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By the Author of " Pencarrow"
By NELLE M. SCANLAN
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Here We see a group of young peo-
ple carried on the tides of youth.
"Young Kelly Pencarrow finally settles
down on the 1'encarrow farm, with
Genevieve his cousin as housekeeper,
who is iii love with her cousin Robin
Herrick, Cousin Neil Macdonald be-
comes engaged to Erena Joicey-Goff.
Peter i'encarrow is showing interest
In Maisie Kite, a typist.
Maisie harbaSured secret ambitions
of greatness. The dull day and its
drudgery were forgotten at night
when she entered her real world. She
closed her eyes to this sordid world,
and opened them in an imaginary
one where she was a great lady, until
sleep claimed her. Trained in the
brilliant world of her imagination,
she soon began to picture herself
filling an important role in life, and
she saluted herself as a rising star.
Maisie soon realized that honey
was very important. The odd pennies
that cane her way were not enough.
Her first independent venture in
business was the sale of eight empty
beer -bottles at a halfpenny each,
and that fourpence encouraged enter-
prise. An empty sack was worth two-
pence, but they were hard to get
without detection. The lead from in-
side the chests of tea in the store,
when collected into lumps, was
bought by the old Chinaman who
kept the fruit shop and laundry, and
proved more profitable.
The trading of these goods was
done on secret missions, for no hint
was given to her brothers or sisters.
The idea was her own, and she was
entitled to the fullest fruits for such
such originality.
Maisie, having an older sister, sel-
dom got a new dress. As Ethel, a
big gawky girl, grew out of her
clothes, they were passed down to
her. Fortunately Ethel grew quickly,
so they were never more than a year
old.
It was, however, a source of re-
sentment that these slightly soiled
NeC,titi
fa
Pipe Smokers! fill up with
GOLDEN VIRGINIA'
and e-njoy a really
good smoke!
and much faded frocks alone replac-
ed the silks and satins of her dream-
ing.
At eleven, Maisie was growing into
a leggy child; her limbs seemed too
long for the slender body and neat,
small head, Her hands, red from
washing-up and freckled from the
sun, looked enormous when thrust
through these shrunken sleeves.
Summer brought her a well -wash-
ed frock, which was already too
small. The sleeves were tight, and
finished meanly midway between
elbow and wrist, exaggerating the
size of her hands. They were, in fact
shapely hands, but rough from lack
of care.
The dress fitted fairly well other-
wise, but had a skimpy look. Maisie
was sorely conscious of her awkward
hands in these shrunken sleeves, and
she felt that something ought to be
done about it. No use asking her
mother; she had troubles enough of
her own. Maisie had already learnt
that it is well to be self-reliant, and
decide these personal matters for
yourself.
As she looked the dress over care-
fully, she fingered sixpence — the
profit from the last bit of lead taken
prematurely from the tea chest in
the store when no one was looking.
Turning the sixpence over, her mind
on the great event timed for three -
fifteen on Saturday afternoon, she
decided to take the plunge. There
were no more sacks in sight; no lead
.would be available for some time.
Her decision made, she tied the
sixpence in the corner of her hand-
kerchief and contemplated with ex-
citement the purchase of lace. You
couldn't get much lace for sixpence,
not wide lace, but she felt that ef-
fect, end not quality, must govern
this expenditure.
"I want a yard of lace, please,"
said the shabby child.
. "What sort of lace?" asked the
little man in the drapery shop.
"Lace for sleeves," said Maisie,
her hand weaving a graceful fountain
of frilling as she spoke.
The little man peered at her
through his glasses, then over them.
A queer child; one of the Kites, to
be sure.
She sat up to the counter on his
one chair, like a grand lady ordering
the best as he brought out a box of
lace all wrapped round cardboard
squares.
"About how much a yard?" he ask-
ed.
"Let me look at it first," she said
imperiously, as though pace were
nothing to her. But her quick eye
caught a wide cheap lace marked
sixpence, and she selected this.
