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THE
YELLOW
BRIAR

A Story of the Irish on the
Canadian Countryside

By PATRICK SLATER

By arrangement with Thomas
Allen, Publisher, Toronto,

Ont.

CHAPTER VIII.—Continued

Bob finally tired of watching the
antics of the excited heifer and the
silly goings on of the man. He
jumped up on Marshall and whined
at him, invited him to exercise a
little commonsense. Then he led the
man in quite another direction and
far off from the cow, and there across
the creek and over a little knoll, the
excited heifer, chasing after them,
Saw the two brutes find her hidden
calf.

Now, you apprehend, gentlemen, I
am merely summing up the facts
for your guidance; and from these
facts you will draw your own con-
clusions. I am not suggesting that
Bob thought the silly, little, soft-
skinned calf would be safer in the
farm stable than lying unprotected in
a lonely bush. Neither am I ask-
ing you to find on this evidence that
Bob wanted the calf at the home-
stead because that would make it a
simpler job for him to drive the
mother up there twice daily. I do
not say that Bob wanted the calf
taken up at all. I should, however,
point eut to you that the uncon-
tradicted evidence discloses that the
dog showed unmistakable signs of
delight as Marshall hoisted the
eighty weight of young life acrdss
his shoulders, and gripping the soft
legs, trudged homeward followed by
the excited and wild-eyed mother. As
I said before, I am merely summing
up the facts for you.

It is, of course, merely @ play of
fancy to attribute to a dog the
thoughts of the human mind. What
the woman he loves really thinks of
him is past any man’s finding out;
and next to that, comes the mystery
of what is going on in the mind of
his dog. The human cannot even
know what sort of a world it is a dog
thinks he is living in. The creature's
concepts of time and space may be
different from ours. Objects may
have other color tones for him; and
sounds that please some human ears
are often painfully distressing to a
dog. Neither the master nor his dog
can ever know the physical world
Save as thoughts floating on a stream
of consciousness. If that world exists
other than as thought, neither of
them can know anything about it;
and since they cannot talk the mat-
ter over and compare notes, the dog
and his man can never be quite sure
their separate dream worlds are simi-
lar in kind to one another. é

But a man does know and can un-
derstand the feelings and emotions of
his dog. He knows, for instance,
that the dog has a conscience, and
is sorry for his sins. He knows that
for the dog anything is a sin that
displeases his master; and that in
the dog’s life such sins are usually
committed because he does not un-
derstand. As with the dog, so with
the human, sin is caused by lack of
love or bv ignorance.

Well, up on that Mono farm, time
kept flying by; and by the spring of
1854, we had buried Old Hickory
Mick, the Catholic school teacher.
The Orange families in the section
felt easier in mind, now, that they

had for master a good Protestant

like Nathaniel Carson, who did not
believe in a god at all. Meanwhile,

Bob O'New Pitsligo had grown into’
an orderly and quiet dog. Once in
awhile, he might go off for a day or
two, to come back with the fatigue
of love in his brown eyes; but the
days of joyous play and romping

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were no more for Bob; nor for his
boy, Charlie, who was now a sturdy,
serious-minded lad of fourtegn. They
remained as great friends as ever,
but neither saw any occasion for dis-
playing feelings that were deepening
with the passing years. Charlie had
developed into a regular, thorough-
going, young farmer, much to his
father’s pride and joy; and Bob still
brought the milk cows home.

Yes, time kept stipping away like
dry sand through one’s fingers. Rev.
C. M. Clarke came to the Mono
Wesleyan circuit to carry on what he
called his peripatetic ministry. He
was a well-educated young English-
man from the town of Bristol, full
of enthusiasm and painstaking to a
fault; but he was a greenhorn on
his first preaching appointment in
Canada—and he was no horseman.
He arrived at Mono Mills on foot;
and the local Quarterly Board direct-
ed one of its brethren, Thomas Hen-
derson, to secure the new minister a
horse to bear him over the long
stretches between his preaching ap-
pointments. ‘The minister thanked
the board kindly, but begged them
earnestly to secure him a quiet,
docile beast. They finally bought him
a bay mare from a farmer down
Sand Hill way. Several of the
brethren had on occasions observed
the shabby old mare standing untied
on the village street, patiently await-
ing her master’s pleasure; and they
all agreed she would make a reliable
mount for the inexperienced young
clergyman.

