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Durham Chronicle (1867), 15 Oct 1903, p. 7

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N091; er. Conveyanver, etc. Private money' to loan. Old accounts and debts of all kinds collected on commission. Farms bought and sold. Insurance Agent, etc. Oflice-MacKenzie’s Old Stand. Lower Town, Durham, Ont. UGH MACKAY. DURHA M , Land Valuator and Licensed Auction- eer for the Countv 0: Grey. Sales promptly attended tor nd notes cashed. IL Auctinneer for the County" of Grey Sales promptly attended to. Call at, my residence or write to Allan Park P. U. Orders may be left at the Chronicle office. d eased Auctioneer for the Count} 0* G10)“ Land'Valuator, Bailifi‘ of the 2nd Dimion. Court Sales and all other matters Fromptlv attended to. Highest refereencs rnished if required. 3. G. Hutton, Pie. 9., C. 5’33. fording facilities wozk. . . E“ ,‘I: {"9 ARRISTER, SOL ARRISTER. SOL ICII‘OR ETC. APRI ISTEA, .\OT.~\ RY CO\'\ r. Y- ONO}: GRADUATE OF TORON- .ZOQ .mmorgoH‘HOm .mmmrrmwxmd. n AMES CARSON, DURHAgx. LIC~ OBERT BRIGHA M . LICENSE I) L Schools in Toronto. This deservedly :pnlar system by means of chart. drills. ackboard diagrams and other interesting wices brings the following topics within .0 child’s immediate comprehension: Musical Notation, Rhythmical Motion. yehniqne Key-board' Location, Musical nary, Piano Work. . the bar: distance east of Knapp's‘ Hutu}, r-m “kw-er, Lower Tuwn. Durham. hum-s from 12 to 2 o’clock. DOPTED BY ALL LEADING :\\ D RF SI‘WENCE Jameson Macdonaid. '9 ”war " $6) :0 Sperm! M351 I'm! Di/‘erfon'. G. iefmy McCaui. A. H. Jackson. 'ARY PUBLIC, COMMISSION- terms apply t9 Myer’s Music Method. "'V I Um? MacKay 6; Dunn. {Sm-I {RST DOOR. E \‘7 HF Durham I izarmacy. ( =1};_mv’.~ {endsnceâ€"Lambtunb treet. near W. 8. Ba» idscn. and Surgennm (Jan-win. 2:1. m.. :3 to 4 p. m. Re “Id Hank building's. ham. Temmmne N0. 10. uiverfity; Graduate of L‘nv” Dental Surgeons 0: 0n :ni>. Her Bluck uver I’Mt Office Lem! Dire-rial? Miscellaneous. 4"! . in“??? .. P. T6” :iCfiz. THURSDAY momma Mchzlchlan" s '1. 131....tu 4 p." .. nth-n? inn giu-u chiio 3 13:2. He.- Go §i3Â¥i9 xs PUBLISHED COLL {CG E P HYSIC- Is completely stocked with all Ni“! TYPE, thus ..: for turning out First-class icnt adv -v '- t in no: later than 12:35 E‘fié Dz'remu'r . MISS MARGARET GUN. Teacher M. M. M. m u ”56.55" m ‘ fl 3553?? Residem ’11: n, 25 CC". ‘ W, F. DUNN. '10. 015ch 3 ’ _ Ixeszdemn '3' L pp? V I >9. u. ‘t‘5 ruin In"? 0‘. no color. It is all colors. It is a brindle â€"a veritable, undeniable brindle. There must have been a fabulous amount of brindle cloth made up into boy’s firs: coats, a few years ago; because out of 894â€"1 like to be exact in the use of figures, because nothing else in the world lends such ‘an air of profound truthful- ness to a discourseâ€"out of 894 boys I knew in their first tail coat period, 893 came to school in brindle coats. The other one-â€"-the 394m boyâ€"made his wretched debut in a bottle-green toga with dreadful glaring brass buttons. He left school very suddenly, and we always believed that the angels saw him in that coat. and ran away with him. But: Tom, shivering with apprehension, and faint with mortification over the discovery of this new horror, ._,iv es one last: despair- ing scroch of his shoulders. to make the coat look shorter. and, with a. final frantic tug: an the tails, to make is ap- pear longer. steps out from the protect- ing aegis of the corner, iss tunned with a vocal hurricane of “Oh, what: a. ceat,’ and his cup of misery is as full as a rag- lmg in t1 ree minutes. Passing: into the tail-coat period, Tom awakens to a knowledge of the broad physical truth that he has hands. He is not very positive in his own mind how many. At times he is ready to swear to an even two; one pair; good. hands. gain. when cruel fate and the non-ap- pearance of some one else’s brother has compelled him to accompany his sister to a church sociable. he can see eleven: and as he sits bolt upright up against the wall, as the “sociable” custom is. or used to ize, trying to find enough unoccu- pied' pockets in which to sequester all his hands. he is dimly conscious that hands should come in pairs, and vague- ly wonders if he has only five pair of regularly ordained hands, where this odd hand came from. Hitherto rl‘om has been content to encuse his feet in anything that; would stay on them. N: w, however, he has an eye for a glove-fitting boot, and learns to wreath his face in smiles, hollow, heart- less, deceitful smiles, while his boots are as full of agony as a broken heart, and his tortured feet cry out, for vengeance upon the shoemaker, and Tom feels that: life is a. hollow mmskery and there is nothing real but soft: corns and bunions. And; His mother never cuts his hair again. Never. When Tom assumes the manly gown she has looked her last upon his head with trimming ideas. His hair will be trimmed and clipped, bar- herously it may be, but she will not be ac-cissory before the fact. She may sometimes long to have her boy kneel down before her. while she gnaws around his terrified looks with a pair of scissors that were sharpened when they were nade; and have since then cut acres. of calico o. and miles and miles of paper, and great stretches of cloth, and snarls and coils of string; and furlongs of lawn wick; and have snuffed andles; and do w refractory corks out of the {-1111- ily ink bottle; and punched holes in skate straps; and trimmed the family nails; and have even done their level best, at the annual struggle, to cut stove pipe lengths in two; and have success- fully opened oyster and fruit cans; and pried up carpet tacks; and have many a time and oft gone snarlingly and toil- somely around Tom’s head. and made him an object of terror to the children in the street. and made him look so much like a yearling colt with the run of a burr 1-1: stare. that people awe been afraid to approach him too sudden- ly. lest he should jump through his collar and run away. H11 11 e s toe, the d: 1wning conscious-2 ness cl :1: 1othe1 grand truth in the hu- 1 man «(enemy It (.1111 11s upon his deep- ening intelligence with the inherent ‘ strength and the uncutstioned truth 01' 1 a new revelation, that man’. upper lip was designed by nature for a mustache . pasture. How tenderly reserved he isj when he is brooding over the moment-; ous dim every. With what exquisite cau- 1 tion and delicacy are his primal investi- gations conducted. In his microscopical g researches, it appears to him that the' down on his upper lip is certainly more 1 determined down; more positive. more : pronounced, more individual fuzz than 1 that which vegetates in neglected tender- ness upon his check. He makes cautious’ explorations along the land of promise; with the tip of his tender-est finger, deli- ' catcly backing up the grade the wrong way, going against the grain, that he may the more readily detect the slight- est symptoms of an uprising by the first feeling of velvety resistance. Day by day he is more firmly convinced that there is on his lip the primordial germs, the i protoplasm of a glory that will, in itsI full development, eclipse even the maj- esty and grandeur ,of his first tail-coat. 1 In the first dawning consciousness that1 the mustache is there, like the vote, and i only needs to be brought out, how often Tom walks down to the barber shop, gazes longingly in at the window, and walks past. How often, when he musters 11p suficient courage to go in, and climbs into the chair, and is just on the point of huskily whispering to the bar- ber that he would like a shave, the entrance of a man with a beard like Frederick Barbarossa, frightens away the resolution, and he has his hair out again. 1 The third time that week, and it is so short that the barber has to hold it with his teeth while he files it ofi,and parts it with a straight edge and a scratch aw]. Naturally, driven from the barber chair, Tom casts longing eyes upon the ances- tral shaving machinery at home. Who shall say by what means he at length obtains possession of the parental razor? None. Nobody knows. Nobody ever did know. Even the searching investigation that always follows the paternal demand for the immediate extradition of whoever opened a fruit can with that razor, which } always follows Tom’s first shave, is al- E ways, and ever will be barren of results. 