. | MIS ¥ By “The Unknown Port”, Ete. ABBOTSFORD, SUMAS AND MATSQUI NEWS ga . Y very 10c Packet of WILSON'S. FLY PADS \ WILL KILL MORE FLIES THAN / SEVERAL DOLLARS WORTH Best of all fly killers. Clean, quick, sare, 4 cheap. Ask your Drug- he >. gist, Grocer or Gen Store. THE WILSON FLY PAD CO., HAMILTON, ONT. § ALADDIN MORE ge Whiting P ti Author Of “One Wide River To Cross” , Cc eb ce be SYNOPSIS Nancy Nelson is a sub-deb, a gay, irresponsible girl of nineteen, with no care beyond the choice of her cos- _ tume for her coming-out party. Sud- denly, in the market crash, her in- dulgent father loses all he had, and _ his family is faced with the neces- . sity of a simpler method of living. At this juncture a letter is received from an eccentric relative in Color- ado, who offers the girl a home on what seems to be impossible condi- tions. After much consideration Cousin Columbine’s offer is accepted, and Nancy and Jack arrive at Pine Ridge. They are met at the railway station by Columbine Nelson, who in turn Introduces Mark and Matthew Adams, two neighbors of Aunt Col- umbine, and the party set out for Pine Ridge, which village causes dis- may to both Nancy and Jack because of its dilapidated appearance and general look of poverty. Nancy and Jack are shown to the rooms they are to occupy, and both the young people consider the furniture and decorations hateful and, contrasting the present quarters with their lux- urious home in Boston, wonder if _ they can endure the change for any length of time. Aunt Columbine tells why she wrote the letter to them, and relates some of her early experiences at Pine Ridge of hostile Indians and forest fires, of her father’s hunt for gold, and of her mother’s splendid spirit, but frail body, which could not endure the strain of pioneer life. Nancy set out one afternoon to climb to the top of a hill so as to errands accomplished, Matt took her to a place where they had hot choco- late and delicious sandwiches; and on the way home he drove with exceed- ing slowness, even after the danger- ous pass was left behind. The stars were out when they bumped the railroad track and start- ed up the straggling familiar street. Dusk hid its shabbiness, and Nance turned as she always did, for that matchless view of the white-crested Peak. “Well, we're home,” she said, and added, laughing: “That sounds exact- ly like Aurora, doesn’t it? I've had a great time, Matt, and I do appre- ciate your letting me tag along. If your cousin’s stockings don’t turn out the right size, the saleswoman said they could be changed I know better relief of Constipation, Indiges- [S tion, Rheumatism, Kidney and iver. At all Druggists—69c. only Tuxedo in Pine Ridge, Nancy— a relic of campus days which trans- forms my cowherd brother into a— a ‘glorious Apollo,’ as you can see for yourself. And—” “Shut up!” commanded Matthew, Dlushing, while his mother slipped a protecting arm through his, and Aurora announced shrilly: “Come on! Get seated while I dish up the potato. Sakes alive, Nancy, you look like those pictures in the love ma And you too, Mat- your mother will love the linen—any oné would; and— Will you look at that!’ They were approaching the Nelson “mansion” now. “There's a light in the parlor! Is the president, or governor or some one calling on Cousin Columbine? Why? (as they turned in the gate), “there are lights thew Adam. That white shirt’s aw- ful becoming. Everything’s ready and all those pesky candles lighted. Come on in!” ‘J never saw a prettier table,” wrote Nancy to her mother. “Even that awful green-brown china was inconspi b it blent with everywhere! What can be happ ing?” “ She looked up, at Matthew this time. There was, Nance saw, an in- scrutable smile curving his nice mouth, but all he said was: “Let’s go in and see.” CHAPTER XIV. Nancy was never to forget -the moments that followed. As Matthew drew up before the house he blew three sharp blasts on the automobile horn, and said: “Don’t bother with all those bundles, Nancy. I'll lug ’em in in just a minute.” Indeed, Nance was so Pp by the a i illumination that she failed to see that they were stopping at the sel- dom-used front door; and, still dazed, but with Matt’s hand on her elbow, ‘she was firmly propelled into what Jack called “the sacred parlor.” For a moment she just stood still, thinking the room was full of people until she realized that it wasn’t a crowd at all, only the parlor, beauti- fully garlanded with Christmas greens, looked different. A second glance disclosed the company: Cousin Columbine in her scarlet middy and laced boots; a little wo- man with soft brown hair, and eyes shining with merriment, who must be “Eve Adam.” By her side stood the tall, lean sunburned man who was her husband, looking, it seemed obtain a view of the surr di landscape and misses the path Aurora ‘Tubbs had told her to follow. A truck comes along the road, driven by Mat- » thew Adams, and she asks him which way to go. They ascend the hill, look around, and then go on to Cousin Columbine’s. There Mark Adam tells Nancy that his brother Luke has broken his leg, and that Jack Nelson has been hired to help out while Luke's leg gets better. With Jack away, Nancy finds that she is lonesome, and having no books to read, the idea of starting a public library at Pine Ridge seems a good one, and Nance writes home to get her parents to send all the books they could spare and all they could induce others to let them have. Now Go On With The Story CHAPTER XIII.