"I think this will do; it's just the
right width. How much is it?"
The little man fumbled with a
HIS AMAZING LOVE
(E7 JOSEPHINE JUNE)
I was hurrying across the small
plot of grass between the Hospital
and the Nurses' Residence one fine
morning on the way to my office
when I encountered a youth loiter-
ing around.
Are you wanting anything?"
nes, rm just waiting to see Nurse
Robinson." "Well you'll hardly see
her this early as, no doubt, she is
on duty." "Oh yes I will, for I
'phoned her I'd be waiting around
here about ten, and that she could
see me by looking out of the win-
dow, but she hasn't come yet."
He was very confident.
I scented a romance right there,
and asked a few leading questions
which brought forth: "Yes, he'd
been a patient in the Hospital for
five weeks, had been operated upon
for Mastoiditis." He had no difficul-
ty in pronouncing she word, I noticed
--"and did I think Nurse Robin-
son would be long?" I did not,
"for," I said, "it Is my firm inten-
tion of telephoning right away, and
telling her that there is a fine up-
standing chap looking up at her
window, and that will bring her on
the run, I know."
He smiled, with some confusion,
but with evident relief. "What
Ward is she on, Ward J? All right,
you wait just where you are for one
minute"
I could not reach my office quick-
ly enough; I was thrilled at my find.
Here was a youngster anxiously
waiting outside of a Hospital to ob-
tain a glimpse of his nurse! Could
you conceive of anything quite so
lovely? One would imagine that
the whole Hospital episode would
make him eager to put miles be-
tween him and the place. But no,
there he was, hungering for a look
at the one who had bent over him
in his pain. Just what tenderness,
'understanding of his plight, and
real palship, had "Nurse Robinson"
shown that had irresistably drawn
him back to her?
I' These were the thoughts that
chased through my mind as I tried,
almost frantically, to get the switch-
board, and my heart blessed her.
"Oh dear, line busy!" Another
minute's wait, and still busy. It
was really ridiculous how impati-
ent I was. 1 gave a hurried glance
Ehrough the window. ??es, he was
still there, gazing intently towards
the building.last;
At X
s that Miss
Robinson, es? Well for mercy sake
do take time to show yourself at
the back window, and view your
young Romeo. ''yes, Tommie L„ do
on
the gas and ends his agony of Wellstep wait-
ing,
iling, it's pathetic to see." ith a
merry laugh, and "I will," the re-
ceiver was hung up.
I looked out again, There he
stood, with such a pleased and satis-
fied look on his young face. I feel
impatient at my Inability to pic-
ture him thus for others to see; the
eager eyes, and such a winning shy-
ness in his attitude as he stood there
in the early morning sunlight,
straight and slim as a sapling, with
his arm up -raised drawing her gaze
in his direction, and to my, per-
haps romantic, eyes, showing lust a
hint of his not -too -far -away man-
hood. He was just twelve.
When he was leaving, I called him
into my office. I was anxious to
talk further with him, to draw him
out, and obtain if I could, some-
thing of what was in his heart. But
alas! he was not of the fulsome kind,
and his eyes questioned: "Why all
this interest?" "Oh, it hadn't been
too bad; he wouldn't mind being
back, only for the sick part, and
of course he wouldn't like to be
operated upon again for he might
die." "Were the nurses good to
him?" "Well, he'd say so, they were
d
commit reat!" himselt f tos b nutwo ds, but I
had seen his eyes, and he had come
back to the Hospital. That was en-
ough to fire my imagination. "Come
back again soon" I said as he left,
"to see me as well as Nurse Robin-
son."
*1 sat down quietly at my desk,
stirred at what had, so unexpected-
ly, been granted to me—the mani-
festation of an adoring love of a
small patient for his nurse. A most
wonderful movie had been enacted
right before my astonished eyes, on
a stage presenting a little green
sward behind the towering walls of
a large and old institution, the Hos-
pital for Sick Children, Toronto, I
wish others could have shared it
with me, but my eyes alone had
seen it.