1 All that we know about it is, that Tom 1 holds the razor in his hand about a min- ! ute, wondering what to do with it. be- i fore the blade falls across his fingers and ‘ outs every one of. them. First blood claimed and allowed for the razor. Then he straps the razor furiously, or rather "he razors the strap. He slashes and cuts that passive implement in as many direc- tions as he can make motions with the razor. He would cut it oftener if the stmp lasted longer. Then he nicks the razor against the side of the mug. Then he‘drops it on the floor and steps on it and nicks it again. They are small nicks, not so large by half as a saw tooth, and he flatters himself his father will never see them. Then he soaks the razor in hot water, as he has seen his father do. Then he takes it out, at a temperature anywhere under 980 degrees Fahrenheit. and lays it against his cheek and raises a blister there the size of the razor, as he never saw his father do, but as his father most assuredly did, many, many years before Tom met him. Then he makes a get his upper lip mto approachable shape, and at last, the first ofler he makes at his embryo mustache, he slashes his nose with a vicious upper out. He gushes the corners of his mouth; wherever those nicks touch his cheek they leave a scratch apiece, and he learns what a good nick in a razor is for, and at last when he lays the blood stained weapon down, his gory lip looks as though it had just come out of a long stubborn. exciting contest with a straw cutter. But he learns to shave, after awhileâ€" l just before he cut his lip clear off. He has to take quite a course of instruction, however, in that great school of experi- 3 ence about which the old philosopher ‘ had' a remark to make. It is a grand old school; the only school at which men will study and learn, each for him- self. One man’s experience never does another man any good; never did and never will teach another man anything. If the philosopher had said that it was z hard school, but hat some men would learn at no other than this grand old school of experience, we might have in- ferred that all women, and most boys. and a few men were ,exempt from its hard teaching. But he uses the nest comprehensive term, if you remember what that is, and tool: us all in. We have all been there. There is no other school, in fact. Poor little Cain; dear, lonesome, wicked little Cainâ€"I know it isn’t fashionable to pet him; I know it- is popular to speak harshly and savagely about our oldest brother, when the fact is we resemble him more closely in dis- position than any other member of the familyâ€"poor little Cain never knew the difference bctWeen his father’s sunburned nose and a glowing coal until he had pulled the one and picked up the other. Abel had to find out the difference in the same wa. , although he was told five hundred times, by his brother’s experi- ence, that the coal would burn and the nose wouldn’t. And Cain’s boy wouldn't believe that fire was any hotter than an icicle, until he made a digital experi- ment, and understood why they called it fire. So Enoch and Methusaleh, and Moses and Daniel, and Solomon, and Caesar. and Napoleon, and the Governor, and the Major, and you and I have all of us. one time or another. in one way or another, burned our lingers at the same old fires that have scorched human fingers in the same monotonous old way, at the same reliable old stands, for the past 6,000 years; and all the verbal in- struction between here and the silent grave couldn’t teach us so much, or teach it so thoroughly, as one well directed singe, A milPion years from nowâ€"if this weary old world may endure so longâ€" when human knowledge shall fall a lit- tle short of the infinite, and all