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Flesherton Advance, 3 Oct 1945, p. 7

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They don't know me and I don't know them but I have a hunch that one, or both of them, may be a reader of this column. These glimpses of "ships that pass in the night" are always in- teresting to me. Take this morn- ing: I sat in a restaurant having â- breakfast when a young fellow got \ip to use the telephone. His con- versation was free for all to hear but 1 wasn't paying much atten- tion until he started telling "Jack" You Will Enjoy Staying At The ST. REGIS HOTEL TonowTO % KTcry Riiofii ".'t!i flnlb, Sbon- Slnsle, S2.R0 a^ iioiittl^. o::..'it up. % Uooil h'ouil. ninins and DaDr- InK Nlshtlr Sherboume at Carlton , Tel RA 413.'; ASPIRIN EASES REURITIC, NEDRALGIC PAIN FAST! IT'S READY TO GO TO WORK IN ... 2 SECONDS! â-  ou get paia relief fast when you use Aspiria because it starts to go to work almost immediately. To see that this is so, just drop an Aspirin tablet in water. What you'll see is what happens in your stomach â€" the tablet starts ^sintegrating within two seconds t That's why Aspirin stops neuritic, netiralgic pain so quickly. Get Aspiria today. The"Bayer" cross on each ^ablet is your guarantee that it's \ Aspirin. ASPIRIH ^^^-New Low Prices! Pocket box of 1 2s . ... cnlyISc Economy bottle of 24 . • only 29e Family size of 100 • . • only79e ISSUE 40â€"1945 at the other end of the wire that he thought a certain writer's magazine was just fine; that ha had been pretty busy at the writ- ing just latelyâ€" and that if he could sell three to six thousand words a week it would be a pretty nice way to make a living. It would indeed, but there is always that "if" to consider. Well, my goodness, now It sounds as if the fortune-telling lady near me In the train is also a writer. I shall soon be thinking they coma a dime a dozen. Wouldn't it be fun to lean across the aisle and say "Hullo, suppose we get together â€" I believe we both speak the same language." But maybe 1 had better attend to my own business and tell you that we have survived our first week at Ginger Farm without Partner at the helm. Needless to say It hasn't been an easy week â€" but it has certainly been a busy one what with putting up furnace pipes, re-bricking the kitchen stove, cleaning flues and pipes and speeding our parting guest who had been with us nearly a month and was still so loath to go that, although she came to Toronto with us last Thursday when we went to see Partner, she also came back with us again to spend one more night at Ginger Farm. But on Friday away she went. She had no other choice because she was due to begin her studies at IMc- Gill University in a few days. I don't know why It is â€" visitors around here nearly always stay longer than they originally intend- ed to â€" despite the fact I always look upon myself as the world's worst hostess. But maybe lack of ceremony on my part provides greater freedom for them â€" and that perhaps is the best kind of holiday to have. Visitors come down to breakfast any time they feel like it. They are .nade ac- quainted with where all the dishes and things are kept and what food there Is to eat, so they get their own breakfast â€" and midnight snacks â€" and I get on with my work, with many offers of help when they get around to it. And you know one gets a lot of satis- faction from seeing people go away rested and refreshed after having seen them arrive tired and weary from whatever arduous du- ties had been their lot. Oh â€" oh, and now the train has stopped. . . I wonder why? Here come some men who have been out to investigate. Apparently the train hit a truck. No one was injured but from all accounts the truck is a wreck. The man Jump- ed clear. I see some of the train- men out cutting wire from a fence. Do they even fix up trains with fence wire? 1 thought it was only farmers who were guilty of fixing things that way. Now we are on our way. . . the train is pulling out. It will cer- tainly be very late getting in, and that 1 imagine, will mean that Bob is waiting, patiently or impatient- ly, for my arrival at the station. Buck hinie again. . . the farm is still hero. . . the boys have sur- vived tv.o days of batching but they both want to know when Partner is ccniing home â€" and that is something I can't tell. In the meantime Partner is having a good rest and more contented (ban 1 expected to find him. t'anaila lias sold 3300 liorses to Holland. Several hundred Dutch have been appointed to call for tlu'W in Canada. Smart Girls always -carry- PARADOL Dr.CHASE'S Paradol . . FOR QUICK RELIEF OF - HEADACHE & Other Pains . CLEANUP TIME IN TOKYO The Japanese woman, above, with baby strapped in curious con- tentment to her back, cleans windows at Azubi Barracks, Tokyo, where troops of the First Cavalry Division occupation force are quartered. Jap soldiers formerly occupied the building. TABLEJALES Save Late Garden Crop From Frost Busy days these â€" days for mak- ing the last relishes to brighten winter meals, days for storing a- way the remaining garden produce before the frost arrives. To save the last green tomatoes from frost, the home economists