Had I been depressed that morn-
ing as I started out for my office's
Well just a little, perhaps, but not
now. The whole work had been
glorified for me, and magnified.
How privileged to be on the staff
of an institution where not only
were ailing little ones nursed back
to health and strength, but where
such an atmosphere of tender and
understanding love abounded as to
make these younsters eager 'to come
back "to see Nurse Robinson," and
which made possible such a lovely
scene as I had witnessed. Was my
share in it, humble as it was, worth-
while? I had been shown it was,
And so I aim going to ask you to
help us in this work ofcuring
the
sick little ones of Ontario. The
need for funds is most urgent. Last
year we nursed 7,511 patients in our
cots and gave 93,189 treatments at
our Out -Patient Department. This
does not begin to tell the inamensity
of the work accomplished, it merely
gives you a glimpse of what it must
have been. Your contribution may
be sent care of the Secretary -Treas-
urer, Hospital for Sick Children, To-
ronto.
No amount is too small—"Tony
littles mak' a muckle.':
clumsy thumb to lift the folds of
lace and see the price marked on
the card.
"Sixpence," he said at last;
"Is that all?" the child said, as
though implying she had expected
it to be at least half-acrown. "I'll
take it; a yard, please;" and she un»
tied the corner of her handkerchief
behind her back so that he might not
see she had no purse. The lace Was
about six inches wide and very
coarse, but this did not depress her.,
Sharing a bedroom with her two
sisters, one older and one younger,
there was no privacy in her life. The
kitchen and parlour, which were be-
hind the shop, were connected by .an
ever -open door, and her mother,
who, as she declared, was on her
two feet all day, .was constantly in
and out, in and out.
Maisie cut the lace in two, and
with a needle and cotton, ostensibly
to sew a button on her nightdress,
managed to join the lace and gather
it without discovery. It was so small
she could push it out of sight in an
instant. To get the frills sewn on
to the sleeves of her dress was an-
other matter. Under pretext of fit-
ting on the dress to see if the hem
was right, Maisie put it on, then
ran down to the Little House in the
garden, and hurriedly shut the door.
She dragged the dress off, and by
the diin light that filtered in through
the mitred boards at the top of the
door, and a chink of light through
a wide crack, she sewed a frill on
each sleeve with a long stitch.
Putting the dress on again, she
made play with her hands, delight-
ing in the rise and fall of the lace
frill as she swept her arm in elabor-
ate gesture. In the dim light of the
Little House the sixpenny lace might
have been the best from Brussels.
Hearing approaching footsteps, she
pushed the lace under the tight
wrist -band and washed back to the
house, her heart beating with ex-
citement.
(To Be Continued.)
The Lucky People
Sonie of you young people envy,
or think you envy, the people who
do not have to work, who get up in
the morning when they feel like it
and plan their days without regard
to jobs or salaries. There have al-
ways been a few such people to be
reckoned with, and always they have
been envied by a goodly proportion
of the world's workers.
Somehow, when you come to look
into the matter, however, you do not
find these people who are idle be-
cause they have everything without
working for it, so fortunate as you
might suppose. They are very likely
to plunge into folly and dissipation,
as though in using legitimate pleas-
ures every day and all day, they have
worn them out. The percentage of
suicides among them is amazingly
high.
Some of you are thinking that even
if you were not obliged to work, you
would not be lazy. You would work,
however, only when you felt like it.
The habit of working regular1ly oper-
ates like all other habits; it makes
work easy. If you wait to work until
you feel like it, you will find it neea-
lessly difficult.
No one should be pitied because
he has to work, nor envied because
he is free to spend all day in play.
The lucky people are those who have
work they must do, and strength to
do it.
Question Women's
Eligibility To Be
Municipal Candidates
Hamilton, Ont,—The intention of
several woen to enter the muni-
cipal elections here has raised a
question of their elegibility as can-
didates without being assessed as
property owners.
