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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
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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 -
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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
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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.
The following are three recipes with
the fruits which one usually has at
hand in the spring:
Currant. Sherbet—One pint of red
currant juice, one pound of sugar, the
juice of three lemons, one pint of boil-
ing water. Dissolve sugar in boiling,
water; when cold add current juice
and freeze. Makes three pints.
Orange Sherbet—One scant pint of
cold `water, one ,tablespoonful gelatine, "
one cup'sugar, six oranges or one pint
or , orange juice,. half cup of boiling
water. Soak gelatine for ten minutes
in a half cup of cold water; put sugar
and remainder of cold water into pit-
cher, also the orange juice; if the
oranges are very sour add more sugar.
Dissolve the gelatine in the boiling
water and add to the mixture. Strain
into the can and freeze.
Pineapple Sherbet—Three lemons,.
one can of pineapple, three cups sugar,
two quarts of water, whites, of three
eggs. Whip the whites until stiff and
add to the mixture after it is frozen;
turn awhile to thoroughly mix it.
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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
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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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IN RIMLESS COMFORT.
Every one who has the good fortune
to own a verandah should have it
screened for use in warm weather;
not only for the, personal comfort and
enjoyment it gives, but as an'aid in
g safeguarding the family • health, for
h d ld 11 flies and mosquitoes are a menace to
life. In some cases, the work can be
made to show immediate financial re-
turns. In one .instance, enclosing a
porch removed the need for three
screen doors and one window 'screen;
one screen door for entering the ver-
andah being all that was required.
Anything that increases the comfort
of a hoine, increases its value.
Where the pr ••ch is a rear one, the
housewife can clean or sort fruits and
vegetables out-of-doors, in comfort
and freedom from flies or mosquitoes.
It can be used for ironing or other
hot tasks, while the entire 'household
will find it a delightful refuge on
warm days and evenings, where they
enrt spend their time in "bugless com-
fort. It can be lighted at night with-
out fear of attracting swarms of "in-
sects,
Bronze or copper wire cloth is the,
best to use, as the better weather -
"1 wonderpcometianes if I'veh beeyy `Our ideals are out possihilitieh" I ft resisting nuaiities of these ii tori ill
she said wistfully. "You had to beltbld out motive is 'fine, our bearing e,ndm'alce ,team the cheapest in the rad.
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Puzzling the Postman.
Postal officials in India are fre
quently puzzled by the strange meth-
ods of addressing letters. adopted by
natives.
The fallowing must have given the
postman a considerable amount of
trouble, especially as it was written in
an almost unreadable hand:—
"To the one inseparable from my
heart, the fortunate Babu Sibnath
Ghose, having the same heart as mine..
From post -office Hesnabad to the vil-
lage' of Ramnathpur, to reach the
house of the fortunate Babu Pravanath
Ghose, district Twenty-four Perganas.
Don't deliver this letter to any person
other than the addressee, Mr: Post-
men. This is my request to you."
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