of the Dominion Department of Agriculture suggest pulling the plants up by the roots, discarding any imperfect tomatoes and hang- ing them root-end up in the cellar or back shed. If a temperature a- round SOT can be maintained, the tomatoes will ripen gradually and provide a supply for several weeks. For a change from raw sliced cucumbers try them cut in thick fingers dipped in seasoned flour and then sauteed in a little hot fat until crisp and brown. Cut half- inch slices of green tomato and saute them this way also. Along with two excellent relish recipes, the Consumer SeK:tion gives a recipe for Cucumbers au Gratin that Is really worth trying. Raw Carrot Relish 3 cups chopped carrots, (S large) 2 cups chopped sweet red peppers, (4 medium) 2 cups chopped green peppers, (3 large) 4 cups chopped cabbage, (1 small head) 2 cups chopped onion 1 cup sugar 1 quart vinegar 2 tablespoons salt 2 tablespoons mustard seed 2 tablespoons celery seed Mix all vegetables. Combine re- maining ingredients and heat to boiling point. Pack vegetables Into hot sterlized jars and cover with hot vinegar mixture. Seal. Yield: about 5 pints. Ripe Cucumber Relish 3 large ripe cucumbers, about 3 Qts. cubed 2 large onions, 1% cups chopped 3 tablespoons salt 1 teaspoon turmeric 1.1 cup dry mustard 2 cups vinegar li cup flour Vj cup sugar Peel and remove seeds from ripe cucumbers. Cut into pieces (about 'i inch cubes). Peel and chop onions and add to cucumbers; sprinkle with salt, let stand one hour; drain thoroughly. Mix tur- meric and mustard with 1 cup vinegar, add dimined vegetables and cook slowly 15 mimites. Com- bine flour and sugar with remain- ing cup of vinegar. Drain vege- tables, combining drained liquid with flour and sugar paste. Heat this sauce slowly to boiling point and eook. stirring constantly 10 minutes. Add vegetables and re- heat to boiling point. Pack in hot sterilized jars. Seal. Yield: about 3 pints. Cucumbero au Gra;in V!y cups soft stale bread crumbs 6 cups peeled, diced ripe cucumbers % teaspoon salt ;.; teaspoon pepper % cup grated cheese 2 cups thick cream sauce Reserve '4 cup of crumbs. Place alternate layers of cucum- bers sprinkled with salt and pep- per, and remaining bread crumbs in a greased .taking dish. .\dd cheese to cream sauce and pour over the last layer, sprinkle with remaining bread crumbs. Cover and bake in a moderate oven, 350 'F, for 30 minutes. Remove cover and continue baki'-g until crumbs are browned, about 10 riinutes. Six servings. Modern Etiquette By Roberta Lee 1. What is tlie correct way for a married woman to sign her name in social correspondence? 2. If it is raining, should a man carry the umbrella for a girl, or let her carry it? 'i. \Miat is the correct way to wear the engagement and the wedding rings ? 4. Should a banana be slvinned and eaten with the fingers when it is served whole? 5. Is it necessary for a woman to say "please" and "thank you" to her servants? 6. Is it proper to seat a husband and his wife side by side at the dinner tabic? ANSWERS 1. She should use her full name. If Jane Smith has married Henry Brown, she should sign her social correspondence Jane Smith Brown. In writing to a stranger she should write below her signature, Mrs. Henry Brown. 2. The man should carry it. 3. Both should be worn on the third finger of the left hand, with the wedding ring below. 4. No; the banana is not a finger food. Strip .voff the skin, place the banana on the dessert plate and cut, one bite at a time, w-ith the side of the fork. 5. It is not ex- actly necessary, but this courtesy should not be omitted when spealving to persons who are work- ing for her comfort. 6. No; it is customarj' to separate them. Bring Your Own A Berlin woman who wants a hairdo must take to th« beauty slhjp her own hot water or a brick of pressed coal. Gas is so scarce that beauty shops are not permit- ted to keep a flame burning all day. They have a fire on the hearth, but cuF^tomers must help provide fuel. ^J^iaHTieelcv \ gay apron adds glamour to your role as hostess. These apron* take little material. Colorful em- broidery that a youngster would love to do. You can make these aprons from one pattern. Patter.' ilG4 has traiLsfer pattern of an SJi x li;-^ and two ZVt x 5-iiicli moM:>: dir- ections. Send Twenty Cents i.i coins (stamps cannot l)e accepted) for this pattern to Wilson Needle- craft Dopt.. 73 .\dclaidc St West, Toronto. Print plainly Pattern Number, your Name and Address. Quality Guaranteed "SALADA TEA LOUIS ARTHUR CUNNINGHAIVl CHAPTER XXI "I cannot. I tell you I cannot." She was crying a little, but if he felt any pity for her. he showed none. "But in a little while, in a few days, you intend to become my wife." "You know that I accepted that long ago. Why do we have to talk about it now?" "Because it is so near the time, and I have waited and waited and hoped constantly that I would find in you tlie answer to my love. The answer hasn't come." "But in time â€" oli, Roger, wiiy must we talk like this?" "We must," he said doggedly, "before it is too late. We must have this thing settled." "I do not see how it ever can be settled. What would you have me do?'' "Michel is still in >our heart, isn't he? Y'ou haven't given up your dream that you told me of long ago?" "I could never give it up. 1 tried, Roger, believe me. But there was no use trying. It is part of me. It will be always there. Need it make a difference â€" for us?" "Only a shadowy thmg," he said. ".