the lore and erudition of this wonderful age will be but the primer of. that day of lightâ€" the baby that is born into that world of knowledge and wisdom and progress, rich with all the years of human experi- ence, will cry for the lamp, and the very first time that opportunity favors it, will try to pull the ilame up by the roots. and will know just as much as ignm‘ant, untaught, stupid little Cain know on the satire subject. Year after year. century after unfolding century, how true it is that the lion on the fence is always bigger, fiareer. and more given to majestic attitudes and dramatic situ- ations than the lion in the tent. Yet it costs as, often as the circus comes around, , fifty cents to find that out. But while we have been inoralizing. Tom’s mustache has taken a star". lt- has attained the physical density, though not the color, by any means, of the i‘lgpzyptian darknessâ€"it can he felt; and it is felt; very soft- felt. The world be- ;z‘ins to take notice of the new-vomer; and Tom, as generations of Tom’s hefore him have done, patiently endures dark hints from other members of the family about his face being dirty. He loftily ignores his experienced father's sugges- tion that he should perform his tensor- ial toilet with a spoonful of cream and the family cat. When his sisters in meekly dissemhhgd ignorance and inno- cence inquries, “Zion-1, what have you on your lip?” he is austere. as becomes a man annoyed by the frivolous small talk of women. When his younger brother takes mivantage of the presence of a numerous company in the house, to shriek over the baluster upstairs, appar- ently to any boy this side of China. “Tom’s raisin’ mustachers!" Tom smiles, a wan, neglected-orphan smile; a smile that looks as though it had come lip on his face to weep over the barren- ness of the land; a perfect ghost of a smile, as compared with the rugged 7x9 smiles that play like animated erescents over the countenances of the company. But the must-ache grows. Whenever you see such a mustache. do not laugh at it; do not point at it the slow, unmoving finger of scorn. Encourage it; speak kindly of it; affect admiration for it; coax it alongâ€"for it is a first. They al- ways (some that way. When in the iull~ ness 'of time it has developed so far that it can be pulled, there is all the agony of making it take color. It is worse and more obstinate, and more de- liberate than a meerschaum. The sun, that tans Tomfs cheeks and blisters his nose, only bleaches his mustache. Noth- ing ever hastens its color; nothing does it any permanent good; nothing but Datience, and faith, and persistent pull- ing. ° . - .- I I A .1 With all the comedy there is about it, however. this is the grand period of a boy’s life. You look at them, with their careless, easy, natural manners and movements in the street and on the base- ball ground, and their marvelous, syste- matic,indeseribable. inimitable and com- plex awkardness in your parlor, and do you never dream, looking at these young fellows, of the overshadowing destinies awaiting them, the mighty struggles mapped out in the earnest future of their lives, the thrilling conquests in the world of arms, the grander triumphs in the realm of philosophy, the fadeless laurels in the empire of letters, and the imperishable crowns that he who giveth them the victory binds about their brow, that wait for the courage and ambition of these boys? Why, the world is at a boy’s feet; and power, and conquest and leadership slumber in his rugged arms and care-free heart. A. boy sets his am- bition at whatever ma’rk he willâ€"lofty or groveling as he may electâ€"and the boy who resolutely sets his heart on fame, on wealth, on power,- on what he will; who consecrates himself to a life of noble endeavor. and lofty efl'ort; who concentrates every faculty of his mind and body on the attainment of his one darling point; who brings to support , his ambition courage and industry and patience, ‘ can trample on genius; for these are, better and grander than genius; and he will begin to rise above his fel- lows as steadily and as surely as the sun climbs above the mountains. Hannibal, standing before the Panic altar fires and in the lisping accents of childhood swear- ing eternal hatred to Rome, was the ’5. : -“. . _.» 