here in the early days, mother, and made a name for himself in the new terrible stories of how people lived in land. Of the spiritual undertow which the old country. 'They may talk about your birthstain by and by, Dan,' She said, 'but that will not trouble you, because it was not this country made the stain. This country has been the redeemer and blotted out all those old stains.' " Deirdre gazing into the eager, wist— ful face of her son realized that he was unfolding a dream to her. She smiled into his eyes and he back to her with a consciousness of the serene understanding and sympathy between them. "'You will be a pioneer too, Dan,' grandmother said," the boy continued with a shy reverence, " 'a pioneer of paths that willmake the wworld a bet- ter, happier place for everybody to live in. You will, because you won't be able to help it. There's the blood of pioneers in you.' " (The End.) Conflicting thoughts, whipping each other, were driving her like a leaf, first one way and then the other. two in the next room, she knew. A the labor of their pioneering had not been in vain. Donald Cameron had dew minutes beforelus eyes accustom- ed tothe gloom, saw that there was someone with his .mother. He stared at Deirdre as though they were ghosts who were meeting after death, beyond the world. She shrank from the stare of his eyes, putting up her arms to hide her face, with a little bound Deirdre and Davey she could pitiful cry. She moved along the wall ! not think. That was entwined with towards the door as if to go . out and the subtle, inexplicable currents of her est ape them. � own soul. She had turned her face "Davey! Davey! Don't let her go," from them, shut her eyes and ears to Mrs. Cameron cried. {the sight and sound of them. She had Although his eyes followed her, and.l never allowed herself to recognize he seemed to guess her intention, he their existence even; yet she knew did not stir. "Davey," Mrs. Cameron cried, a pang in her heart like the blade of a knife. "She has killed McNab, and is going to her death because of it." Deirdre stood still. Her arms drop- ped from her face. She threw back her head, her eyes nlet his unflinchingly. "You—you have killed him?" His voice was harsh with the effort to speak. "Yes," she said. A gust of passion rushed over him. lessly, "we broke the earth, we sowed It flooded him with a vigor, and ex- the seed. Let theirs be the harvest— nitation that transformed him. ( the joy of life and the Fullness He strode towards her. His arms thereof." imprisoned her. He held her, and kiss- ed her with the hungry kiss of a lover, long denied. "Deirdre, Deirdre!" he sobbed. "That you should have It was for me to do that. I meant to, to -night. Do you think I could have lived . . breathed ... been sane, while you ... were near him?" that they were there, rushing on, si- lently, irresistibly into eternity. A vision of the prison yard came again, shaping itself slowly, vaguely, and with it a sound of chains, the harsh ,voices of warders and goalers. Her thoughts went back to the lovers in the other room. She folded her hands with a little passionate gesture; the light of her whole soul shone in her eyes. "Oh God," she' whispered breath - Lifebuoy may be safe- ly used on the tender- est skin. It Is wonderfully cleansing for little hands, faces and bode les. Lifebif!1uaGl11 klsen'r�tJ• CHAPTER XLVIII. FIFTEEN YEARS AFTER. A boy pushed the bracken and ferny grey and green wattle sprays from before a lichen -grown wooden cross. He was a sturdy youngster, with an eager, sensitive face, and dropped on one knee beside the mound the parted ferns and branches revealed, to read the inscription on the cross. The path that wound uphill through the trees behind him was an old one overgrown with mosses. Scraps of bark and sear leaves were matted across it. The weathered, rambling homestead of Ayrinuir was just visible through the 'trees and a cornfield wavin down the sloe of the hill showed golden througha gap in the waving leafage. Donald Cameron had harked the place long before, and said that there, where the wagon: had come to a standstill, he must be laid to rest. And it was within memory of the boy that his grandmother, Mary Cameron, had been laid beside him. A voice floating down the hillside from the house called: "Dan! Dan!" Deirdre came down the path - to- wards hire, an older, graver Deirdre, with peace in her deep -welled eyes though an undefinable shadow rested on her face. "Here you are, dear!" she said. "It'll be time to be getting ready soon. Mick has the horses in—and your father won't like to be kept waiting. There was so much 1 wanted to say to you,' too, before you go up to this big school, Not Sure of Result. It won't be a bit. like going to the mother—""Ali the dear child needs Is, school down here or doing Latin with! a course in elocution to finish her off," me—going to the Grammar School, Grouchy tTncle- "Xc ,electrocution Dari." " Wight do it, but I'm- not sire." "No, of course, motlier. "I Have Walked Out," I have walked out—to open air and sun, Upon my jailer, wintry Old Despair, Have turned the key, and left him fret- ting there— In my late cello So, now there can be none, Not youth himself—.more blessedness has won; Although he be the springtime's near- est heir, 1, being old,, shall gain the greater share Of her bright treasure—not by youth outdone. For I have what I gather; grown so wise, After these many wasteful years, I batch And hold the fleeting thing 'called joy, and snatch My pleasures froin the moment, ere it flies . , I have walked