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THE COLBORNE EXPRESS, COLBORNE, ONT., THURSDAY, APRIL 28, 1927. AsR Your Grocer For It "SALADA" GREEK TEA . THE RABBIT BY DOUGLAS NEWTON. You Can. PART I. There * Superior to any other green tea sold. Wilson Publishing Company Readable English. --when you look „• ni t take the conditio tethmg m Helen Len- u nane's tone, a coolness behind the . you _really formal language of rejection, that seemed to tell Val Grimmond that she felt his proposal had been unwarrantable, an impertinence. "What have you against me, Helen?" "Does it matter?" she said in her soft, fine voice. "I'm sorry, Val-" "It matters a lot to me. I thought you liked me, Helen." Concerning the making of books, "Yes," she said, "I like you." we moderns know how to label them "And isn't that enough? I've got a The back-slips of new books show pretty good position, and, well, I've plainly what titles those books bear, got a reputation for being a good Old books, bound in vellum or sheep, sort." often lack such ready sign of recog- "I'm sorry, Val. nition. When bound in calf, they "But if I waited ^ show it so faded by mellow age that out here so very 1< gilt lettering, once bright and brave, me better-" takes a protective tint from its stout "It's because I ki veteran binding; becoming a neutral she said quietly. study In old jjold and mature brown;j "You have got something against a charm, a delight, a restful joy; but me then," he cried. "Do be honest something of a trial, even if a loving and tell me straight, one, when you want to find a book( "it's just that I can't marry you, in a hurry. | Val, not ever," she answered, stiff* Then the moderns are preferable,1 ;ng under his curtness. but not always. At rare and irregu-j "And that's not the whole story," lar intervals, a book is published he sajd angrily. "Can't women ever d for people ^ candid?" "Very well, have it straight," she said slowly. "I couldn't possibly bring myself to marry your type of You haven't been >ng. If you knew i too well," it. You've got to into consideration you know, to be Being in the tropics, and lonely, cut off from home and all that, and living a hard life. And it being the usual thing, why, hang it all, Helen, I don't pretend to be a paragon. Ir only a man, and I've only behaved other men do." "I don't believe that," she sa sharply. "Not all men." "All real men," he said angrily. "There may be some exceptions, near-men like the Rabbit, but all real men fall into it as a matter of course, and think no harm of it." "I won't believe you," she said. ■■• "In that case," he said bitterly, "there's nothing more to do . said, though I wish you success in the long and difficult search for your para- "There e ; such men, and I'll find he," she said coldly. "You'll find--rabbits," he sneered. I suggest that you take the speci at hand. proach." Behold the perfect type of id beyond which seems who walk upside down. Such, I pained to observe, is the inverted posterior of a book I like. Is It Good English runs from bottom to top of the back of this volume. Here is the full title and author, as revealed when you walk round to the front cover-- Is It Good English and Like Matters. By John o' London. The book is a worthy one, we ntust bottle some of it. . . . What is good English? That, truth to tell, is a question I have been asking myself ever since I began my first chapter. I am concerned to know that my bottles are as flawless as I can make them; that the English in which I bottle my books will stand the test of time. Here, apart from the conceit of it, I am baulked by this --"This history of dictionaries is the tremely flattering style. The front j most mutable of all histories; it is of each shoulder is softly shirred j a -picture of the inconstancy of the while the lower edge is plaited and a j knowledge of man; the learning of bow or buckle adorns the front where one generation passes away with the long collar ends. View A has j other." This does not refer altogeth-the vestee and graceful sleeve cuffs j er to words, but it warns me that the effectively trimmed' with a design \ language in which I write is not a suitable for braiding or beading, j permanent medium. Time may shat-while View B. is untrimmed and has, ter it so badly that my bottles will long dart-fitted sleeves. 