After powerful assurances had
been given him, Rev. Mr. Clarke was
hoisted into the saddle and set off
on his way. The mare, Meg, was
gentle with her shaky charge, and
faithful enough to be sure; but she
pulled up sedately at the first tavern
door on the 6th line, and not a step
farther would she budge for him un-
til her rider had dismounted. In
those days there was a tavern every
mile or two on any road on which
teaming was done. The indignant
clergyman left his gift horse stand-
ing at the third tavern door and
fared away stoutly on foot. Nor
could he ever be induced“to mount a
saddle again.

Throughout the year, there was a
constant pressure of heavy work to
be done on the Marshall farm. Even
the floating field stones were turning
into silver, as saleable grey lime, in
rude kilns that kept crying out for
hardwood, and were never satisfied.
The Canada Jay came around each
spring to tell us to get the buckets
out and tap the sugar maple bush.
There was a steady throng of work;
but there always seemed to be plenty
of hands to do it. A neighbor’s
daughter was helping in the house;
and Sarah Duncan, with her sweet,
homely old face, was up from the
village half the time, doing the fam-
ily's sewing and mending. The
Marshalls always kept a hired man
and wife who lived in; and in the
fall of ’54 William Edwards and his
wife were completing their second
year of service on the farm. They
had come from down in New York
State; and when their time was up
that fall they decided to go down
home for the winter.

One gets to know people well after
living on the same farm with them
for two years. Edwards was a quiet-
spoken man, clean and tidy in his
personal habits, and gentle with
every creature about the place. The
children liked him, and tagged after
him in his work. His wife, in Mrs.
Marshall's opinion, was a bit scat-
ter-witted; but she was a caution to
work, and she did not talk back.
Edwards, himself, was religiously
minded in an emotional way. He
made a practice of praying aloud;
and he made special efforts that God
would hear his prayers. As a de-
vout, Primitive Methodist, he stoutly
maintined we should have cold vyic-
tuals on the Lord’s Day, which al-
ways struck me as a curious notion
for a hired man to have. I shall al-
Ways remember his appearance; be-
cause he had the high-domed skull of
Arthur, the Duke of Wellington. His
principal worry in life seemed to be
the bald spot that was Spreading
from his forehead back to the quar-
ters where the pig brains lie. To
remedy it, he was using “Close-
hugh's Tricopherous”, a sovereign,
patent medicine for bald heads in
those days, guaranteed to quicken
the hair roots into active life and to
Srow a healthy swath after the third
bottle.

Everybody about the place felt
Sorry the young couple were leaving.

Edwards was paid off, and the couple

Patches of golden ochre and of bril-
liant crimson were showing on the
wooded hillslopes. And, here and
there, the frost had dashed the foli-
age of a spreading branch with the
carmine of dark scarlet wine, which
was fading at the edges into the rich
brown of dead leaves idly fluttering
down. ,

The night before they left neigh-
bors dropped over to wish them god-

Speed; the respectable young couple

Sugar maples were turning the time

Prepared to go on their way. Above!
the faded green of the late summer, |

were well thought of in the little
community. And you know the sort
of thing it was. The men cracked
butternuts before the big fireplace;
and the womanfolk amused them-
selves in their simple way. Hymns
were sung and some victuals were
served before the party broke up.
Oh! yes, Mrs. Edwards would write
—she was one of those giggling
women—and tell the folk all about
their trip.

It had been arranged that Charlie
Marshall take the wagon and team,
and give the Edwards a lift as far as
Toronto, And I wish you to know
this was a mighty important affair
in the eyes of young Charlie. He
was being trusted with that valuable

.team of bays—all on his own, as you

may say. He was taking some pro-
duce down to his grandma at the
Tavern Tyrone—a firkin of butter,
hams and a few dressed chicken;
and he might stay with her for a
day or two. So he was all spruced
up for the cecasion. The harness had
been oiled and the wagon wheels
greased. Charlie’s boots were shined
to perfection; and Edwards had given
him a dandy hair trim.

The party set off bright and early
in the morning. They left with every
one in the best of spirits, save Bob
O'New Pitsligo. The dog had planned,
of course, to go along; but, at the
last moment, Mrs. Marshall played a
dirty trick on him, and tied him up.
But a wise dog knows it is a long
lane that has no turning. Bob
amused himself cracking fleas dur-
ing the day, and consoled his soul in
patience.

The time came for bringing the
cows home for the evening milking.
So, of course, they let Bob loose. But
the dog’s mind was not on the cows.
He quietly trotted down the lane, and
took the first turning to the left.
Paddy was sent for the cows; and
the milking was late.