out to vernal sun and, .air, And turned the key on wintry Old Despair, -'--Edith M. Thon as. About t e se SPRING DIET. "April tears bring May flowers," said old Granny Perkins, sitting.' by her log fire, Wand 'tis time to take sasperilla and seefrass tonic. .I do wish old Abe, the'yarb, man, would stroll by, I want to buy me some yarbs." The old-time housewife be- lieved in liberal doses of spring tonics, and plenty of hard work, to throw off the usual spring languors, or fever, as it was called. The modern wideawake twentieth century woman is efficient in her houehold, and knowing that a liberal serving of green foods is very neces- sary < in the late winter and early spring, has changed customs so that it is .no longer necessary to dose the family with bitter -tasting, nauseating drugs, to thin down the bloodstream. It is not always an easy matter to think up a seasonable menu and then determine the right combinations that will appease the family hunger and at the same time appeal to their indi- vidual appetites, - in such a manner that the right amount of nourishment is suitable for each, individual. Sim- plicity, economy and wholesomeness should be the keynote upon which the housewife balances her menu, com- bining the requirements of the indi- vidual in such a manner that the same foods will .suit the entire family. Under the old scheme of living it was thought that the choicest cuts of meats, the daintiest dishes, should go to the head of the house; and the chit- dren should be served, the less rich foods. To -day the mother knows that e dad is better off with less meats, more, vegetables and simple dessert, and that the growing lad and lassie may have juicy steaks and chops and rich desserts and will not suffer digestive disturbances. WINS 52 -MILE PRAM RACE. Five mothers pushed their perambu- lators, complete with babies, from Big Ben, London,, to. Brighton, a distance of fifty-two miles, recently, in re- sponse to a challenge' by one of the mothers. Mrs. Groom, of Eastbourne, the winner, seen in the picture, finish- ed hi 12 hours and twenty minutes. the moths may be removed for they seem averse to sunlight and fresh air, but it is more difficult to -rid the gar- ment of the larvae. The larvae may exist at'forty degrees F. but are not active. It is best if clothing can be stored at this temperature for sev- ral days and then brought out in ordi- nary room temperature for a few hours and later restored to the colder temperature. The larvae cannot stand change of temperature. Sulphurfumigation of the garment must be done with care, as the fumes will exterminate the moths but it must be done with care, as thefumes may become too strong and rot the fur. After the moths and larvae are re- moved, the coat may be packed in a moth -proof chest with moth balls or other moth preventatives, or sealed in a paper sack or box. THREE EXCELLENT SHERBETS. 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Minard's Liniment for Corns and Warts A UNIQUE CONTEST. Five sturdy mothers pushing per- ambulators, each freighted with a pro- testing baby, crossed Westminster Bridge as Big Ben chimed 5.16 o'clock one April morning in a race to Brighton. The contest was the outgrowth of controversy between the mothers of the North and South of England as to which section had the hardiest and speediest baby carriage chauffeurs. The contestants were cheered by a crowd around the Parliament build- ings as they got away on their long trek. Officials of the Society for the Pre- vention of Cruelty to Children entered a protest against the affair,' de axing; <e--7 chili ' 1:foth . �c � ham u e � f e e the little oxen and asserts ,that • if ones suffered the mothers would be prosecuted. "My baby is in the best of health and temper; and I have a b'otle of. tea at his feet to keep them warm,". one of .the entrants responded. Three of thebabies were under a year old. It quickly became apparent 'that shoe leather and stamina were not the only factors in the race. Mrs. Ada May Edwards, of Manchester, mother of a five -months -old baby, wheeling a light folding "pram," took the leid at the start over the four heavier baby carriages, but soon lost her advantage when she had to halt because her off- spring loudly noised its demand for nourishment. It was a quick lunch. Mrs; Edwards shoved the infant back into the "pram" after such a short' interval that only one competitor pass- ed her. Mrs. Lily Groom, of East Bourne, reached Red Hill, twenty miles from Westminster, at 9.87 and Mrs. Ed- wards at 9.45. The others were trail -i ing. The pace for the first four hours Wee so hot that several men'accom- panying the marching mothers were fatigued on their arrival at Red Hill, but.the merry matrons were still going strong. : The Winner received a silver "shov- ing" cup and about enough money to buy' a new pair of shoes. • give your diges- tion a "kick" with WRTGLEYS. Sound.. teeth, a good, appetite and proper digestion mean MUCiI to your health. WRIGLEY'S Is a helper in all this work — a pleasant, beneficial pick-me-up. Quite Simple., The pale -looking' passenger had shown signs of nervousness all through the voyage. Approaching the captain one day, he "How far are we from- land, cap- tain?" `Oh, about three miles!" replied the official. "Only three miles?" said the pas- senger. "Then it's funny we cant see it." "Oh," returned the skipper, "that's because the water isn't clear enough!" It is not the hours that you put in that count; it is what. you put into the hours. 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