—Continued The early winter darkness had fal- ~ len when they returned. Nance had had “a wonderful day.” She had tunched at a delightful tea room, done her own Christmas errands, ‘Aurora's, Cousin Columbine’s, and even Matthew Adam's! For when she met her escort at the appointed time, the young man confessed that he had delayed his own holiday shop- ping in order to profit by her ad- vice. Would Dot Meredith, the cousin who was in college at Denver and was to spend her vacation at the ranch, approve of silk stockings as a gift? And what size must he get? What color? Darned if he knew! And would Nancy look at a luncheon set he wanted for his mother, and see if it were really any good? So Nance stored her parcels in the old car, and fared forth again, this time with Matthew. But it was all fun, and after weeks of comparative solitude in Pine Ridge, the Christ- Mas crowds seemed thrilling. Their RELIEVE PERIODIC PAIN FE you suffer peri- eo y odic pain and discomfort, try Lydia E. Pinkham’s ablets. In most cases they bring welcome relief. As M line New- man says, ‘They : ease the pain”. Mrs. Raymond Chaput, Route 4, Tilbury, Ont. says,"“I suffered some- thing terrible. Had such backaches and headaches I was worn out. Your Tablets helped me”. Let them help you, too. Ask your druggist. — ? / BD Socln E. Pehle TABLETS to Nancy, very little older than his sons. Then came Juanita Tubbs— Juanita in a sleeveless gown of such dazzling, variegated colors that Nance almost blinked when she look- ed straight at it and was thankful that Mary Taylor was wearing white. Mark (“all dressed up in his Sunday best,” thought Nance) tow- ered between Mary and a slender girl in blue (‘‘The cousin from Denver’); while Jack, spick and span in his blue serge suit, and another boy (‘The last of the Apostles, of course!’’) stood just behind them; and as a climax came Aurora attired in a gown of emerald taffeta with six flounces on the skirt and the inevit- able apron tied snugly around her ample waistline. No wonder Nancy stared! She stared so long that everybody shout- ed with laughter; and it was Cousin Columbine who explained: “It’s only your debut, child. Don’t look so dazed!” “Your debut, staged in a different setting,” smiled Eve Adam, and com- ing forward kissed Nancy on the cheek. “Welcome to Pine Ridge society, my dear! I really think we gave you a surprise.” “And if she don’t run straight up- stairs and put on that party dress I took out of her closet,” spoke up Aurora, “my company dinner’ll be in ruins. Matthew Adam, you'll find your good clothes in Miss Colum- bine’s bedroom, and don’t be slow as cold molasses, either.” “Did—did you know this all the time?” cried Nancy, wheeling on Matthew. “J-I-I sort of suspected it,” he con- fessed. “I mean—” “Oh, come on, Matt,” broke in his brother Mark impatiently. ‘Time flies; and you've got to beautify your- self in honor of our debutante!” “. , . And will you believe it,” Nance wrote home next day, “when I came down, there stood Matthew Adam looking absolutely stunning in @ well-cut Tux! I almost passed out at sight of him.” Probably Matthew felt somewhat the same at the same moment, for Nance herself, in orchid chiffon, and silver-shod, was (according to Mark Adam) “too easy to look at for any feller’s peace of mind.” “You'll have to seat her next to Matthew, Miss Columbine,” he said ruefuly. look like hick cowboys. “She makes the rest of us| I'd have| mas for her baby; and after I was swiped that Tux myself, Matt, if it) sound asleep she must have spent had been two sizes bigger. It's the! those lonely hours trying to make! ths green-bronze leaves of the kin- nikinnick with which Mrs. Adam had decorated everything. It’s the most graceful vine, with red berries like the partridge berries we have at home. There was a big brass bowl of it in the centre of the table, and long sprays laid at intervals on the white cloth—a cloth bought in Den- ver in 1901, please understand, and uséd only on state occasions! “The terrible lamp was banished, and four, tall brass candlesticks held red candles while a big red candle stood at every place. Even Cousin Columbine’s scarlet middy seemed made for the occasion. She looked very distinguished at the head of the table; and they put me at the foot with ‘Father Adam’ on one side, and Mark (despite protests regarding his apparel!) on the other. “And did we eat? As Jack re- marked, Aurora had ‘done her darn- dest,’ and the old-fashioned Christ- mas dinner was superb. Once it struck me as funny that Juanita was among the guests while her mother waited on us; but Cousin Columbine says that Aurora would never have recovered if her daugh- ter had been left out. Mr. Adam made place cards; and the minute I saw his beautiful lettering I knew who was going to paint the sign for my Aladdin Library! But to get back to my debut. ud The account of this party grew in- to the longest letter that Nancy Nel- son had ever written, which ended with a request to forward it to Aunt Judy, “. . for I cam never write all this again. I wonder what those wild Spear girls will think of my debut, Mother! Not