At daybreak the next morning,
Bob was back scratching at the kit-
chen door.

He looked a bit travel-worn; and
his muzzle was stained. Marshall
scolded the dog harshly.

“Oh! let poor Bobbie be!” said the
wife, “he is greeting for his lad.”

(To Be Continued)

In Danger Of Extinction

Unless Strict Regulations Observed

Whales Will Vanish From Seas

“The whale that wanders round
the Pole,” as Hilaire Belloc has ob-
served, “is not a table fish.” *Would
that it were; for whereas herrings
and their like are thrust back into
the ocean to maintain prices the
whale, so popular is its oil, is in seri-
ous danger of extinction.

If the agreement reached between
11 governments interested in whaling
is ratified, however, it should do a
good deal to maintain the stock of
whales. Of the three principal classi-
fications of whales, the Right whale,
which used to be hunted by the Bas-
ques in the Bay of Biscay, is already
almost extinct; the monstrous-head-
ed sperm whale, denzin of the tropi-
cal seas, is rare; and only the gigan-
tic blue whale and the fin-whale are
the subjects of competitive harpoon-
ing between British and Norwegian
companies in the Antarctic seas.

A Geneva convention ratified in
1935 forbade the killing of Right
whales, of calf whales, and of im-
mature cow whales. (The cow whale
is supposed to bear only one calf in
two years.) The new agreement ex-
tends the prohibition to sperm whales
and, most important, also fixes a nine
months’ close season for killing
whales from the floating factories.

Last year, after a long and un-
fortunate dispute with Norway, the
British whalers agreed to a three
months’ harpooning season, and it is
obviously desirable that this should
become permanent. Although Bri-
tain and Norway between them are
responsible for four-fifths of the
whales caught it is necessary that the
other powers should come in, and it
is probable since the efficiency and
speed of harpooning and of extract-
ing oil from whales grow that an
agreed quota limiting the whale
“output” should also be regularly
arranged.

For unless whaling is strictly regu-
lated this remarkable beast may
soon join the white rhinoceros in
oblivion.—Manchester Guardian.

Governor-Generalities

Always humorous Lord Tweeds-
muir can be depended on for a spark
of laughter when he speaks. Address-
ing a group recently at Kingston, the
Governor-General mentioned that he
could not talk on subjects of politi-
cal contention. He ‘added he was
hedged about in his speaking, saying:
“In fact, I am confined to Governor-
Generalities.”

Found in the rivers and lakes of
tropical America, the four-eyed min-
now has an upper and lower set of
eyes.

Very few parrots breed in captivity
in the United States. 2212

Camaial Western Northland

Use Of Aircraft Makes Transporta-
tion And Exploration Less
Difficult
“Canada’s Western Northland,” a
companion publication to “Canada’s
Eastern Arctic,” published in 1934,
has just been issued by the Lands,
Parks and Forests Branch of the
Department of Mines and Resources.
A most informative and interesting—
even fascinating—booklet, it deals
with the history, resources, popula-
tion and administration of the main-
land portion of the Northwest Terri-
tories and the more southwesterly
islands of the Arctic Archipelago.
These two reports bring up to date
and correlate available information

relating to Canada’s Northland.

Canada’s Arctic possessions are,
geographically, divided by Nature
into two parts—the Western Arctic,
reached from the Pacific ocean and
down the Mackenzie river; and the
Hastern Arctic to which access is
gained from the Atlantic ocean and
Hudson bay. Brought about by the
ever-widening search for minerals
and by the use of aircraft as a means
of transportation and exploration,
impressions of the Northwest Terri-
tories have undergone considerable
change within the past twenty years.
Once regarded as being almost in-
accessible, many areas are to-day
within a few hours’ flying time of a
number of cities and towns in West-
ern Canada. In spite of the northern
latitude, the Territories are not en-
tirely regions of perpetual ice and
snow. The winter is long and cold
but in the short summer the temper-
atures are high and the long periods
of sunlight promote rapid growth of
vegetation. In many parts of the
Mackenzie Valley vegetables are
grown for local consumption, and the
So-called “barren lands’ yield a pro-
fusion of wild flowers and mosses.

Since the seventeenth century the
Territories have been an important
producer of furs, and have contribut-
ed upwards of $27,000,000 in furs
Since 1922, Having in mind the need
of conserving the game and fur-
bearing animals as a means of live-
lihood for the Indians and Eskimos,
the Canadian Government has set
aside large areas as native game pre-
Serves. While the fur trade is still
a chief industry, the future of the
Northwest Territories lies also in the
development of its mineral resources.
Previous to 1929 the most important
mineral development was the dis-
covery of oil on the Mackenzie river
near Norman. Then in 1930 came the
notable discovery of pitchblende-sil-
ver deposits, from which radium is
obtained, at Great Bear Lake, and in
1936 a promising gold strike was
made at Gordon Lake.