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Write your name and address plainly, giving number and size of such patterns as you want Enclose 20c in stamps or coin (coin preferred; wrap it carefully) for eacA number and address your order to Pattern Dept, Wilson Publishing Co., 73 West Adelaide St, Tororto. Patterns sent by return mail Large Oystei On the weet coast of India are found oyster shells six Inches diameter and so transparent that they can be used as window glass. Traffic problems are no new things. So long ago as 1601, more than three centuries ago, coaches so congested Lon don's narrow streets that the Government had to take control. I8SUH No. 17--'27. the offing. Should this peril escaped, Waller is dismaying on yet another:-- Poets that lasting marble seek, Must carve in Latin or in Greek: We write in sand; our language And like the tide our work o'erflows. So far as I know, I am not writing poetry; nor do I crave for "lasting marble." The ordinary bottle-gl: of commerce will do for me; that English we speak with ease and know at a glance. Of this, I say as Car-lyle did of the memory of Cromwell-it " has a good many centuries in it." From old Geffrey Whitney's Choice of Emblemes, and Other Devises, Leyden, 1586, we gather this not unworthy paraphrase of Epbes. iv., 26: Cast swordes away, take laurell in your handes, Let not the Sonne go donwe uppon Let hartes relente, and breake oulde rancors bandes, And friendshippes force subdue your rashe desipe. . . . This, letter for letter as written nearly three hundred and fifty years ago, is as readable as John o' London Rimself, and I know no more readable writer of to-day.--W. G. Clifford, ir ~ ":s in Bottles." On a Spring Day. Oh, who on a day like this Could harbor a thought of ill, With the crocus revealing its gold And the violets strewn on the hill; When the east is a fountain of dawn, And the sky is an ocean of blue? Oh, who on a day like this Could be to his vision untrue? .God, save me from every thought That shuts me from Thy pure light, And keep me in spirit and deed Still worthy to walk in Thy sight. Could it be I would knowingly shame This day Thou hast given to me, With beauty In every flower And mercy in every tree? --Thomas "Curtis Clark. "My type of man!" He was really staggered. If there was anything , Val Grimmond prided himself on it g*l°i was that he was a very fine example of what a real man should looked along the verandah of the barracao to where the man they called the Rabbit playing cards with the others, and she shuddered a little. Was that the of man her passion for fineness demned her to? They were playing some sort of round game at a big table and by the ;olitary candle. The Rabbit rose to deal and against idlelight his skimpy figu: Grimmond was really aghast. That showed cruelly. He was a short ht frame. He tried to dress ttily, but he never appeared anything but insignificant. He didn't count as a man. He was joke, the butt of his more robust companions, a foolish, ladylike figure ily fit for handling teacups, is, in fact, the Rabbit. Helen Lennane, an out-of-door girl herself, a sportswoman who could hold her own in any game, who could do her tramp with a shotgun through the heat-sticky hunter trails of the jungle with most men, who valued nanhood, strength, grit and courage n a man, looked at the Rabbit and huddered again. ' Was that what she was doomed f she clung to her ideals? Val Gri nond, reading her thoughts, looked from her to the Rabbit's meager fig-■e and back, grinning maliciously. But Helen was leaning forward, looking hard. The Rabbit was dealing now and s face was concentrated and was generally smiling, a diffident, rvous smile, that seemed to be per-itually apologizing for his presence. A smile that made one think him weak and foolish. But he wasn't smiling now, and he was quite different. A good profile against the candlelight. A good nose, a firm chin, the mouth clean and resolute, and the head. Yes, he had a really fine head --strong, clever, thoughtful. She began to feel that, after all, he asn't responsible for his physical frame, that he could'be a man despite the weakness of his build. And Val 'Oh, the Rabbit," he cried, almost Grimmond saw what she was think-laughlng out loud. To compare him, Val Grimmond, with that little worm she should find something to condemn in that genial, jolly, good-fellow meeting between the head office staff and j1 those chaps hungry for a little gayety j after the loneliness of their distant: f stations almost shocked him. Cer- ( tainly most of them had been a little ' lit up, but surely among men, real "You--you take exception to that J mild fling"" he "rasped. "Your m:!d flings happen every two ' or three wre'-s Val. And I don't 1 think them mild." "But, my dear girl, that among men, real "That is what I ai said. "If that is whi real man is, then I'n marry that real-mar don't agree that it i type." "You're wrong, Helen," he s though instructing a child. "Won't you give me my chance