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Durham Chronicle (1867), 10 Jun 1915, p. 6

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‘1"? ++‘:‘ '6' '2‘ Yonge and Charles streets. Tommi}. is strictlv first-class. hone Better, {n Canada. ' Enter now so as to get a has- . a II n _ A. _‘.-.---‘A ‘Inulh ~“Uu-uv â€" _ Man in the early fall Cntaloznp XV. J. ELLIUT’P. Prim. 734 Youngt. +++++++++éé++é++++éé The school is thoz'onghlv equipped in tenchingzmility, in chemical and elec- triml supplies and fittings. etc.. for full Junior Leaving and Matriculation work. l‘HOS. ALLAN, Principal and Pro vincial Model School Teacher lst Cass Certificate. Durham High School Intending Students should enter- at the begirming of the .ex‘m if possible. Bum-deanhe obtained at reasonable rates. Durham IS a healthy and at. true-rive tnwm making it a most desir- able piace f?" residence. The remwd of the 8311001 in past years 25 a. flatter-mg one. The trustees are prggressnve educationally and spare no t'l 'h.\.rm \‘u “\I"‘- <--vâ€"â€" films to see that teachers and pupils an- every adv: .. age fur the pro- per mm Mn tation and acquistion of knowledge. REV. W. H. HARTLEY. l Emw““w‘sssyg‘s‘ssa Many Colleges Close for Vacation at Midsummer A movement is on foot to have a trunk macadam road construct- ed between Owen Sound and Col- lingw-ood. James Wilson, a farmer resid- ing near Appleton. sustained fatal iniuries through being run over bv the wheel of a seeder. The wheel passed over Wilson’s face, breaking the jaw bone, and one A: Hm snakes on the wheel enter- of the spokes on ed 1113 head. Thouszmds of ambitious young peup ware being instrucrvd m their hmnvs by our Hmm- S? udv Dept. You may finish at CD"- ext.» if ynu dwsire‘. Pay When- ever you wish. Thirty Ymu's’ EXpe-rience. Largest trainers in Canada. Enter- any day. Pnsit‘u.>us guaranteed. If you wish tn save board and learn while ulnrs FEES : $1 per month lit . LACE CURTAINS 2; yds. long 4” ins. Wide 50c pair 2‘; yds. long 42 ins. wide 75c pair 3yds. long 4? ins. wide $1.00 p til’ 3 yds. long 4'? ins. wide $1.50 pair ' 1"-“ All curtaiushave 'the' new finish- New Spring Goods ' ed top. _ Fine English Crepes. whiteianc'l fancy 150 per yard Table Linens at 25c, 50c and 60c Grey Cppton _§heet.ing 2: yards vâ€"v viride at 250 per fin-d." Heavy Bleached Sheeting, 2?. yds. wide at 40c per yard. Heavy 114 Flannelette Blankets white and Grey $1.50 pair Heavy 12-4 Flanneletce Blankets white only $1.85 pair Our New Spring Prints are now in. Call and See Them. w. H. BEAN Big4 Machine Oil. Harness Ou, Ame Grease and Boo! Ointment. go to \\ Mk 9! ton Busi: 9s sColle +é+++ 9 .0 O ééé++ Our (,‘olle «re Does Not. He Sells Cheap you c p; ’0110.\ “an. SHA'W. ELLIQE BIG4 ’, SAL/AID 112' h- RS N1) \'.\('-\TX()N u'n, TLEY. J. F. GRANT, Shah-man. Secretarv '1 he Harnessm aka nteed. it you aurd and learn “The for partic- President Iql.:ft in advan ce Presidvnt CHAPTER XVII. Peg and the Chichester Family. EG finally weakened under Mr. Hawkes' powers or persuasion. Batting Michael on the head. she said to we footman: “Ye won't hurt him. will ye?" Michael at that stage licked her band and whined. as though he knew they were to be separated. Peg comforted him and went on: "'An I’d be much obliged to ye it ye'd give him some watner an' a bones.” Peg looked down and found Alaric sitting at a desk near the door staring at her in disgust. He was such a funny looking little fellow to Peg that she could not feel any resentment toward him. His sleek. well brushed hair; nis carefully creas- ed and admirably cut clothes, his self sutficieucy and, above all, his absolute assurance that whatever he did was right amused Peg immensely. He was an entirely new type of young man to her. and she “as interested. She smiled at him now in a friendly way and s:1id:“Ye must know Michael is simply crazy about mutton. He loves mutton." her. “Come here!" called Mrs. Chlchester. Peg walked over to her. and when she got almost beside the old lady she turned to have another glimpse at Alaric and gave him a little. chuckling. good natured laugh. “Look at me!” commanded Mrs. Chl- chester steruly. “Yes, um‘am." replied Peg. with a little courtesy. Mrs. Chichester closed her eyes for a moment. What was to be done with this barbarian? Why should this :itliiction be thrust upon her? Then she thought or the thou- sand pounds a year. She Opened her eyes and looked severely at Peg. “Don't call me 'ma’am!’ ” she said. “No. ma‘am.” replied Peg nervously. then instantly corrected herself. “No. ant! No. ant!" “Aunt!" said Mrs. Chichester haugh- tily. “Aunt. not ant.” ‘ Alarie commented to Ethel: “Ant! Like some little crawly in- sect." A Comedy of Youth Founded by Mr. Manners on Hi: Great Play of the Same Titleâ€"Illustrations From Photographs of the Play Peg heard him, looked at him and laughed. He certainly was odd. Then she looked at Ethel. then at Mr. Hawkes. then all around the room. as it she missed some one. Finally she faced Mrs. Chichester again. “Are you me Uncle Nat’s widdy?” “No, I am not.” contradicted the old lady sharply. “Then how are you manded Peg. Mrs. Chichester. “Oh !" cried Peg. “Then your name’s Monica?” “It is." “What do ye think of that?" said Peg under her breath. She surrepti- tiously opened out the miniature and looked at it: then she serminized her aunt. She shook her head. “Ye don’t look a hit like me poo: mother did." “\Vhat have you there?" asked Mrs Chirhester. Alaric turned indignantly away from "Me poor mother’s picture.” replied Peg softly. "Let me see it.” and Mrs. Chichester held out her hand for it. Peg showed it to Mrs. Chichester, all the while keeping a jealous hold on the corner of the frame. No one would ever take it away from her. The old lady looked at it intently. Finally she said: “She had changed very much since I last saw herâ€"find in one .vear.” "sorrow ‘an' poverty (1;; 13;... 2...... Monica.” and the tears sprang unbid- den into Pegs eyes. "Aunt will be quite sumcient. Put it away,” and Mrs. Chichester released the miniature. “Sit down.” directed the old lady. Peg sprawled into a chair with a great sigh of relief. “Thanl; ye. ant-aunt.” she said. Then she looked at them all alternate- ly and laughed heartily: ' “Sure I had no idea in the wurrld I had such fine relations. although, at course. my father often said to me. ‘Now. Peg.’ he would say. ‘now. Peg. ye’ve got some grand folks on yer mother’s side’ ”- folks on me mother’s side." Mrs. Chlchester silenced Peg. “That will do. Don’t sprawl in that way. Sit up. Try to remember where you are. Look at your cousin.” and the mother indicated Ethel. Peg sat up demurely and looked at Ethel. She chuckled to herself as she turned back to Mrs. Chichester: “Is she me cousin?” “She is," replied the mother. “And I am. too"â€"said Alarmâ€"“Count in Alaric.” Peg looked him all over and laughed openly. Finally she asked Mrs. Chl- chester the followinz mm one-v “Folks! Really-Ethel !" cried Alarm “Yes. that’s what he saidâ€"grand soar mother’s sister.” replied Copyright. 1913. by Dodd. Mead {y Csmpany buue. He loves mutton meâ€"aunt?" de- By J. Hartley Manners non: “Where’s her husband?“ Ethel sprang to her feet. She was to be disgraced before her family by that beggmr brat. Mrs. Chichester said in astonishment ' Her husband?” “Yes.” replied Peg i‘zzsmtently. “1 saw her husband when l mum in here first. I'm: bum in this room before. ye know. I mime in through thus:- winduws. :m' I saw her 210' Der nus hand She was”- "What in twnven’s name does slw menu?" {rivd A Izlric. l'eg persistvd. "I tell ye it was she sent mo to the kitr~ben~8he 30' mm.” “Him? Who in the world does She mean?" from Alnrlc. "'l‘n wlmm duos she refer. Ethel?" from Mrs (Thu-hustor. “Mr. Brent." said Ethel with ad- mirable self control. She was on thin ice. but she must keep mlm. Mrs. Chivhostor hmkvd relieved. I’eg went on: “Sure. slw thought I was a servant loukiu' fur :1 plnw. am Mr. Hawkes told me not to say :1 word until he mumâ€":m' I didn't my a word.” Mr. Hawkes now llruke in: “My time is short. Miss ()‘Cmmell. it was your uncle's wish that you should make yom' home here With Mrs. Chi. Chester. She \xill a.iu) mu m cry possi- ble ad 'zmt: we to make vuu a humw. well cared for. chtmuing young lady." Po: laughed. “Lady? Mo? Sure nu “- "Yuu must (in (‘VGlVltl n: she tells you. T1 \' to please he: in all things. 