3:51 5:313. Hannibal at twenty-tour years command- ing the army that swept “down upon Italy like a mountain torrent, and shook the power of the mistress of the world, bid her defiance at her own gates, while aflrighted Rome huddled and coweretl under the protecting shadows of her walls. Napoleon. building snow forts at school and planning mimic battles with his playfellows, was the lieutenant of artillery at sixteen years, general of artillery and the victor of Toulon at twenty-four, and at last emperorâ€"not by the paltry accident of birth which might- happen to any man. however unworthy. but by the manhood and grace of his own right arm, and his own brain, and his own courage and dauntless ambition â€"emperor, with his foot on the throat of prostrate Europe. Alexander, during more in his boyhood than his warlike. father could teach him, and entering upon his all conquering career at twenty- four, was the boy whose vaulting ambi- ; t‘ion only paused in its dazzling flight when the world lay at his feet. And the ‘ fair-faced soldiers of the empire. they . who rode down upon the bayonets of the English squares at Waterloo, when the. ; earth rocked beneath their feet and the. ' EECL‘DSB smoke from the altars of the ‘ battle god shut out the sun and sky , above their heads,who, with their young j lives streaming from their gaming 3 wounds, opened their pallid lips to cry 3 “Viye L’Empereurfl.’ as they die for i honor and France were boysâ€"school ; boysâ€"the boy conscripts of France, torn . from their homes and their schools to ‘ stay the falling fortunes of the last grand army and the empire that was tottering 'to its fall. You don’t know how soon 1 these hz-ippy-go-lurl-zy young: fellows. lmaking summer hideous with baseball ‘ slang. or gliding around a skating: rir '2: . on their backs, may hold the state and ‘ its destines in their grasp: you don’t ; know how soon these boys may mak) and 1 write the history of the hour; how soon i they alone may shone events and guide jthe current of pubiir. action; how soon 9one of them may run away with your ; daughter or borrow money of you. ,Certain it is, thy-re is one ‘ things; 'i‘om will do just about this period of his existence. He will fall in love with some- body before his mustache is long enough to wax. Perhaps one of the earliest indications of this event, for it does not. always break out. in the s: 2220 nmnncr, is :L sud- den and alarming incense. in the number and variety of ’lom’s: neck-ties. In his boxes and on his dressing: case his mother is constantly startled by the changing and increasing assortment of the dis- play. Maud 113* he on moles his tender 11mm. with :1 lilac knot. fearfully and wonderfully tied. A. lavendertic succeeds the follmvinp: day. \chn: sday is: graced with115111111111:an 1.11glc of 1x118 pale blue, 1:32.15 fades at :â€"1|11e.:1tl1; 'lhursduy is ushered in with a. scarf of delicate pea. green, or Wonderful c011 ‘nlutions 11nd sulllcicntly expwnz-ilrc. by the :1id of a. (3.0.999 collar, to com 9. :my little irregu- lzu'ity in '10999’4 . \"ué 9 6199*; I riday smiles 019:9:ai10r" 111013 of dark blue with a. tangle (9f (1 Lin tv forget-9899 mom; (9999broid- cred (99.9999 it; 599.919.9199.? tonvs itself down to :9 quiet, unobtr.» ive neutral tint; or shade scarlet or 39931097, and Sunday is (1989 919’. dark" ., piously black. It is diffi- (:9le to tell whether Tom is trying to express the state of his (iiscractcd feel- ings by his 99eukties. or trying to find a color that will l99999999099i20 with his mustache or 999:9L0l9 Laura’s sh ir‘t. Waist. \mi during the variegated necktie period of 1992999’. cxi. L- 99(:(9 how tenderly that. 199ustchh(â€"- is. (..(9..:.