to reform into a real man?" he said, so savagely that she stiffened and said: "I don't think you can, but--well, 1 there's your treatment of the Indians 1 and Negroes." "But:--I say you've got to treat " these lazy beggars rough o get work out of them." "That won't do," she said. "My 1 brother doesn't treat them rough." "Oh, your brother," he had only ' just time to bite back his opinion of ' Maurice Lennane, manager at Chir ipa. He and his type thought that Maurice Lennane coddled the hands.; ] Helen went on. "Nor does Calvin Boldre." don't you see ' i saying," she s t you think a . not going to 1 type. But I ' 3 the real-n aid as.', a don't ' There is only one legitimate use of the word "can't." That is when one refuses to descend from a high standard of living. Let temptation knock at the door as loudly as it may, the tenant should reply as old Nehemiah did, "I am doing a great work and I cannot come down. Why should the work cease whilst I leave it and come down to you?" We ordinary people use the word can't frequently in another sense. We place it as a limit to our endurance and aspiration and accomplishment. We cultivate too much the habit of limiting our powers, and so we never j get far. There is nothing in the world fails more than "can't." It stultifies and defrauds us, in that it brings us to think there are certain legitimate duties we are unable to fulfil. The world has possessed people who simply would not use the word. For instance, it is difficult to associate it with Christopher Columbus. It doesn't fit in at. all with Nelson's record. It has no place with Lister, or Sir Oliver Lodge. In realms of literature and humanity the men who have bee,, successful have refused to be discouraged. They have found that troubles square-ly faced have the habit of running away; that discouragement leads to misfortune, and that life is too great a matter for that As a rule we use "can't" most when we are dealing with attainments. In business, service, sympathy, we seem willing to detail our many duties and our Impossibility to do anything else, and it becomes quite a habit for us to make "can't" synonymous with "don't want." And there's the rub. It defeats itself and everything else. There is a little parable told of a railway train in trouble. The load was too heavy for the locomotive to draw up the gradient.. As it tried, the engine seemed to say, "I can't; I can't.". A light engine was called upon to assist, and as it hurried along its puffing seemed to say, "I'll have a try; I'll have a try." "When coupled together the engines seemed to say, as they slowly drew the load of wagons, "We think we can; we think we can," until, when the train was over the gradient and hurrying down the other side, the engines puffed out, "We knew we could; we knew we could!" The world is overdue in matters of kindness and goodwill because so many have refused to rouse themselves. "Can't" is a narcotic and lulls us to sleep, ft robs us of energy and Alter your "can't" into "try," and keep on trying. You will succeed ultimately If you keep on keeping on. Do not let us humiliate ourselves by believing we are held back. No difficulty ever comes to us but in the form of a compliment to our ability. The sad story of any man begins when he bedievea in "can't." His own face became ugly, sneered. And then he hissed. (To be continued.) rather thick. "Oh, the Rabbit daren't be rough. He's scared." "Mabe, but I suppose you've noticed that he gets results." ONLY GOOD TEA GOOD VALUE. Val had. So had all the other real [ in tea, as in everything else, you get men on the Concession. That was one only what you pay for. Tea of good reason for the Rabbit's lack of popu-: quality is satisfying and economical-- larity. One glance at his insignificant poor tea is a costly disappointment. A figure was enough to prove that his lot of poor quality, cheap tea is being rather brilliant results must be obtained by some low form of trickery unknown and probably beneath the contempt of fine, upstanding, muscu-ar males. "Sorry I don't come up to the stan-lard of the Rabbit," Val said with savage irony. "Is that all you h against me? I gamble a bit, don't "Yes," she said quietly. "You see don't like that. I suppose. And--7 nd that isn't all. Perhaps you can guess the other, worst thing, too." Well, what is it?" he said harshly nd as she paused he said deliberately. "Am I too much of a lady's the public to-day. Last Horse Disappears from Elysee Stables. Gas cars have crowded out the last horses from the French Presidential j stables at the Elysee Palace. The Master of the Horse, Andre Decaux, who has served eight Presidents during his thirty-three