much like what we planned, was it? But believe me, it was a grand party just the same.” It is probable that all those pres- ent agreed with the girl. When at last they arose from the table and sought the gaily-festooned parlor, each one added his bit to the enter- tainment. There were charades; old- time songs with melodeon accom- paniment (a melodeon brought from Chicago in 1881, Miss Columbine as- sured them proudly); as well as strictly modern “croonings” rendered by Mark; while Matthew left Nance breathless for the second time that evening when, with the simple aid of Juanita’s tam o’ shanter and a plaid scarf, he was transformed into a very creditable Harry Lauder, and forget- ting his shyness, sang “I Love a Lassie” in a delightful baritone. Not until then did Aurora remove her apron. ‘T’m going to recite ‘Curfew Shall Not Ring To-night’,” she told the company. “I said that piece at a church sociable when Tubbs was courting me, and there wa’nt a dry eye in the place when I got through.” This number brought such a deaf- ening round of applause that the good woman beamed with pleasure. ‘It’s your turn now, Miss Colum- bine,” she* said. “You tell us a story about old times to calm us down.” Cousin Columbine smiled as Matt drew her chair in the centre of the group. “‘T'm going to tell you about my first Christmas tree,” she began. “I couldn’t have been more than three or four years old, and Mother and I were alone as we so often were in those days when Father was off ad- venturing. We were expecting him home, of course; but on Christmas Eve when he did not come, Mother went out and cut a tiny Christmas tree herself, and set it up in the corner of our one room. “I realize now that for months, possibly longer, she had been saving every bright scrap of ribbon, or calico, or paper that came her way— saving them to make a merry Christ- the little fir tree gay and pretty, while she listened tensely for Fath- er's returning step and the longed- for whistle (it was, she told me, like the song of the hermit-thrushes in New Hampshire), with which he al- ways heralded his arrival. “Well, no whistle came that night, and at last, bitterly disappointed, fearful for his safety as she always was at any untoward delay, my mother crept into the big bed and dropped asleep. No doubt her pil- low was wet with tears; but things looked brighter in the morning. It was a beautiful day. A flurry of snow had fallen in the night. Every bush and tree was white and frosted, which made her think of Christmases in old New England; and I, of course, was twittering with excitement. She could scarcely persuade me to eat breakfast I was so eager to examine every ornament and open the two parcels tied to the topmost branch of my small tree. . “At Iast she pushed aside our soil- ed dishes. This morning they could wait, for after all, Christmas comes but once a year. She drew a chair close to the little tree; took me on her lap and put into my hands one of the gifts she had prepared so lov- ingly. You see, she had contrived twin dolls out of homemade clothes- pins—painted their faces very clever- ly, and dressed them in scarlet flan- let from an old petticoat, wrapping them separately so that I would have more to open.” For a moment Miss Columbine sat silent, as if thinking; then she went on: “I do not, of course, remember every detail of this story; but it was told so often that the scene rises before me very clearly. I was so enthralled with my doll that I forgot to be curious about the’ other pack- age; and as I sat there on my mother’s knee, caressing this new baby, something, possibly the sense of being watched, drew her eyes away from me for a moment, and at what she saw her poor heart almost stopped beating. For there was a face at the window, peering in at us—the face of an Indian!” “My soul!” breathed Aurora in an awed whisper; and as if not hearing her, Miss Columbine continued: “Perhaps you young folks can’t realize what that meant to a pioneer woman alone in her cabin save for a little child. Instinctively her glance rose to the rifle lying ready for use on a shelf behind the stove. then fell to the fir tree: that emblem of ‘Peace on earth, goodwil to men’; and just as the door latch rattled ominously, she came to a decision. (To Be Continued) Altar Brought From France Hidden In Woods When English Captured French Fort In the Church of the Sacred Heart at Red Islands, a few miles from Sydney, Nova Scotia, is a storied altar that was brought from France in 1691. It was placed in the French fort at St. Peters, or Port Toulouse as it was then called. When the Eng- lish captured the fort the altar was carried off by the French to the woods, where it was hidden. Later it was found by the Indians, who jealously guarded it until a priest stationed at Red Island fin- ally persuaded them to allow him to remove it to the Roman Catholic church. The Explanation Mayor: “I never saw the park lit- tered so with paper as it is this morning. How do you account for it? Superintendent: “The park com- missioner had leaflets distributed yesterday asking people not to throw paper about.” Bell Still Cracked When Big Ben was installed in London 75 years ago, the huge bell cracked. Another bell was cast, but Quality In Binder Twine Shown Steady Improvement The binder