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We all require more fluids in the «summer to replace the moisture lost rthrough sweating. The baby should be given ample opportunity to drink as much cool ’boiled water as he wants. 0n extremely hot days we are inclined to eat less than usual. Your baby may exhibit the same tendency. Offer the usual food but do not be unduly concerned if the total amount consumed is rather small. He knows better than you do his requirements for comfort and above all do not prolong the meal time by forcing food on an otherâ€" wise normal infant. The milk sup- ply must be particularly safeguarded during the summer. The heat causes an amazing growth of organisms, in milk which accounts for its rapid souring. Pasteurization destroys .many of these germs but for infant feeding it is always. wise to: boil the milk 3 to 5 minutes in addition. \Having prepared the baby’s formula (the bottle should be kept in a rezfrig- .erator until just before feeding time. Parents taking infants to the sum- mer cottage should be particularly Icareful of the local milk supply fwhich is usually not pasteurized. \Thorough boiling and refrigeration are most essential here and the use of canned evaporated milk properly diluted is a safe substitute for fresh .milk. Questions concerning Health, ad- dressed to the Canadian Medical As- sociation, 184 College Street, Toron- to, will be answered personally by ‘letter. YOUR BABY THIS SUMMER. Summertime should be the season when the infant citizens of Canada can build up the stores of health so necessary for normal growth and de- velopment. Too often the baby fails to do well during the warm weather because of the neglect of a few sim- ple rules of summer comfort. Even as you and I the child requires less clothing, and even fairly young in- fants may safely be reduced to a diaper and a cotton dress when it ‘is hot. Many parents, in an effort ‘to protect the baby against the ima- 'gined harmful effects of draughts, 'conti'nue to use the flannel binders, woollen vests and voluminous Outer ‘clothing. The result is a thoroughly 'uncomfortable child who is irritable and sleepless and who quickly ac- quires an extensive eruption. of prickly heat. Frequent tepid- baths and the liberal application of a dry- ing powder also are effective in pro- moting comfort. All mothers should take advantage of the opportunity to expose the infant to the beneficient trays of the sun. A healthy tan is easily gained if the unclothed child is permitted to lie in the sunshine for periods gradually increasing from: five minutes per day. Fair-skinned lindividuals are more susceptible to sunburn than their darker brethren hence the period of exposure should be shorter and more slowly increasâ€" ed. It is quite poesible with care tto safely build up a tan without the discomfort of a burn. Phone HYIand 2081 Res. Phone 9788 Johnston & Granston MANUFACTURERS & IMPORTERS 0F CANADIAN & FOREIGN Grnite Monuments mm wnwmv-mâ€"r W’ W 1â€"» x‘ THURSDAY, JULY 15th, 1937. TRAVEL SERVICE SHEPPARD & GILL LUMBER CO. PASSPORTS ARRANGED FOR Rail tickets and sleeper Reservations Richmond Hill Y. B. Tracy, Agent, Phone 1'69 Steamship Reservation: to Great Britain and the Continent. Premier service to West Indies Can. National Station MASSEY-HARRIS AGENT Farm Implements, Machinery and Repairs Telephone Richmond Hill 39 Dealers in Lumber, Lath, Shingles Ashphalt Roofing, Gyp-roc Telephone 27 1849 Yonge St. (east side) Between Mertan &: Balliol Sts. Charles Graham RICHMOND HILL Open Evenings Mrs. Morrison watched Sally ner- vously from behind her ruffled cur- tains. Twin spots of color burned in ‘her cheeks. . .as always happened when she was upset...her limp be- came more pronounced as she turned to look at the clock. Ten of six! She began to think Sally Wrinter would never leave. It had taken three broad hints... Now everything was peaceful in the living-room. Mrs. Morrison straightened a knife and fork, gave a finvaI satisfied look at her inviting table, and lowered herself into her rocker, creaking grimly. Not a bad girl, Sally, as girls go. Pretty, like they all were nowadays. But not too modern; that is, she didn’t use slaughter-house red on her nails, or