\ tew liours agajnst all my love; a few words â€" and they echo for- ever." "He will not come back â€" not ever now." "He does not need to, he never went away. I know what love is, Meridel, because I love. 1 saw you cry and the tears feil on your wed- ding dress â€" and I knew." « « * They liad come to the Chamber- land house. Pol Martin and Ro- sine, with Gerard and the two Chamberland girls and tiny David, came down the yard to meet them. Roger called to them, "Hola! It is late for infants to be abroad. You nmst run all the way home." On the way back, he tried to talk; so did Meridel, but every- thing they said fell flat. It had no zest, no savor. There was a cold- ness, a hea' iness in their hearts. Something tliat sliould have been splendid and shining had failed for them, and both felt that in some way the bbrne lay between them. He thought 1 should not have al- ways been questioning her love. 1 should not have been so exacting, so greedy. I should have taken the wondrous gift she offered me and thanked God for it. But I could not, 1 could not. And Meridel thought. What is wrong with me that i cannot love him? Respect, liking, loyalty, ad- miration â€" all these things I have for him. But not love. Perhaps in time it will come, but God help us if it does nut. .-Vnd Roger is wise enough to know that it is a grave risk we run. Why did I shed those foolish teais tonight? The dress is so lovely; it is made for one who gives licrseli to love â€" Roger. * ♦ * Even the children, after chatter- ing for a while about the games they had played and the good time of the afternoon, noticed tlie silence of their elders, and gradual- ly they ceased to talk and plodded along with Roger leading the way, Meridel close beside him. All about them w-as the vast stillness of the forests. Far off an owi hooted and from a farmyard over the hill a fox barked sharply. Those sounds died and then in that great stillness they heard a deep- voice singing, coming toward them around a bend in the path. They froze in their tracks and the little ones clutched Meridcl's hands. "Bonsoir, Nigaud! Bonsoir, Fri- cot!" "It is he!" whispered Pol Mar- tin. "It is Eonhomme Fricot!" "What folly!" said iVeridel. but a strange shiver, not of fear, mov- ed over her body. "How could it be?" "Listen! " said Rosiue. "Yes. Yes. It is he! U is he!" "Eh! Bonhomme Fricot!" called Pol Martin in his shrill soprano. "Bonhomme Fricot. v.lnt are you doing here?" The son.g perished. They saw only a shadowy figure in the path before them, the glimmer of whita at his throat, .\fter a moment ha siwke, reluctantly it seemed, yet with laughter in his voice: "Ara you sure. Pol Martin and Rosine. that It is Bonhomme Fricot you have here?" "Yes, yes, we are sure indeed!" "it could not be the laughing soldier then?" "The laughing soldier would not know our names," pointed out Ro- sine. "Why do you play this farce, Bonhomme Fricot? We know you." "I was the laughing soldier," said he. "1 gave the real soldier my old clothes and shaved off my beard and cut off my hair and now you know wily 1 laughed â€" l)pcause the soldier tried to kill lead. You see, 1 work for tha king of England and I must some- times do strange things." "But it is brave!" cried Pol Mar- tin. "It is grand. Did you come here to vist us?" "It's no use, Mike," said Roger stepping forward, finding his brothers hand in the starlight. You were going the wrong way. You don't need to run, do you " "I talked with Tante Mimi. 1 â€" " "You were not going because ot me?" Meridel came forward now and reached for the hand Roger held, so that three hands were clasped together, hers so small be- tween the two strong ones ot those meu. who loved her. ♦ * ♦ "We can talk when we get home," said Roger, and he thank- ed God for the darkness, for the dim stars that let no one see his face. "I'll go on ahead with these two fellows." "A moment, Roger," said Mi- chel. "Please â€" " said Meridel. He paid no attention to them. He sent Pol Martin and Rosina scampering down the trail and hurried after them. They heard his voice faintly, "You can pretend its the road on the magic moun- tain, if you need to." But he knew, none better, that any road is a magic road If you have the right charm in your heart'. And somewhere for him there would be such a road, one that no other foot had trod before and at the end of it someone who waited â€" for only him. Behind him. under the stars, Meridel and Michel Pabre had stopped to gaze at each other In that strange light. "I was wrong," he said. "Yrju did not forget our hour." "You did not mean it when yon said, as you left me then, that you would not return?" "You knew I did not. It waa written, all this â€" long ago. Nothr ing could ever change it." THE END FOR A COOD COUCH SYRUP \ii VENOS ft" /ilief COUGHS - COLDS r«'\ _ BRONCHITIS 'CHtlDREN LOVE VENO'S COUGHS - COLDS BRONCHITIS ASTHMA A BOftLETODAY!

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