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(By Mary Louise Wilmer.) i 'rnr. cumsmnm 110011 One bright, still day in spring,f (BY Barbara Carew.) ChristOpher finished painting his Sometimes the moon’s a slender boat martin house. He game the neat lit-a 01' polished pearl, SIOW drifting; tle building a last stroke of the brush i Sometimes it is a rim of fire and drew a long breath. ”I‘here, ” he ADO“? the forest liftino ' said to Lila, who with her doll stood looking on, 111 leave it in the sun.Sometimes it is a shiningmheel to diy; and then father is going: to! All smooth and UHdiVid9d§ help me put it up on the pole. If Then half a 1001“'1 0f “31“)“ cheese the martins don‘t like a house Likei Vi it“ CUIdS and “119}.beSide it this. they must be hard to please!” f- not answer. She looked proud and pleased. just as she had looked ever since Lila had given her a necklace of blue beads. The beads were be- coming to her flaxen hair and blue eyes. It was not an ordinary neckâ€" lace; the beads had once been part of a string that had belonged to Li ia’s grandmother. Bead after bead had disappeared until the necklace had become much shortened, but. to Lila’s joy there were beads enough left to make a necklace for a doll. Lila came closer and peered ad-I miringly at the gay little cottage, i with its glistening roof and green! shutters. “How would. you like to have a house like that to live in?” she asked Elizabeth, hen doll; Elizabeth did “As soon as the paint is 111*}. Lila said “y 011 shall peep inside. Elizaâ€" beth, and see What the house is like.” The bird house dried ~-in the sun all that afternoon and the next day Lila pushed Elizabeth’s head through the tightlittle door and reported that the doll was much pleased wth what. she saw. Then on the third afternoon father and ChristOplzer put the house in place: Before a week was over a happy pair of mar- tins had begun to build there. Chris- tOpher watched them nearly all day long. But Lila was too much trou- bled to take any interest for in some way Elizabeth had lost her lovely blue. beads. Lila had missed them one night when. she was putting the doll to- bed. and though she had searched for them she had not. found them. Poor Lila was downcast. No doll in the neighborhood had ever owned such a treasure, and now it was gone! Lila looked mournfully at the gay little cottage, Where the birds were fluttering in and out at door and window. She nodded and then went on thinking about the lost blue beads. ‘The string must have brok- en,” she thought, “while I was walk- ing in the woods or wading in the brook. Where can that , necklace be?” she said for the fortieth time. The summer came and went. Sev- eral pairs of martins built happily in the gay little house and raised their families and flew away. Lila still grieved Over the lost heads, but she had long-ago given. up looking for them. “Look. Lila!" Christopher said one day; "those two martins not just as if they had always owned that house don’t they?” Autumn and winter, too, went by, and in early March Christopher set the ladder against the pole in the back yard. “We’ll have a housecleaning for the martins.” he said. “Do you want to help?’ Lila was willing. While Christo- pher went for the paint, she mount- ed the ladder with Elizabeth under one arm and with a long-handled brust under the other. “We’ll do a little dusting,” she told the doll. In a few minutes she was busily brushing trash from the bird house. Twigs and leaves came tumbling out, and a good deal of dust went flying. “Why, here comes a whole nest,” Lila said to herself. “Here, Eliza- beth. reach inside and see if you can pull it. out.“ She pushed the doll’s hand through the little door and scraped the nest forward. As it came out she lifte'l it up on Elizabeth’s hand. When she. did, she suddenly cried. “Om-0!)!" and almost dropped the doll; for there, shining in the sunlight. woven in and out among the strings and twigs of the scrubby little nest. were the lost blue beads! “Christopher! ChristOpher!” Lila 031103. “Como here and see what your funny birds left behind for El- izabeth and me!” Christopher came running. When he saw the little brown nest with its queer lacing of blue he gave a whistle of astonishment. “How diq they get hold of your heads?” he said. But Lila was sure that the martins would not care, 39;}, besides they “I think I know,” she answered. “I remember now. Last spring when you painted the bird house I pushed Elizabeth half way through the door so, that she could look in. The neck- lace must have come unclasped and fallen inside.” . THE CHILDREN’S CORNER: Christopher laughed. “And the sly martins