chain-smoke. She was quite a cook too, judging by the chocolate layer cake she had just brought over. But that only made her more dan- gerous. A flighty girl might at- tract Billy...but she wouldn’t hold him. Billy ‘had sense. But a girl like Sally. . .pretty, w‘holesome and a good cook! That. was a real men- Obviously the girl felt attracted to Billy. She hadn't lived long in the house next door...but long en- ough to be dangerous. She’d made friends with Mrs. Morrison as they worked in their gardens. . .and she’d gotten into the habit of running- in during the day. She'd tried it at night when Billy's lamp was s’hinâ€" ing in the living room. But Mrs. Morrison hadn't asked her to come in; she’d beer pretty short with her No girl could make him as com- fortable as she could, she knew that. Now her face lit as Billy’s key turned in the lock. “And now...” He relaxed, loungâ€" ing in his chair. I’ve something to spring! I’ve had a raise. . .and you’re 0:oing to have a vacation!” He dhuc- kled at the sight of her startled smile and the way she dropped the uullover she was knitting him. “A couple of weeks at Asbury Park. Build you up! The boss says it’s a swell boarding house. Fine view of the ocean and good eats. . .” She didn’t want Billy to marry. He was a good son. Kind, devoted, hax'd- vorkfing. They were comfort- able together, she and Billy. He’d promised her father to look after Mom. And ‘he’d kept that promise faithfully; she had no cause for com- plairnt. He’d gone through high school, got a job and started to studv accounting in the evenings. She’d managed as best she could on the little insurance left them. Billy had- n’t actually suffered. . . .but he’d had little time for girls, thank goodness! 'Dhe last few years things had got better and better. He had only one more exam to take; then he’d be a full-fledged acc0untant with the pro- mise of a fine job. They’d have oil- ’heating put in and electric c00kér. Mrs. Morrison hurried to the kit- chen the coffee was nerking. _Yes. she and her son had got on well together. She alwavs had loss in t1he ooen fire in Winter with Billy’s armchair at the blaze, his slippers were warmed and his pipe on the mantel. 01', in summer the Wind- ows flung' to the breeze, plenty of henlflhful salads and iced tea. She look-ed after his clothés scruâ€" pulously. Kept his drawers tidy, mended his clothes and socks, pressed his pants, she was a mgular valet. . . and liked doing“ it! “Hello, Mom!” He kissed her. “Good day? Had any visitors?” She noticéd with approval how sleek his hair was. how wellâ€"fed he looked, how nicely he kept his hands. She made him grin with an ac- count of the funny things Elsa had said; Elsa was tlhe Polish girl who came twice: wpieklv to do fhe hard scrubbing. She told him about the rector’s Wife dropping inâ€" They sat down to supper. She was pleased with the way his eyes sparkled at the sight of her chicken potpie. He relished the layer cake. She didn’t say Sally had made it; let him think it was that new bak- ery. ..so the girl hadn’t tried‘ that a- gain! “Lover dear!" She leaped forâ€" ward, her mind at work. “When do we start? What shall I pack for you?” But she didn’t me-ntibn Sally, though the girl’s chatter had been the liveliest of the lot. He held up a restraining hand. “Not me Mom! I can’t make it. This promotion means a whole lot more work. . .I’ll be up to my ears! But you’re going- and if you behave‘ yourself I‘ll run down at the week- end and We’ll go on a binge toge- ther.” “But son!" Her face fell. The Mrs. Connistey had lingered ovei visions disappeared. She had seen their coffee, the guests had long herself, in a flash walking on the since left the tables, Raymond Jen. board-walk, her am thrOug-h his. kins being the last to leave, as us- LIBERAL, RICHMOND HILL, ONTARIO WWWW Rocking on the porch, Billy in the next chair. “I can’t leave you beâ€" hind alone. Who'd look after you? Who’d get your meals ?” “I’ll grab something in the city.” He waved away her objections. “Elsa can come more often. I’ll get by.” He grinned. Do me good to hustle . . .I’m getting soft!” Her mind was icy with forbad- inxgs. Go away and leave him to that girl next door. That Sally! She’d be finding excuses to run over, she’d bring him a pie 01‘ something. Next thing- you knew, she’d be mak- ing free inside the house. . . Suddenly her eyes gleamed. She had thought of a Way out. She’d go. It would never do to let him see she hated to leave him on his own! Yes she’d go. . .but she wouldn’t stay two weeks. Two days maybe. Then she’d come home un- expectedly. She’d say she was home- sick...the place didn’t agree with her. . .the sea air hurt her leg. He’d laugh at her and kid her for‘such feminine behaviour...