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| Mardy yo rehter jesup was a ee He certainly ought not to be able to set a time e burial of his dead before Joseph Bishop's wishes had " 1g in Ted's shoulders was i. Marian had not noticed she had not noticed any- Rosemary's flushed face. weeks! The terrible pis of the disease that t and day, against the : The 'at the hospital had told her love and courage had wrought , 'When she heard that she she should be singing all g life. And here a week 'Bobbing! She was so ud, dead tired! And the wing, and there was ithe endless cogk-| hose blessed™ § gxercisez.--t 'exercises throfigh which she and Rose- We fighting,--months and That Tt still before her. And - Ted's shoulders were sagging. ust pull up," she said to her- blast. "As if dirt matters! As ything matters -- except that y isn't going to be a cripple." ed her tired head. A calendar 'the room hung crooked, and she to straighten it. As she did caught her attention; it was ore Rosemary was taken n everything give thanks." ng! Even in exhaustion. thanks passionately the t news, but all the days in one cry for Rosemary. would think I have a good : up," she said with a "int smite. F Why not begin now? It almost _geemed as if some one had spoken the _ "Why, I can!" she stammered. words, eg a a Lifebuoy bath resh, rested skin with health and cleaner than you | been attended to. With these thoughts the farmer's instinct for forehandedness demanded action. He smacked his stout palm he'd go in town and see Parson Wayne right away, before he even went for Lottie Sanders, He'd get Lottie on I the way back. The farm work wasn't | pressing for the afternoon. Why not? He had eaten all the food, and he did mary was there, sleeping--that blessed not bother to put away the dishes. healing sleep! Marian drew her chair That was woman's work. They could near and began to ponder, Rosemary Wait for Lottie Sanders. He ira ed {first and then Ted. Oh, God knew in jo the Soot of the stairs again, fu how grateful she was for them. And ° "Moll Phe a Ted, « y," he called, "I for a good doctor and for everything gum again on an errand. 'Within reach; and for a home, even if before milking time." it was a dusty one, and that Ted had, He did not wait to hear what Molly work. Suppose with all the bills there answered, but went back through the was no work. And she was grateful house, stopping only to look in the I'too for Rosemary's splendid fighting pantry to see if there might be a few | its and-- shi dozen eggs he could take in town as spirit; and--she spied a blue mist in . he went. But there was only a scant |a garden; the larkspur was in bloom! dozen, and he frowned and let them Oh, for beauty everywhere and the alone. Molly wasn't gathering the dearness of people; strangers even had eggs carefully, that was plain. To- been so kind! And little things that n ght he'd gather them himself. It she loved about the house, the light in irked him to get into his light motor | the west windows afternoons-- [ truck empty-handed. He had taken in i It was like opening a door and let-'8 calf to the butcher on his morning's ting the morning in. Her depression wip AeRhough He owned a San Jo {iNgd like a fog." She had tired SCP ISIOP Oy drove 1: on tandsys and holidays--the motor truck was his muscles, yet, but not a tired heart; weekly vehicle, even when, as now, he instead "consciousness of light, of life had no load for it. ? ? and of peace. She spoke in wonder: Parson Wayne was at home, and "Why, I never realized before; it's let- he was soon admitted into the high- ting in God--that's why Paul tells us ceiled, shaded study, book-lined and to do it!" prim, where the old man wrote his | sermons at a desk which had been his | father's and was far too large for him. Joseph Bishop looked about him curi- ously. It beat him how any one man should want so many books around. And that vase of honeysuckle on the desk--what foolishness! It made him feel superior and solid just to look at it. No rubbish like that ever littered up his house, inside or out. | In a very few minutes the old min- ister came in, wiping his forehead, his fine old face white from the exhaus- tion 'of the heat, his eyes deep and dark under shaggy brows, the one really living thing about him. Now, these eyes were filled with compassion, sympathy. | "I suppose," he began gently, in his soft, clear voice that carried with it still the faintest thrill of its old-time clarion fire, "I suppose--Brother Bish- op--that your son--that Robert--" his voice trembled and his lips worked like : a woman about to-ery. He held out! sympathetic hands. : Joseph Bishop looked ®t him in sur-) prise. The old parson must be getting | childish to carry on this way. | "Why no, Parson, Bobby's not dead," | he said in his big rumbling voice, "but; Doc Pruitt