just picked it up and made it into their nest,” he said. “It seems a pity to pull it out; see how cunningly it is woven in.” Lila was thoughtfully fingering the nest. Thursday, April 27, 1922. how‘ “If they wish to take the tree, it must go,” he murmured, f‘for I- have rtins : no power to prevent them. But you, they ’ 0 wood fairy, 1.. can save. You shall In autumn she stayed on until the last 30110“ loaf had flutterol td the 21111211111; 10111111 and in winter she 151121111 1111011 (11 \\ 11 1111131111 the roots unâ€" j'til the rich sap 111'- "1111 [0 rise again 11111.1 [11 1.111111: hm. 111111 it. '1 'To-night. a silver ball, it rolls . Straight toward my window bars; ‘I want. to catch and toss it back ! Among the“little stars. In the samo '-:~.'ooIl lived a woods- % man and his son. One day the father lgaw mo. bov a bright now am and gym! to him. “(.mmo into the wood gwith mo and I will teach you What, ‘ .I know about two; “"1101“: \‘011 haw. ‘loamod 01 nough \011 Ian help me v ith arm work. And when he showed him maple trees he said, “Handsome furniture is made from this wood. The grain is'fine, and some of it, is beautifully marked; and the wood polishes well.” Sometimes it is a shining wheel, All smooth and undivided; Then half a round of yellow cheese With curds and whey beside it. surely would build a-new nest any- leave this tree and 80 (in Irving in way when they came back some other place. You cannot again ‘ - . i , be part of the life of a tree, but per- THB CEA‘NGBABLE MOON ghaps you can help me with the moss- (By Barbara Carew .) ies and the lichens, or you may live Sometimes the moon 5 a slender boat among the rushes. They need some Of polished pearl, slow drifting; one to help them, for they are al- Sometimes it is a rim of fire ways having words with the frogs, Above the forest lifting. ' and they tell me that the lily pads . are crowding them more and more. Sometimes it is a shining wheel, Shall I send you to the rushes?” THE PAITBPUL WOOD FAIRY In a balm-of-Gilead tree that grew beside a forest lake :1 w00d fairy liv- ed. Her gray-green hair was soft and long, her skin was as fresh as the leaves of the tree,, and her voice as sweet as the voice of the tree when it answered the wind. In still. gray weather, when the tree stood quietly looking at itself in the mirror of the clear lake, the wood fairy, too, was silent. But on wild, bright days when clouds hur- ried across the sky and the Wind was so talkative that all the trees mur- mured polite replies the wood fairy Came out to dance among the leaves of her tree. Her feet twinkled in and out among the silvery, fluttering surfaces, and her smile came and went as the tree swayed slowly in the sunlight. ' Thou 110 showml tim buy the oaks 'Ind the pines and said, “Builders of houses like to use these kinds 01 \\ God; the pine )iclds to than tools, and the oak is hard enough to endure a long time. Carvers, too, use oak.” As they went into the wood the father pointed out the birch trees and the beech trons. “Those make good firewood and charwa‘x,” he told him.. They came at last to where the balm-ofâ€"Gilead stood “See, father!” cried the son. “What is the use of this fine tree?” “This tree has its use,” the woods- man said. “It is not gOOd for carving. or for firewood, or for furniture, or for building houses; but, it is a tree that even in the hot nights is always whispering of cool breezes. It. gives shade and coolness and beauty as long as it lives, and in, the sheaths that fall from its buds in the spring is healing for cuts and bruises.” The Woodsman looked up at the tree. and the wood fairy, who had heard the question and was much disturbed by it, looked down. The father and son went on their way, but the boy, who thought he knew better than the man, said to himself, “Just the same, I shall come back here to-morrow and chop down that tree. ,I think it is a good kind of wood to use for making a rabbit hutch.” And he twirled his 'sharp axe. The wood fairy heard hi§ thought and trembled with fear. “Now my tree and I must die,” she whispered. “I am not like the other tree fairies and my tree is not like the other trees. Before the beeches and the birehes are changed into firewood the fairies that live in them put on red and yellow dresses and dance with joyâ€"for all the world like flamesâ€"because they know that their trees are going to be put to the use for which they were intended. And the maple wood fairies when their trees have been made into fur- niture peep out smiling from cabinet doors and curl up cosily in comfort- able chairs. But this tree and I u ere meant to go on fixing here in the forest to make people happy and to heal the sick and we are good for nothing else.” The wood fairy curled .herself up in the highest branches where she could weep in peace; her sobs shook the tree softly, so that it quivered gently from root'to tip. After a while the Spirit of the Wood passed quietly that way. The wood fairy called out and told him what was about to happen; and the Spirit of the Wood sighed, so that the smooth surface of the lake was rufi'led, and he leaned over the tree and spoke into its dr00ping branch- es. ' I‘ln‘ .