0n the lilSt d a) of own mouth 1 will jThe Butler Took Michael; Peg Asked g Him Not to Hurt the Dog. 'call and find out what progress you’re making. And now I must take my 'leave.” He picked up his but and cane from the table. ..~ THE DURHAM CHRONICLE. Peg sprang up hreathlessly and frightenedly. Now that Mr. Hawkes was going she felt deserted. He had at least been gentle and considerate to her. She tugged at his sleeve and looked straight up into his face with her big [noadedz “Maze. sir. take me with ye an‘ send me back to New York. I’d rather go home. lndade 1 would. 1 don’t want to he a lady. I want me father. Plaza take me with ye.” Indade I do." Her eyes filled with tears. "He mightn‘t like me to stay here now that me uncle's dead.” “Why. it was your uncle‘s last wish that you should come here. Your fa- ther will be delighted at your good fortune.” He gently pressed her back into the chair and smiled pleasantly and reassuringly down at her. Just when he had negotiated every- thing most satisfactorily to have Peg endeavor to upset it all was most dis- turbing. He went on again: “Your aunt will do everything in her power to make you feel at home. Won’t you. Mrs. Chichester?” “Everything!” said Mrs. Chjchester. as ‘11 she were walking over her own grave. Peg looked at her aunt ruetully (her expression was most forbidding); at Ethel’s expressive back; lastly at Mario fitting a cigarette into a sold ”Oh, come. come"- Mr. Hawkes be- "I want to go back to me rather. blue eyes wide open and monnted fielder. Her whole nature cried out against them. She made one last appeal to Mr. Hawkes: “Do send me back to me rather!" “Nonsense. my dear Miss O‘Connell. You would not disappoint your father in that way. would you? Wait for a month. I'll call on the lst. and I ex- pect to hear only the most charming things about you. Now, goodby." And he took her hand. ' She looked up wistfully at him. "Goodby. sir. An' thank ye very much for bein' so kind to me.” Hawkes bowed to Mrs. Chichester and Ethel and went to the door. "Haxe a cab?” asked Alaric. “No; _thank you." replied the law- yer. “i have no luggage. Like the walk. Good day.” And Peg’s only friend in England passed out and left her to face this terrible English fami. ly alone. “Your name is Margaret." said Mrs. Chiclxester as the door closed on Mr. Ha wkes. “No ma ’,am” Peg be an. but imme- diately corrected herself; "no. auntâ€"l beg your pardonâ€"no, auntâ€"my name is Pew!” cried she earnestly. “That is only a corruption. We will call you Margaret." insisted Mrs. Chi- chester, dismissing the subject once and for all. “I wouldnt know myself as Mar- garetâ€"indnde 1 wouldn t. I might for- get to answer to the name of Mar- garet." She stopped her pleading tone and said dcterminedly. “My name is But Peg was not to be turned so lightly aside. She stuck to her point. Peg.” Then a little softer and more plaintively she added: "Me father al- ways calls me I‘eg. It would put me in mind of me father if you’d let me be called Peg. aunt.” She ended her plea with a little yearning cry. ‘fKindly leave your father out of the conversation." snapped the old lady se- verely. “Then it’s an I will lave him out of!" cried Peg. springing up and con- fronting the stately lady of the house. Mrs. Chichester regarded her in as- tonishment and anger. “No temper. it‘ you please." and she motioned l’og to resume her seat. Poor Peg sat down. breathing hard. her fingers locking and unlocking, Der stanch little heart aching for the one human being she was told not to re- fer to. This house was not going to hold her a prisoner if her father’s name was to he slighted or “ignored. On that point she was determined. Back to America she would go if her father’s name was ever insulted before her. Mrs. Clxichester's voice broke the Si- lence: “You must take my daughter as your model in all things." Peg looked at Ethel. and all her an- ger vanished temporarily. The idea of taking that young lady as a modelap- pooled to