(but it would be wonth it. She’d be back in three days. He couldn’t get into much trouble in that short time! Her spirits soared as she got out of her taxi 'at Seaview. Quite a swell place with crisp white curâ€" tains, shining brasses, and a flight of high scrubbed steps. She liked its plant-filled uporch, its cheery lounge and her airy bedroom with the smell of the ocean seeping through the windows. She liked ‘buxom Mrs. Connistey, the proprietress too. The women took a fancy to each other. . .so that Mrs. Connistey seated Mrs. Morrison at her own pleasant table for eight. She didn’t know what it was made her take such an interest in the man opposite. But he had a curious fascination for her. She talked to him a lot. He seemed a bit lost. Not that she approved of him. He struck her indeed, as a bit of a sissy. He didn’t talk as the other young men talked, of sports and politics. He talked about his grand- mother, with whom he lived, and their pets, a dog and a parrot. He seemed, to Mrs. Morrison’s critical eye. to be far too much interested in his food, a faintly greedy look in his spectacled eyes disgusted her. Only thirty-eight...and distinctly overweight, with a growing corpor- ation! Nice people stayed at Seaview. Eating her soup Mrs. Morrison was suddenly relieved that Billy would not come! Altogether there were too many pretty young girls. Any one of them might have shared his fancy...and a lot could happen in two weeks, at the ocean. There were some cou'ples too and a widower. And a plump youngish- old man, who sat opposite her. No, she didn’t like him. He re- minded her, vaguely and tantalizingâ€" 1y of some one she knew. But when she'tried to track down the resemâ€" blance Way. His name, she learned was Ray- ment Jenkins. She noticed him later in the lounge. How plump his hands were! And his clothes a bit dandi- fied. Dinah safer at horne, she decided. Because the girls were a man-mad lot. Almost every one was paired 'off...for dancing, bathing and rid- 'ing. The only one they didn’t seem “co bother about was Raymond Jen- kins. Mrs. Morrison could hardly blame them, he wasn’t active...and he was certainly greedy. He lived 'for his mealsâ€"and his seat in the 'shade! She described Raymond and the 'others in her nightly letter to Billy. 'She didn’t say much about the girls ...it might make him think of run- ning up here. And he was s‘acfer at home, probably. ...until she went through all her friends and acquaintances trying to track it down. With no succeSS. She still hadn’t caught that resem- blance. It baffled and annoyed her Billy’s letters came regularly.... frank, open letters, hiding nothing. Perhaps, after all sh-e’d stay a week she was so comfortable here, and he seemed to be getting on all right. There was no mention of that girl anyway. And she enjoyed Mrs. Connisbey. They went on drives together in her second-hand car. Mrs. Connistey yamed away abOut the boarding- house business, it was rather thrill- mg. She was very much at home with Mrs. Connistey, when Billy’s fateful letter arrived on the fifth day of her stay. Color rushed into her cheeks as she read it. Half a dozen pictures fell on the table. She and Mrs. Connistey had lingered over their coffee, the guests had long since left the tables, Raymond Jenâ€" it eluded her in an irritating ual...pretty well stuffed with cho- colate pudding. “Trouble?” Mrs. Connistey raised sympathetic eyebrows. “Not at all!” Mrs. Morrison heard her own voice, sounding' quite calm and natural. . .and her own duplicity amazed her. “Just a letter from my son!” She pushed the pictures to- ward Mrs. Conniste'y. They would son!” She pushed the pictures to- ward Mrs. Conniste'y. They would occupy her. “Most of these are of ...o(t' the girl next door.” Her mind whirled furiously. She had thought Billy was. so safe. But that Sally had beaten hsr! Look at those pictures. Billy with a casual arm around Sally’s shoulders. Sally, playing the hose and laughing. Laughing at Billy, no doubt! Sally looked radiantâ€"triumphant. To a casual eye they-e was noth- ing shattering in the letter. But to a mother who read between the lines. “She’s a sweet kid, isn’t she?” he wrote innocently. “And she thinks the world of you Mom! When you get back ask her in to Sunday sup- per. . ." Mrs. Morrison sat rigid. She must leave. She must go home. She’d get rid of that girl...somehow. She would make Sally feel she wasn’t wanted. The girl should see... “Nice girl!” Mrs. Connistey was admiring Sally. “Cute and sensible, too. Your son’s a good picker!” Sud- denly she started, frowning at the next snap. One of Billy, it was. “Who’s this? He reminds me of poor Mr. Jenkins!" She stopped, red- dening with embarrassment. “Your son? Well. . .orf course...he is not really like Mr. Jenkins. Not so far.” She was confused and stammering'. “Just a trick of the shadoWs, I guess...but it does have a look of poor Raymond!” She shook her head. “Regular mother’s boy he is. She kept him tied to her apron strings till she died, after that he lived with his grandmother. And she’s even worse! Pity isn’t it?” Mrs. Morrison murmured some- thing unintelligible. Stiff in her chair she scooped the snapshots to- wards her and stared at Billy. That was it! There was a resemblance. The one that had eluded her. Oh, just a fleeting resemblance...but it was there all right. She cauldn’t cheat herself. Billy wasn't fat, ‘but he was getting that sleek, well-fed look. She felt hot as she remember- ed how he had begun to take too engrossed an interest in her good cooking how he helped himself more lavishly to cakes and pudd- ings. Her son. . .like that repulsive Jen- kins boy! He couldn’t be. Raymond Jenkins was spoiled. . .a sissy... She stopped in her thoughts, horâ€" I] Maclean’s (24 iuues) 1 yr. D Chatelaine . . . . . . . . 1 yr. I] Canadian . . . . . . . . . 1 yr. El National Horn: Manchly . . . . . . . . . . 1 yr. DPictoI-ial Review. . . .1 yr. El Canadian Horticulture and Home Magazine . . .1yr. buuscnpuons taken at The Liberal “I used to be a bit possessive aâ€" bout my lads. But I learned sense.” She chuckled. “They’re both marâ€" ried. . .and they have no time to get fat, believe me‘. Fine lab and they think the world of their moth er.” Her bright eyes sought Mrs. Morrison’s. f‘And believe me I’m happier working. It keeps me alive ...2md I’m no burden on them. Their wives respect me too!” She leaned forward. “Which reminds me Mrs. Morrison, I’ve a plan I wanted to suggest to you. . .” rified. Was that what she was doâ€" ing to Billy? Turning him into 3. Raymond Jenkins. She tried to smile as she heard Mrs. Connistey’s soothâ€" ing voice running on. It was very late before Mrs. Mor- rison retired to her fresh, Seaâ€"smell- ing bedroom. Her head was held high, her eyes were clear and her limp was barely noticeable, as she wenet to the little writing desk and pulled a sheet of paper toward her. “Dear son,” she wrote. “Why not bring Sally down here, when you 'can come this week-end? As you say, she’s a sweet girl.” She paused a minute and went on rap-idly. “I have a business proposition to make you. Mrs. Connistey is taking the property next door...enlarg'ing this 'place. She wants me to go into partnership with her. And I’d like to. You’ll be marrying one of these days.” Her pen faltered a. moment ...but only for a moment. “And I don’t want you to wait t00 Tong. There’s nothing more awful than a man tied to his mother’s apron strings. It’s simply a thing I won’t permit!” HOW TO DELIGHT THE EDITOR A new game entitled: “The Editor’s! Delight,” is played this way: Take a sheet of ordinary Writing paper, fold» it carefully, and encIOSe a cheque or postal note sufficiently large to pa}r up all arrears, and one year in ad- vance. Keep an eye on the editor and if a smile adorns his face, the trick works like a charm. Now is' the time to play the joke.â€"Northern Observer, Sioux Lookout. HARRY R. 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