“Canada’s Western Northland”
brings out many interesting facts
regarding the population, white and
native, the industries, institutions,
transportations and communications,
climate, mammals and birds, fish,
flora, forests, geology and water-
powers. It contains 52 illustrations,
and gives the latest information
available concerning Canada’s West-
ern Arctic possessions, Copies may
be had upon application to the Direc-
tor of the Lands, Parks and Forests
Branch, Department of Mines and
Resources, Ottawa,

There’s No Safety In Numbers

Not Where Flies Are Concerned
Anyway

The number of flies that can trace
their origin to one single female
house-fly during the season runs into
the millions,

When you consider that each single
one of this host is an individual car-
rier of the worst sort of filth, it
must be obvious how important it is
to combat this menace. Flies delight

in feeding on uncovered garbage, | 4

refuse, rotting animal and vegetable
matter, horse manure, in fact, every-
thing that is particularly obnoxious
to us humans.

Think what may happen if one of
the loathsome pests gets into a home
and is left unmolested, The baby’s
bottle, even the sleeping baby’s lips,
and any food or drink left, are choice
spots on which he will settle, leaving
disease and even death in his wake.

What are we to do to fight this
menace? Remove or protect all the
breeding grounds we have mentioned
and any others that may prove}
breeding grounds for flies, and keep}
doors and windows protected with!
adequate screens, Cover all food and
drink at all times. And, to make
assurance doubly sure, place some|
Wilson’s Fly Pads around the house
in every room. They attract the flies
and kill them all very quickly.

—— ee
By Any Other Name

At a prune breakfast given in San
Jose, California, the suggestion was
made that the prune should be
renamed “Petite Pomme Noir
d'Amour,” or “Little Black Apple of
Love.” However, the growers think
that if a change in name is necessary

“AFTER

TEETH SPARKLING

Visits Home Of Ancestors

Prime Minister Mackenzie King Ex-
plores Old Manor House In
Scotland

Mr. W. L. Mackenzie King, Prime
Minister of Canada, was able recent-
ly to satisfy a life-long ambition.

He traced the birthplace of his
paternal grandfather to Ladysford,
Tyrie, and had tea in the room in
which probably that pioneer was
christened. Before leaving, Mr. Mac-
Kenzie King was presented with a
carved wooden chair which had come
from the old church at Tyrie.

It was indeed a day that the Cana-
dian Premier will look back upon
with the happiest of memories. Again
and again he expressed his delight
as he examined the old manor house
which was his grandfather's home
before he went to Canada with the
Royal Horse Artillery.

“It is a great pleasure to me
to visit the home of my grandpar-
ents,” he said. “I only wish my
father could haye been here along
with me.”

It was by the happiest of coin-
cidences that Mr. Mackenzie King
was able to satisfy his lifelong wish.
When he heard that he was to be
offered the freedom of Aberdeen, he
immediately wrote to Lady Aberdeen
asking her if she could make some
inquiries as to the birthplace of his
grandfather.

Lady Aberdeen got in touch with
Mr. A. G. Brown, a former provost
of Fraserburgh, who, after making an
extensive search, discovered that it
was at Ladysford that Mr. Mac-
kenzie King’s grandfather, Mr. John
King, had spent his early days. It
was a short time later that Mr.
Brown received conclusive evidence
from Register House in Edinburgh
that Ladysford had actually been the
home of Mr. John King.

The Dominion Premier could hard-
ly wait to visit the old- place.

They motored to the house, which
is surrounded by a lovely garden,
descended on the surprised occupant,
Mrs. Davidson, tenant of the farm of
Ladysford, and for an hour Mr, Mac-
kenzie King explored the building
and its surroundings, being charmed
with the old-world atmosphere of the
place.

He was particularly interested in
some old stone steps near the house
which served as a mounting and dis-
mounting place for ponies.

The building, which is at léast 200
years old, is built very solidly of
granite, and roofed with old Scots
slate. A two-storey house with two
side wings projecting forward, it has
that substantial appearance typical
of the old manor houses of Scotland.

