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Mfr... ...;.__.--. L ,, H..- _ 5: _.__.______~ r I Its Sale is Phenonieiialm Its Quality is irreproachablc H259 Is the Purest and Most Cleanly Prepared Tea -.v l RACLES==By Sophie Kerr “Just like when he was a little fel- PART I. " fl . It . ‘. c h . dc twp low, she thought. My little boy, my was very quiet t ere in i ~ httle boy! Never had a chanceâ€" i was something about hei that got] through even his customary sluggishl arrogance, warning him not to force on issue. l He rummaged in the pantry and; brought out cold meat, bread, thick sugar cookies, half a custard pie. He decided that it was hardly worth while} to build a fire, such a hot day and‘ all; but he went out to the spring? house and got a pitcher of milk, some: butter, and a dish of cottage cliccse.l Not a very good dinner, as Josephl Bishop’s dinners usually went, but iti would serve. Lottie Sanders could cook him a hot, filling meal to-night. l, All of the food he put on the clean‘ i-scoured kitchen table, and as he sat ‘tliere. and slowly and noisily devoured‘ ‘it, smacking his lips over the icy milk' V in the world iâ€"that was a keen idea, cold milk in- l Oh: Famer‘ keell the little house: stead of coffee. on a day like this, he: told himselfâ€"~he thought about the‘ coming harvest and about the sick boy upstairs. Today was Monday. lfl Bobby lasted till Thursday they couldl have the funeral on Sunday. Thatl would leave the next week clear fork the harvest, and no workday lost. There was nothing consciously brutal} in the mind of Joseph Bishop as he, made these plans. He had alwaysx prided himself on his forehandedness,‘ land laid his success as a farmer to looking ahead when most of the farm-i 9 room ver uiet and very hot. A ,, , ’ ~, _. r .. v bare ’roomylike many other farm bed- gills? IBCZtn’It “I’ldii'rgel‘eieilglshiliilg "1 ei’s :bOUtbwfiilea as lie truthfuly Sath’i r00 ' ' , d walls and ' ' t ‘ . _ “coring e in am trying to ca cn1 ms, With Whltew'lslle She had almost finished hei task,up with themselves.» And he had: Plain, ugly furniture, the green! Wav' when she heard Joseph Bishop, her? ‘ ery glass 0f the Square 0f mirror over husband come into the kitchen letâ€" ‘ ‘ the chest of drawers reflecting the -‘. ’ . ' ~ . in glare 0f sunlight beyond the Shade of IIIIIE. thSeliscgliiiieriifl asnldnbeiii 12:11:23: 1 I _ the swamp maples that Spr‘iadBclbfige if the noise had disturbed Bobeâ€"she‘ r" and around the house. M01 y 15 p almost wished it would, it had beeni 100ked out anXIOUSIY into this glare' so long since he had noticed anything; "If it’d only rain, 01' this SPen Ofi She drew the cool cloth once more; ‘ , I In ' heat let up a little. I know the fever d across his forehead, and went quickly But it’s like a sea of brass,",downstairs. -That was to prevent Jo-i heard so much praise for his forc- liandedness, and took such credit to. himself for it, that it had become a. dear vanity with him, and second naâ€" ture to exercise it. i It was the way in which he had, been roared. His had been a pinched; repressed, hard-working childhood,- without one gleam of natural joy or , _ break. " she murmured to herself. f‘ReCkon seph from coming up. Indeed, he was i 1’“ sponge him Off again llke Doc at the foot of the stairs as she reached PT, Pruitt said, and seeâ€"anyway I gOt.the head of them, and she held up a l to keep trying.” lwarning hand to stay him. She turned back with resolution to: “How’s he now?” asked Joseph the bed, and dipped white linen cloths Bishop anxiously, but not lowering his swiftly and deftly into cold water.[v01ce. Her hands, thin and worn, knotted ati tenderness over her patient. He was “Yes, I saw ’im.” her only son, and as he lay there,‘ ‘ ‘ flushed and hot and vaguely mutter-Lheao ominously. blood drip away from her heart inLture, loudâ€"voiced. ‘ apprehension. Bobby sixteen, yet there was sometliing'acter might observe. babyish about his forehead, still clear, “What did he say?” demanded and white in contrast with the deep Molly Bishop. ‘What did he say, Joe? tan of the rest of his face, and more’Tell me every word.” _ -. bainsh still his blond hair, which hadI She had got him out into the kit- ‘ grow out since his illness, curled inlchen again, and shut the door at the {Etiful ringlets about his whiteness.,foot of the stairs. olly Bishop, as she bathed him,l ‘ found herself looking at these ring-{Fever’s lasted too long. He thought lots, and tears dropped slowly downr’t’d surely break the seventh day, and her cheeks. lwhen'it didn’t he said he was certain hasn’t broke on the ninth, Bobby'll couple days go into a deeper stupor, and that’ll be the end.” If the words had been blows from Joe Bishop’s powerful hands, his wife could not have shrunk and winced under them more abjectly. Her thin face, already