twine being used to harvest Canada’s grain crop comes from a number of sources. Cana- dian made twine supplies a large part of the domestic demand and considerable quantities made in the Dominion are’ exported to other countries, but, binder twine from Several other countries has come to |share the Canadian market. The | greater part of the importations into Canada are from Great Britain, Ire- land and Holland and in recent years small quantities have also been re- ceived from Belgium and Germany. The law requires that each ball of binder twine sold in Canada shall bear a label stating the number of feet of twine per pound in the ball, whether 500, 550, 600 or 650 feet. This is a casé where quantity is the estimate of quality. Inspectors of culture Seed Branch inspect Cana- storage warehouses, and by a system of measurement and calculation de- termine the actual number of feet per pound as compared with the length guaranteed. Results of binder twine inspection ih recent years have shown a steady improvement in both Canadian and More than three hundred samples were taken of the twine distributed in Canada in 1934, the tests of which showed that 47 per cent. had actually more twine to the pound than was guaranteed and 14 per cent. had exactly the length guaranteed. The remainder of the samples had some shortage which was inconsider- able in most cases and only 2.5 per cent. had a shortage of over 5 per cent.. which is the limit of shortage allowed by law. Tensile strength in binder twine is not subject to legal control. In- spectors, however, give some atten- tion to this factor but it is now sel- dom that a sample is found in which the tensile strength is too weak for ordinary grain binding. Find Ancient Fossil May Have Roamed Seas Thirty Million Years Ago A large fossil found in lower creta- ceous formations on ‘the west coast of Vancouver Island may be part of an Ichthyosaurus that roamed the seas some 30,000,000 years ago, in the opinion of Professor M. F. Ban- croft, head of the geological survey party which salvaged the fossil. The fossil was found encased in rocks in front of the home of G. F. Smith, who said the waves had laid it bare some time within the last two years. Rey. Anthony Terhaar of Friendly Cove, B.C., assisted Profes- sor Bancroft in recovering the fos- sil. Another Modern Step Tahiti Is Waiting For Opening Of Beauty Parlor Natives of Papeete, Tahiti, are awaiting civilization’s final conquest. In a steady procession have come automobiles, electric lights, filling stations, radios, electric refriger- ators, telephones and movies. But it was only recently that ground was broken for a beauty parlor. Already a few girls have crimson finger and toe nails, plucked eyebrows, mas- caraed eyelashes and permanent waves, much to the consternation of the native fathers. Science has been able to create an electric spark that, during its brief life of one one-hundredth-thou- sandth of a second, is brighter than the sun. “We never hear our own voices exactly as other people hear them,” this also cracked on installation. It has remained cracked ever since. states a scientist. Probably that explains why so many of us sing. Inspection In Recent Years Has “T’'ve Proved Firestone Safe at Any Speed” says Kelly Quill the Dominion Department of Agri- dian made twine at the places of manufacture and imported twine at imported twine used in Canada. IN every community are records of individual sets of tires, but Firestone have been proved for six- teen years in the 500-mile Indianapolis Speedway ~ Race. Fearless drivers who stake life and victory on tires choose Firestone as the safest and most en- during. Accept with confidence the recommendations of these men—Firestone are safe for them and safe for you. See the nearest Firestone Dealer today. Firestone Little Helps For This Week “Therefore to him that knoweth to do good and doeth it not, to him it is sin.” James 4:17. Day by day, Dear Lord of Thee three things I pray; To see Thee mors clearly, To love Thee more dearly, To follow Thee more nearly, Day by day. Hurt not thy conscience with any known sin. Deep-rooted customs, though wrong, are not easily altered, but it is the duty of all to be firm in that which they certainly know is right for them. He often acts unjustly who does not do a certain thing, not only he who does a certain thing. Every duty we omit obscures some truth we should have known. Missionaries Use ’Plane Only Way To Reach Tribes In New Guinea The first air-missionaries of the Church of England are starting work in New Guinéa. int They are going to tackle one of the most difficult and dangerous jobs tmaginable, that of taking the Gospel to 40,000 tribesmen living in virgin and mountainous country to which the air affords the only access and where the natives are very wild. Six white men, with a staff of native teachers, will undertake the work, which, it is estimated, will cost $25,000 to establish and $10,000 a year to maintain. Their base will be at the Wau Goldfields, now rapid- ly devc:oping, and all supplies will come up by air from the coast. Pilot Has Lucky Landing A monoplane made a forced land- ing at Coney Island, New York, re- cently, in so small a space it had to be dismantled for removal. 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