her as being irresistibly amusing. She smiled broadly at Ethel. Mrs. Chi‘chester went on: “Everything my daughter does you must try to imitate. You could not have a better example. Mold yourself from her." “Imitate her, is it?” asked Peg inno- cently. with a twinkle in her eye and the suggestion of impishness in her manner. “So far as lies in your power,” re- plied Mrs. Chichester. A picture of Ethel struggling in Brent’s arms suddenly flashed across Peg, and before she could restrain her- self she had said in exact imitation of her cousin: Then Peg laughed loudly to Ethel’s horror and Mrs. Chichester’s disgust. “How dare you!” cpied her aunt. . Peg looked at her a moment; all the mirt 1) died a way. ~I 0‘ “Mnstn’t I laugh in this house?” she asked. v 'N “Sure: that will be foine,” and she chuckled. “You have a great deal to learn. Your education will begin tomorrow.” Scientists are now convinced the moon has no more influence on crops than it has on the tem- perature or the amount of rain or the winds or any other weather element. “The growth of\plants depends on the amount of food in the soil and in the air that is available for them and on temper- ature, light and moisture. The moon obviously does not affect the character of the soil in amv way, neither does it affect the composition of the atmosphere. The only remaining way in which it could influence plant growth. therefore, is by light. Recent experiments, however, show that full daylight is about 600,000 times brighter than full moonlight, yet when a plant gets 1-100th part of normal daylight it thrives little better than in abso- lute darkness. If 1-100th part of normal daylight is thus too lit- tle to stimulate a plant, it seems quite certain that a 600,000th part part can. not have. any effect at all. It is therefore a mere waste of time to think about the moon in connection with the .planting of cr0ps. The moon, say the scient- ists, has nothing more to do with this than it has to do with the building of fences, the time for killing hogs or any other of the innumerable things over which it is suppsoed. to exert" a «strong influence. “Plgase don’t! It is so hot this morn- MOON YARNS EXPLODED Clxichester's voice broke the si- Continued next week. gm? ‘ O O .5 5.3.3.9. .5.O"H"“' '..O.‘.O'A v. 0 6 to .¢¢+o¢¢¢¢¢o¢o++o+o¢¢¢¢¢§¢ot¢+++‘+o+oooooo¢¢o¢o¢o¢§¢¢ +06Otbaa0tbooatébe¢0¢9$é¢bt0¢e¢¢®¢¢oeoo¢¢¢¢¢¢¢¢¢§§oo impmmm m Hausehoidsrs McFaddens’ Old Stand The Peopie’s Mills Bran. Shorts. Low Grade Flour, Chop of AI! Kinds, N0. 1 Hey. etc, kept c0n= stantiy on hand. Eclipse, Soverign and Pastry Flour and Rolled Oats Breakfast Cereal Having: purchased the stock of W. J. McFadden and moved my stock in with his the storhuis 110w filled with Pianos 017:1" 1.1s Seuinw Machines and Musical 111- st1 11111911114 01' all kinds 111 the 11i0l1esU and best, 0 t5I‘ades. W .1119 (31"mxde1l forroom and the stock 11’1ustbe 111m ed out, and 1110ved quickly This is i111pm'ta11t news to all House- holders in need of any of the gomls we handle. The prices are right. JQHN McGO‘W’AN o 0 09m. 05a 0 o o 4 o o o o 4 o o 0 70.3.09. 0“. I: 0.0 090906909”). 90 O 90 CM. 90 O 609 00 5 0 9‘ 99‘ O Q. Q”. 0 '9 - 0”,. on. '00 .0. TELEPHONE N0. 8 (Night or Day) The best that money can buyâ€"is the labor that goes into the Canadian Ford. Our woramen are the high- est paid motor car mechanics in the British Empire. This means dollars saved in after expense to the man who drives a Ford “Made in Canada.” Because the Ford car is built right. Buyers of Ford cars will share in cu‘ profits if we sell 30.000 cars between August 1, 1914 and August 1. 1915. Runabout $540 ; Town Car $840 : F.O.B. Ford. Ont.. with all equipment' including electric headlights. Cars on display and forsale at Jivm'ything in our 31118 at, lowest prices for C Ford Touring Car Price $ 590 “'0 have a quantity of the ovlchzfltu ‘ Molassine Meal C. SMITH 6: SONS Durham. Ontario. . J. Snell “MADE IN CANADA” 57¢?! am; June 10, 1915 v o o 0 0 o o o o O o O O CO .0 0900 00 A... 00 OQOQOQO,. . o o o o o 0 o o o o O 5 El.‘ Durham .h .4

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