A judge may be asked to rule on
the question. Officials point out
that because a woman is a wife of
a person assessed, she is entitled to
vote, but she does not qualify as a
candidate.
Tosses Brick Through
Window When Her
Cooking is Criticized
Chicago—To Mrs. Lillian Kenner,
her culinary art is art and nothing
else.
Arraigned in women's court to ex-
plain why she tossed a brick through
the window of her employer, Louis
Miller, she said she didn't mind not
being paid, but that on last Sunday
her pie had been criticized.
So, she testified, she took her
apron off, and demanded her wages,
but when Monday came and they
hadn't been paid in full, she resort-
ed to the brick tossing.
Dr:erne Powder holds t s wd ho ds false
plates so firmly and comfortably in.
place for 24 hours—they actually feel
natural—eat, laugh, sing without fear
of any slipping. Prescribed by world's
most eminent dentists—they know it's
the best—just sprinkle on. Inexpensive
--any drugstore,
Issue No. 49—'34
Orange Pekoe
Blend
Fresh from
the Gardens
SALT FOR
HOOKWORM
Is Used To Kill Parasites In
the Rand Gold Mines
Silicosis is the dread disease of
miners. It is produced by rock dust.
Breathe the dust day in and day out
and the probability is strong that
tuberculosis will result. In the Rand
of South Africa, where the richest
gold mines in the world are located,
the problem thus presented has been
the subject of more than one thor-
ough governmental investigation.
The most obvious way to prevent
silicosis is to lay dust. Wet the
walls, the ground, the tools as they
drill in rock, and there can be lit-
tle or no dust. Reasoning thus, the
mining companies of the Rand have
been dowsing their deep workings.
Out of the mines came whites ana
Negroes plastered with mud.
It looked for a time as if silicosis
had been cheaply and effectively
conquered. Then it was discovered
that the miners had hookworm.
Temperatures that run well over 100
degrees Fahrenheit must be faced in
the "deeps" of the gold mines—ideal
conditions for the propagation of
the parasite, not to mention cock-
roaches, beetles, rats and other liv-
ing disease carriers. The miners
were dosed with carbon tetrachloride,
in accordance with Dr. Maurice Hall's
method, and thus rid of their worms.
But how were the mines to be
freed? Salt is a well -tried remedy.
So the superintendents ordered a
general cleaning of all implements,
cages and passages with salt water.
The eggs of the hookworm cannot
survive the treatment. The Rand
mines are safe again.
Gems From Life's
Scrap -Book
OBEDIENCE
Obedience completes itself in un-
derstanding."—Phillips Brooks.
"To be a Christian is to obey
Christ, no matter how you feel." --
If W. Be icher.
"God is the fountain of light, and
He illumines one's way when one is
obedient. The disobedient makes their
moves before God makes His, or
make them too late to follow Him."—
Mary Baker Eddy.
"Obedience alone gives the right to
command."—Emerson.
"Obedience, we may remember, is
a part of religion, and therefore, an
element of peace: but love which in-
cludes obedience is the whole." —
George Sewell.
"True obedience is true liberty."—
H. W. Beecher.
"Everywhere the- flower of obedi-
ence is intelligence." — Philips
Brooks.
"He praiseth God best that serve-
th and obeyeth him most." ---Burkitt.
Best Maple. Leaf
Is From Quebec
The most be::?utiful maple leaf
found in Canada this autumn and
submitted to judges appointed by
the Royal Canadian Academy was
sent in by Mrs. A A. Adams of
Bay Mills, Que., the judges an-
nounced in Montreal last week.
More than 10,000 leaves were
chosen by residents of every pro-
vince. From this huge number the
judges finally reduced the most
beautiful in form and coloring to
three, • awarding Mrs. Adams first
• place and second honors.to two leafs,
submitted by Mrs. Guy H. Humphrey,
Hampton, in King's county, N.B., and
Marshall I. White, Milton West, Ont.
Third prize was eliminated as the
judges were unable to choose be-
tween the selections of Mrs. Hum-
phrey and Mr. White,
The man who thinks twice before
he speaks nowadays will find that
- the world is talking about something
42 else.