It was in this house that Mr.
King’s grandfather was baptized on
May 3, 1814, and when Mrs. David-
son insisted on her distinguished
guest having tea in the room in
which probably the ceremony was
performed, Mr. Mackenzie King’s de-
light knew no bounds.—Aberdeen
Press and Journal.

Turns To Scrap Iron

Britain Faced By Shortage For Arms
Appeals To People

Confronted by the insatiable steel

ds of the gov t's re-
armament program and an acute
shortage of raw materials, the Bri-
tish steel industry has been driven
to imitate Germany and Italy in turn-
ing to barns and lumber-rooms for
scrap iron. The British Iron and
Steel Federation appealed to house-
holders, farmers and manufacturers
to sell their discarded cookers, stoves,

“Pom” would be sufficient.

*

broken pots and pans, farm imple-
ments and scrapped machinery.
Room Papered With Stamps
Stamp dealers and collectors in
England spent a holiday at North
Bersted studying the walls of a room
pasted with thousands of stamps.
This was done by the owner to com-
memorate Queen Victoria’s reign and
took him 55 years to finish.

The South African government is
co-operating with Britain in a de-
fence scheme:for Simons Town, naval
port near Cape Town, in accordance
with an agreement made in 1920.

There was a British novel, “Gen-
erals Die in Bed,” but it wasn’t
translated into the Russian,

The moon never comes nearer the
earth than about 221,000 miles,

Little Helps For This Week

He maketh me to lie down in green
pastures. Psalm 23:2, :

© the, peace at the heart of
nature,

O the light that is not of day;

Why seek it afar forever

When it cannot be taken away?

What joy it should be for me to
look up and see God’s love in every-
thing, to feel that the blue depths of
the sky are a real canopy of blessing,
the roof of the house of my Father.
To know if clouds pass over, it is
just the unchangeable light they veil,
and even when the day itself passes
I shall see that the night itself only
reveals new worlds of light And to
know if I could unwrap fold after
fold of God's universe I should only
find more and more blessings and
See deeper and deeper into the love
which is at the heart of it all.

Experiment With Trees

New Fast Growing Poplar Has Been
Evolved In Canada

A new race of trees is being bred
in Canada, D. A. Macdonald, assist-
ant Dominion forester, reports. Ex-
periments give promise of a new
fast-growing, tough poplar tree
Specially suited to the needs of the
paper and match industries.

For the past year or so Dr. C.
Heimburger, of the Dominion fores-
try service, who is described by fel-
low workers as one of the world’s
most eminent experts on forestry
genetics, has been cross-breeding
Poplars to produce a tree combining
the desirable characteristics of sev-
eral species.

Encouraging results have been ob-
tained, Mr. Macdonald said, with
hybrids possessing the fast-growing
qualities of the Carolina poplar and
the toughness of certain European
varieties.

The Carolina poplar reached ma-
turity in 12 or 15 years, but is sus-
certible to rot at the centre. The
slower growing European trees have
the advantage of remaining firm
throughout.

Just Changed Around

People Now Want Bathroom Bigger
Than Kitchen

Builders of modern homes say
there is a tendency to increase the
size of bathrooms, to proyid& more
dressing space. With this, they add,
goes a decrease in.the size of kit-
chens, maknig them just big enough
to include the essential mechanical
equipment.

Once upon a time the kitchen was
the eentre of the home, “The Coun-
try Kitchen,” written by Michigan-
born Della Thompson Lutes, was a
best-seller partly because it stirred
the reader to remembrancé of the
old-fashioned kitchen, clean, warm
and cozy, fragrant with the odors of
cookery.—Detroit Free Press,

King Of The Arctic

Northern Trader, After Exciting,
Career, Has Announced His
Retirement
Charles D. Brower, far north
trader, who made and lost several
fortunes, rescued scores of ship-

wrecked persons and aided polar ex-
plorations in an exciting career as
“King of the Arctic,” announced his
retirement at 76 to “spend the rest
of my life in play.’

After 52 years at this northern-
most American settlement, Brower
expressed only one regret:

“Civilization is crowding me out,
and there is no farther north
refuge.”

Keeps Accurate Record

The United States is far advanced
in the matter of keeping records
and statistics. They have it down
this fine: Every fourteen seconds
there is a birth, a death every 22 sec-
onds; an emigration every seven
minutes and an immigration every
12 minutes. This results in an in-
Crease in population of one every 36
seconds,

The length of a groove on a 10-
inch phonograph record is 550 feet
to a side; the needle travels over an
average of 37 inches a second,

Thousands of houses are being con-
structed in Greece,