years there, has been pensioned and is work-g in a bank. If the st; horses. " ALL CLEANING SOFTENS Everywornarfs Jfcid of «ll-work M5 ifc:::: The Hourglass. What the sundial was to the garden, the hourglass was to the parlor of the home of long ago. Even after clocks were in general use, the glass with its shining sand continued in favor. Sometimes the frame was of metal, but more often it was of wood, and devoid of ornament. Accord'n? to one old writer, "The sand-glass should consist of an upper and lower bulb, united at the neck by a collar, and held in by a mount or frame formed by two disks. The sand should be of a reddish variety. The origin of the hourglass is obscure. It is genera.ly believed to antedate the time of S*:. Jerome, who lived in the fourth century. Most of the old prints and paintings of him show the hourglass. Old English church records make frequent mention of the hourglass. In Christ Church, Aldgate, is an account book with this entry, over the date of 1564: "Paid for an hour-glass that hangeth by the pulpit, when the preacher maketh a sermon, that he may know how the hour passeth away, eight shillings." In a few New England churches the "meeting-house hourglass" is still preserved. Eager eyes must have followed the shifting sand in the old days of the Puritan sabbaths, for tradition has it that the ' glass was turned three times before the sermon was completed. The hourglass survived until the nineteenth century was well under way. Few of these old timekeepers are to be found, and one must search long and far for even a fragment. Fashion has decreed the revival of the sundial, but there is little prospect of a renaissance of the hourglass. In the complex life of the twentieth century, the sand-g Farm Machinery Repairs Are Costly. According to an investigation by the Department of Agriculture, the greatest single item in the cost of farm machinery is repairs. It is obvious, therefore, that care in handling, oiling, tightening bolts, painting, etc., presents the greatest opportunity for Baving. Careful housing of the machinery is important in Eastern Canada, but not so important on the prairie. On small farm3, considerable saving may be effected! by using expensive machinery in co-1 operation with neighbors. On large farms, the efficiency in saving manual labor may justify the purchase of expensive machinery. A Hard Task. Mary was taken to a meeting by her grown-up sister, but she was too young to understand what the speakers were Iking about, and became very bored, t last she stretched out her legs, made herself comfortable, and popped ■eet in her mouth, ar sister was very shocked. 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Geese, my son--merely geese," calmly replied the parent-bird, bending over the common, "Through life, child, observe that when you meet any who makes a great fuss about himself, and tries to lift his head higher than the rest of the world, you may set him down at once as a goose," Going Ashing--take Mlnard's Liniment. ; thov gh forcing herself to speak. "Particularly too much the man of one lady named Tula." Who blabbed?" he said or snarl. Maurice, he supposed, priggish brother warning his sister. "Not Maurice," she s-iid reading his thoughts. "There was no need, the Tb native women, my servants, talked of laSe> it as a commonplace. I suppose that wlfe' sort of thing is, out here." sanu "In a way you're right," he began, then choked. "But--but I've given up Tula, Helen." riage, drawn by used again, the President will have to borrow some horses for the occasion. This happened when Queen Marie of Rumania visited Paris. She didn't know it, but the four good-looking nags she used were rented from the funeral monopoly of Paris. Not Up to Much, were two Browns in th< oth fishermen. One loat his id the ether his boat at the ne time. The vicar's wife called, as ! supposed, on the widower, but Ily upon the Brown whose boat had I can't get past j ..oh> it am-t mucn philosophical reply, ' she and the others, that, Val.' "Im sorry about Tula," he said, but j much." angrily, he was only really sorry he'd j "Indeed been found out. "But she doesn't, she never really did mean anything, Helen. She was just--just a sort of custom of the country. It's not a think I like to talk about to you, but, well, you can't get over the fact that it's the usual thing here. And not unnatural 'asn't up t said the surprised lady. "Yes," continued Brown, "she was a ickety old thing. I offered her to my aate. but he wouldn't have her. I've ad my eye on another for some time." And then the outraged lady fled. t soothes t ed feet. 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