What Does Your, Handwriting Show?
By GEOFFREY ST.' CLAIR
(Grapho-Analyst)
.All Rights Reserved.
(Editor's Note: Here Is another
interesting problem ,with which the
author has had to deal, Have YOU
any problem upon which you would
welcome some advice and guidance?
This well known handwriting expert
repeats his invitation to readers
following this week's article below).
A young lady of 19 writes nae from,
the West, in part as follows: "For
a few years, although I am still only
just 19 years of age, I have going
with a man of 33 years. We seen to
be admirably suited to each other in
spite of this difference in our ages,
having much in common together. My
friend is inclined to be somewhat sen-
sitive, but I am the first girl to come
into his life, and he got to be very
fond of me.
"Over two years ago he asked me
several times to marry him, but l:
was not ready for marriage, because
I do not believe in early marriages,
and I was ambitious to become a
teacher. My parents also objected,
on account of the difference in our
ages. I may say here that he is
earning a good living, and money
matters would not trouble us. I want-
ed to wait for a few years before
marrying him, but I couldn't bear to
lose hint.
"Since then he has been a differ-
ent man, very despondent at times,
and intensely jealous at others. We
are both of a jealous temperament,
but he has acted very bitterly. His
despondency changed, and he accused
nae of going out with other men,
which was not true. Whenever any
young man would even pass our
house, he would accuse me of being
responsible. At first I laughed all
this away, but it got so bad that I
realized that he meant what he was
saying.
"Over a year ago he turned to an-
other girl because he was convinced
that I was deceiving him, hut after
a few months that was over. Is there
anyway in which I can convince him
of the untruth of his statements? Or
what do you advise?"
Here again we have this question
of a marked difference in the ages of
the two concerned. The roan is 14
years older than the girl. This is not
so bad, however, because their rela-
tive ages are still young. So that
this age difference in the present
case is not an insuperable obstacle.
However, the matter of jealousy is
a vital one.
There is one of the most insidious
of characteristics. It grows on it-
self. This young man has lost his
self-control entirely, and has shown
precious little respect for the girl he
wants to marry, in continually ac-
cusing her of the things he has.
The question arises —if he is so
inordinately jealous of her now, When
he is not even engaged to her, what
would he be like when they were mar-
ried?
Jealousy is one of those vices that
MUST be cured before marriage. The
mere ceremony of getting married
does not destroy it; rather does it
stimulate it. And a jealous husband
is far worse than a jealous suitor, ford
a single girl can still give up the maul •
whereas once married, a remedy isi
difficult — and only after a great\
deal of unhappiness and tribulation.
It seems to ane that the man in
question is likely to continue to be`
jealous, and I advise my correspond- -
ent to give him up, at any rate until)
she is assured that his jealously is,
cured. Better to cut the knot nowt
than live to rue it later.
Jealously, unfortunately, is one of
those vices that is really hard to cure.
And it is far too great a risk for my
correspondent to take, especially hav-
ing regard to the difference in age.
She is still young, and it will not be
very difficult for her to gain new
friendships.
Can the author help YOU? Do
you wish to know what your hand-
writing tells about YOU? And do
you want to discover the real na-
tures of your frieds? Send speci-
mens of the writing you want anal.
ysed, stating birth date in each case,
Enclose 10c coin for each specimen,
and send with 3 stamped addressed
envelope, to: Geoffrey St. Clair,
Room 421, 73 Adelaide St. West,
Toronto, Ont. All letters are confl•
dential.
A RECEIPT FOR LUCK
An old receipt for luck runs as
follows: Mix thoroughly equal parts
of honesty and ambition. Stir into
these sufficient stick-to-it-tiveness to
thoroughly emulsify and then apply
generously to every task that has
to be done. Like Grandmother's
mustard plasters, this has great
"drawing" powers, so we are told.
Luck of the desirable sort is simply
the drawing to ourselves of the good
things of life.
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