shadowed with the pal- lor of fatigue and misery, turned al- most blue-white. She caught at the kitchen table to keep herself from falling. “Oh, don’t, Joe! Don’t!” she cried out in an actual physical agony. “He couldn’t have meant that, Doc Pruitt couldn’t. He couldn't have meant that Bobby’s got to die; that there ain’t any real hope for him.” “That’s what he said. right at harvest time, too. I dunno Where I’ll be able to find an extra hand.” “Oh, what’s the harvest!” Molly Bishop’s voice rose in a cry of‘ de- spair. “By cripes, Molly, you’re wandering in your mind!” said her husband, se- verely. “Wheat's going to two dollars this falll" ‘ ‘ “Did Doc say there was no hope?” pleaded, disregarding his statement about the wheat. “Not a bit? Bobby’s never been what you might call puny, though he never was so stout, neither. Looks ’s if he could surely get out from under a little spell of fever.” Her hollow eyes implored him. “N0, he said they wasn’t no hope, and it’d be all over in two-three days now.” He flung it at her squarely, impatient at her insistence. Molly Bishop dropped into a chair and flung her apron over her head. She. did not cry, she did not say a word, only sat still, numb with the pain of it Her husband waited a lit- tle and his impatience increased. He? gave a long, noisy sigh. ‘ “We goin’ to have dinner today?" he asked at last, for he was a mani who liked to eat hearty, rich food‘ three times a day. l His wife dropped the apron and satI up in the chair, dry-eyed and resolute. “You can go over to the Sanderses and get Lottie Sanders to come and; cook,” she said. “I ain’t going to stir:' out of Bobby’s room again till'the end i comes. I guess his mother can do‘ that much for him.” i “If there’s anything cooked up I‘ could eat it cold before I go over to A Lifebuoy bath Cool. fresh, rested skin tingling with health and comfortâ€"- Feeling cleaner than you ever felt beforeâ€"â€" Becauseof the big, creamy lpthcr of Lifebuoy. “Just the same’s far’s I can see. Did ‘afl-ection, ' the joints, moved in an agony ofiyou see Doc Pruitt in town?” known “He said there wasn’t no hopes lit’d break on the ninth. And now it just lay there like that and in a‘ It is hardâ€" ' diversion. His father was an Old-‘ lTestament parent, sparing not the, .rod, harsh to his children, thrifty to? the point of cold penury. His mother lwas a drudge, crushed under the lheavy work of her household. Joseph ‘Bishop had learned from his cradle only ,to work and save. Joy, beauty," sympathy, His thought went on, slowly, thick- Joseph Bishop wagwed his heavy ‘1 to t} - . . . He was a big! thick, ,jiz’liws. ie time of his munching heavy Whether they had Bobby's fun- Ing incoherent words, she felt the‘clumsy man, ruddy and blunt of fea- 91.81 on Sunday or any day next week, . . .. a man Withoutgthey’d have to get Parson Wayne to Bishop wasjnervcs or senSibility a reader of char-spread.1 the funeral sermon, beam,e ‘his own pastor, Parson Higgins, had .gone out to Arizona for his health and the two churches were having union meetings. He did not particularly want Parâ€" son Wayne, for the little old man had always stood rather on his dignity with Joseph Bishop, and the farmer somehow suspected the minister of not thinking as well of him as his standing in the community command- ‘eo'. However, that could not be helpâ€" ed now. If Parson Wayne was the only preacher in the neighborhood, he would haie to preach Bobby’s funeral sermon. (To be continued.) A SIMPLE BUT PRETTY FROCK. 4382. Dotted Swiss and organdy are here combined. The model is prac- tical and suitable for all wash fabrics,; as well as for silk and cloth. The col-E lar and panels may be omitted. In; red and white dotted percale withi trimming of white linene, this stylel will be very pleasing. The Pattern is cut in 4 Sizes: 6, 8,? 10, and 12 years. A 10-year size reâ€"i quires 3%. yards of 40-inch material” To make sash, collar, cuffs, pocket‘ and sleeve facings of contrasting ma-,‘ terial requires 1 yard 32 inches wide: Pattern mailed to any address Ollg receipt of 15c in silver or stamps, by‘ the “'iison Publishing Co., ’73 \Vest Adelaide St., Toronto. Allow two weeks for receipt of pattern. Sanderses.” suggested Joe Bishop, for. , his stomach was clamoring for its 30- 1 Icustomed load. “Maybe with a cup; of coffee.” ‘ i “If you want you can build the fire land make yourself some coffee,” reâ€" turned Molly, “And whatever there is is right there in the pantry.” She 'left the room. and Joe Bishop heard her going upstairs. He was annowd â€"there was no reason why she shouldn’t have taken time to make him a cup of coflee; but he didn't insist, though usually he made it a1 point not to liumor Molly’s vagaries.’ lV'Vhen he married he let her knowl Ffifiifi fig? I. 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