(-:i and potted and 9a. (955ml. How it is brushed to I 9:91-16 it lie down and waxed to make in stand out and how. he 9909,9999 ins slow growth, and weeps and mourns and swears over it day after weary day. Now. if ever, and generally now, he buys things to make it take color. But he never repeats this offense against iaturc. Ho buys a wonderful dye. warranted to “produce a beautiful black or brown at one appli- cation without stain or injury to the skin.” Buys it at a. shabby. round the corner, obszure little drug store, because he is not known there. He tells the assassin who sells it. to him, that he is buying it for a sick sister. The assassin knows that he lies. And in the guilty silence and solitude of his own room, with the curtains down and the door locked, Tom tries the virtue of that magic dye. It gets on his fingers and turns them black to the elbow. It burns holes in his handkerchief when he tries to rub the malignant poison off his ebony fingers. He applies it to his silky mus- tache, real camel’s hair, very cautiously and very tenderly, and with some mis- givings. It turns his lip so black it makes the room dark. And out of all the clouds and the darkness and the sable spoltches that pale everything else in Plutonian gloom, that mustache smiles out, grinning like some ghastly hirsute specter, gleamng like the moon through a rifted storm cloud, unstained, untaint- ed, unshaded; a natural incorruptible blonde. That is the last time anybody f'ools Tom on hair dye. [TO BE cosrrmpJ Ixii’itdfion ' ”Sew Potatoes. Here is :1 way in which in“ itation new potatoes are made: Late in the season. after the other crops are out of the way, the gardener plants a crop of late and good keeping petatoes. These potatoes 11111 (111:; :iildi 1111'ied in heaps in the open iield and left until spring opens: 1111] the ne“ po :1to sea- son arrives. At the propm time the heaps are opened and the potatoes (lip- ped into a boiling solution to curl the skin. The effect of dipping anv potato. no atter 1101' old. into this hoiiing lye solution is to (1:11-11 :1111l‘c-111'l the skin, and at the same time it harde: .s or makes the potato 11.111011 more firm, so that its resemblance to :1 new po- tato is so near that it would be hard‘ to pick out the impostor. from appear- ance alone, from :1 basket of the gen- uine articleâ€"London Globe. Dizzy? Headache? Pain back of your eyes? It’s your liver! Use Aye-r’s Pills. Gentl laxative; all vegetable. Solcl or 60 years. £32m fiat: Widfybu} hiatusâ€"flab hr beard; a beautiful brown or rich hack? Uso‘ EBUGKI’NGHAM’S DYE Biliousi Shewefl Lenahgs: PU RNHTURE I'- 'A'Y'L‘:lf-..m£. A"... 25' UNDERTAKENG You may have a secret drain through the urine-that’s the reason you feel tired out in the morning. You are not rested. yOur kidneys ache, you feel despondmzt nd have no ambition. Don't let your Life Blood be drained away. Drs.h . K. guarantee to Cure or no Pay. Syphi1i° is the scourge of mankind. It may not be a crime to have it. for it may be inherited. but it is a crime to auow it to remain in the system. Like fatherâ€"- like son. Beware of Mercury and Potash treatment. Drs, K. 6:. K. positively cure the worst cases or no Pay. VARICOCELE a; STRICTURE- PROMPT ATTENTION TO MEN’S LIFE BLOOD of the best makes TRY For all kinds of DE PARTM EN T. and \Iatriculat ion. I“ m 1; SIM“. of competent.1010‘:ch The school is cmnmwl for full Jm‘minrmIA-avfing ‘1 -__.__ Direct importms from European, American and Canadian «marries DUKE-5AM MA RBLE GRANITE" Intending students slmmd muvr at beginning 01 term. or as man atteras possible. DURHAM - AND - MT. FOREST WM. J 0le STOK . Chairman. DURHAM SCHOOL. Latest Design in Markers. Headstones and Monuments. All work warranted. Orders taken by Messrs. Barclay Bell. WORKS. Opposite Middaugh House Stables. THUS. ALLAN, Primpm MISS L. M. FORI’A A . M. \‘HEPI’A RD, (Specialist) Fees ROBINSON CORBETT. “ \ ‘ ‘ SIAM AND 320 $1.60 per month. PROPRIETORS. S‘A R. (‘lasziics and Modems. m. Is! Class l’x'oh-ssiuna} 1201?] PM EST nâ€"ndvr the fonnwiné for than. depart ment ; .1 i .\ MAG E. Secretary . wu-

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