says he's bound to go in two-three days, and I thought I'd best come in and see you, and ask you to hold off making arrangements for any other funeral till I knew just when I was going to need you." > It was a perfectly simple explana- tion to Joseph, and he made it as simply as he felt it. He could not understand the piercing and incredu- t to drive in I'll be back A PRETTY FROCK FOR THE GROWING GIRL. 4383. Embroidered" voile and or- gandy are here combined. One could use silk, gingham, or any of the new lous glance that the other man bent down on his stout thigh. By cripes, for doom time to time, you gave him sickly ies I w eral sermon. And i funer, a8 nev al preached in this town--perha world. I will tell you about gin with his babyhood, when se you insisted. that his mother should 'cook a big dinner and supper! our barn-raising when he was! ten days old, and when she should sti have been in bed. 1h 'tha ered vitality that comes from such an outrage on nature. That will be the begining of my funeral sermon, Jo-| "And the next thing I shall tell in that sermon is how, at five years old, sesatdoson he was taught to weed the garden an to do chores far beyond his infant strength about the: and barn, at your bidding. His mother tried to prevent it, and to shield him, and you threatened and taunted her. Not until she in turn threatened you and told you she would go back to her people did you desist, and then only par- tially." "But, look here, Parson--I did all those things at that age. A little roughing's good for a boy. Boys otightn't to be coddled and petted." 'Be silent, Joseph Bishop, until I give you leave to speak. Into this uneral sermon for your son I shall ut the story of how he grew up a ovely, promising boy, with a min keen to learn that not even all the ob- oY Hopes tha : 11 His heart 1s resting now which burned t/ With such consuming fire. | 80 down the ringing road we pass, And leave him where he fell, . 'The guardian trees, the waving grass, The birds will love him well. earned, that had mocked desire TH He FLAVOR LASTS § [hour | sembled. | dinner the S: TI and, since it dent, every detall had managed. = 3. ye : SLE SS Habits are the only grow into cables, ~----Frederick George Scott. cobwebs that stacles you poe in the way of his schooling could prevent him. I shall tell how he was always taken from school early in the spring to help with the farm work, and how he was never permitted to enter school in the autumn until the last of the husking was done. Even 80, he led his'classes. I shall tell how you denied the request |" of your wife and son that th& school- teacher should board with you, and in consideration of the sum of one pal-| try-dollar a week taken from his board should give Robert the extra learning he 80 craved and thirsted for, I shall tell how you gave him no chance to #04 to high school, but kept him on the farm, like as a slave. How his gallant and questing spirit, still longing for education, borrowed books from whom- soever had them, and read them in secret, drinking up the beauty and the wisdom of the world--yes, in secret, knowing well that if you found it out you would beat him. Do you r how he planted flowers brought from, the woods about your.bare and rigid home? And how you dug them up and threw them among: the swine? How, oung animals that needed special. care and urged him to nurse them, they should be his own. Once; a lamb--wasn't it?--and once a calf, and once a half-dead colt. When he had faithfully fulfilled his part of the' contract, you sold those animals and kept the money for yourself." (To be continued.) --e Tho Jew Scored. Said a Greek to a Jew: "Have you seen that excavations on the Acropolis bave revealed wires? That proves positively that my people knew the mysteries of tglegraphy." Replied the Jew to the Greek: "Have sayin pe FLIES in the Kitchen? FLIES in the Dining Room? FLIES In the Barn or Dairy? FLIES or Insects on Cattle? LICE or Mites on Poultry? GRUBS on Plants? 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Ovens had to be opened, and saucepans uncovered and spoons in- troduced into them, and the contents exhibited; the tce machine had to ba- thoroughly explained and a thousand and one questions had to be answered. "Then the pantry occupied His Ma- Jesty's attention for some time. Nor was he less interested in the floral de- corations and the distribution of the plate. While I dressed for dinner he sat and talked to my native servants; the sultan never lost his dignity nor - my men their respect, and all concern- ed were completely at their ease. "At eight o'clock the guests*arrived. Punctually at a quarter past eight the sultan descended the stalrs and e tered the drawingaoom." He gf dresgled in his fine long white flow garments and all my guests expressed to me afterwards their appreciation of his dignity and fine carriage as he ' made his formal entry and also during the presentations. He sat at the head of -the table -and-ate very little; ~he-- was then not at ease with. knives and forks." = : The manner of the imperial guest's . departure was almost as unexpected as that of his coming. He called his host aside and explained that he had a kitchen range in his palace but had never used it. "He was pleased to say," records Mr. Harris dryly, "that the excellence of my dinner had con- vinced him that his own range must be set to work at once; and had I a sack of coal, as he had nome, for in his kitchen only wood and charcoal were burned, . a "In a few minutes my servants in SAPHO POWDER IN TINS, 25¢, 50c, $1.25, SAPHO PUFFERS, 15c. If your dealer doesn't stock Sapho Bulb Sprayers, order from us, sending his name. KENNEDY MFG. CO, MONTREAL their smartest liveries were filling a sack with coal in the back premises. When it was ready the sultan took his leave. 'The guests rose to their feet: 'he shook hands with them all, and I you seen that in excavating in Jerusa- | lem no wires have béen found? That i proves that my people knew the mys- teries of wireless telegraphy!" f thebig, creamy printed cottons. The model is also on him. The old minister walked round attractive for taffeta, and charmeuse.' to his desk, and sat down, leaned his The Pattern is cut in 4 Sizes: 8, 10, White head on. his' whiter hand and 12 and 14 years. A 12-year size re. still kept that deep, inquisitorial gaze quires 8% yards of 40-inch material. | "ihe Janes, correctly, Joseph?" | Rinse off the soil with a dash of o trim with contrasting material as pe asked at last. "You are telling me illustrated requires % yard 82 inches that Robert is not dead, but that you wide. | expect: him 'to die shortly, and that Pattern mailed to any address on you wish me to see to it that no other receipt of 15c¢ in silver or stamps, by, funeral, supposing a death occurs in the Wilson Publishing Co., 78 West the neighborhood, shall take preced- Adelaide St., . Toronto, Allow two "Yes," said Bishop. "You see, I weeks for receipt of pattern, heard that Mardy Graham's wise was pretty bad." The olC minister stil] stared at him. TO CLEAN ROOT VEGETABLES. "You want me, 1 gather, to preach Robert's funeral sermon--when the Freshly gathered root vegetables 2 : Ha guch as new potatoes, young beets and time arrives for Join a way Zitgble | ur place in the community, as carrots, turnips and radishes, are al-) wali ag to give him that tribute which ways rather disagreeable to clean and hig character deserves?" prepare for use. I find a small burlap] "Well, of course, he's my only boy." 'bag a great convenience in doing the| "Who is with him now? His mo- work. The coarser and rougher the|ther?" 7 'material the better it works. wi Molly's there." [water and wet the sack; then place FW To mow; but Tm aiming to i Taruples In It Bnd shake. igor. cook and keep house till its. over," 'come out clean and practically fre ors absence, alone there with 'his n their skine. Rinse in cold water mother, Do you A cr that iy. are ready for use. After, there is no other human | within turn thé bag inside out and call to be vear her i thus cleaned it is ready for that? again next day.--A. M. A. . * IDEAL COOKIES FOR THE PICNIC BASKET. 'home, to 4 "But suppose Robert should die Jn Tr { room, while the ne Salton od held ------ 'The Obedient Boy. 3 Write for circular to vei, Ontario Agent: Continental Sales Co,, 24 Adelaide St, E.. Toronto A lady in a trolley car displayed the! wrong spirit recently. She stared at a: = ragged urchin across" the afsle with! unspeakable disgust. Then she said: | "Have you a pocket handkerchief, boy?" > The ragged urchin snuffed. Then he answered with a grin: ! "Yes'm, but I ain't:allowed to lend iT." ; : : Won Minard's Linimeny for Coughs & Golds ----p "The most importan thing in life is for a man to unite with man; and the worst thing in life is to'go apart from one another."-- Tolstoi. pe TE LILY aT {food than th er, though admittedly his diet sh i Ro conducted him to the door. A magnifi- cently caparisoned riding mule await- ed him, and mounted slaves were at the gate. On a second mule was officer of his household, beautifully dressed in white elothes, struggling to balance dcross the front of his crim. son saddle the almost bursting sack of a ed Germs Are Fastidious. You may think that one germ is very like another. You are wrong.. There @re germs and germs just as there are people and people, and while some, germs will devour anything (more or less), others are as parti as. the moet fastidious men picure: te NO germ is more pi cular in its eo whooping tear In i He is described as a most dainty f "nat-soun . The human beng or a rabbit tracts him, but his is this dis place de resistance