- ‘ VI.’ ‘lr .. “It would be pleasant to go on liv- ing near the lake,” she thought. “If I make my home among the rushes I shall see what the wind has so often told me ofâ€"the purple irises grow- ing and coming to flower, the bulâ€" rushcs nodding their fuzzy brown heads to the breeze. And yetâ€"” The wood fairy was silent a mo- ment. Then she murmured, “Let me think it over.” Then she thought of the balm of Gilead; for many years it had drawn down fresh rains to quench the thirâ€" sty earth, had given kindly shade and the healing of its buds to every creature that sought it out and had withstood with its beautiful body the shocks of winter sleet and wind. Last of all she thought of its gentle- ness to herâ€"~01? its greenness and its fragrance and the cool, quick glitter of its leaves and the homely comfort of its uplifted arms. “I have lived with this good friend for more yea1‘s“l.han I can. count,” thought the wood fairy. “We have shared Uhther heat and cold, rain am! 1 ‘grou ht sun and shadow. Shall I 11111 .zmay now when misfortune is about to come to it?” The balm of Gilead, which had 510011 silent all the time, suddenly miilml a cool. silvery smile and mur- nmx'ed its thanks with every leaf. The neXt. meaning the \x'eedsman‘s. gun came mm the forest a little al’ier dawn. ale was cross, for he had m-me ell‘ without his breakfast and hail run all the way. He threw eli‘ his leather jacket, rolled up his slums and tested the edge of his shining axe. And the wood fairy and thv [1'00 whismr‘vd sm'rowfully [.0 men Other. “(MM-by, good-by !” And when the Spirit, of the “find passml uvorheml again she called to him, “i will 11% leave my tree.” The woodsman’s son heard the whisper, though he did not under- stand the WOIdS. He looked up and as he stood gazing into the silVery ilIaDChOS he felt his hot face grow «01; slowly his bad temper seemed to melt away, and he began to feel glad of the shadowy beauty and the shining coolness of the tree.- He leaned thoughtfully on his axe. “What my father told me yesterday is true,” he mused. “I will not cut down this tree.” u‘ 7 AL V...” V- vv At that the wood fairy laughed a- loud, so that her laughtei shook the leaves of the tree; and the tree bent its head in thanksgiving. “Oh, I am glad!” cried the wood fairy, fluttering here and there. “Glad of what?” croaked a cross old frog who lived by the lake, and who had always thoughtâ€"and had never hesitated to say SQâ€"«that the wood fairy talked too much. “Glad that I didn’t leave my tree,” sang the wood fairy; “glad that I didn’t. leave my tree!” “What nonsénse!” scolded the frog. “What do you mean?” . tOIlo) ( y Flimsy Excuse. A woman asked a jeweler to esti- mate the cost of repairing a lava]- liere. “All right,” she said after the price had been named,"“I’ll bring it back when it gets warmer. I’d take (Wild if I took it 011‘ new." Zam-Buk is a pure balm scientifically prepared from rich herbal oils and ex- tracrs. Its swift healing action is only equalled by its unique soothing and antiseptic properties and its capacity for growing new healthy skin. _ - 'Zam-Buk with its unlimited range of usefulness for skin diseases and injuries is a household necessity Prepare for “I tried many different treatments- some proved no use at all, others did no more than temporary good. Then one day a friend strongly recommended Zam- Buk. This remarkable healer gave great ease and speedily brought about a marked improvement in the candition of my leg. I steadily persevered with the Zam- Buk treatment and within two months. the five- -year-old sore was thor- oughly and permanently healed ,”_ that I remember.” writes Mrs. R. Terrell, of 169, Dorian St., Montreal, "was the time I was crippled with a bad leg. The trouble all started in an ordinary bruise, but in' a. day or two the injured part became worse, and soon it had developed into a painful open song. I suffered intense pain. and walking about became soldifficult that I had to give it up. But the wood fairy went on sing- Tn g $5.! Mr Curtis PickeIing passed his ex- amination last week in the Toronto Dental College, lioving taken a high ReV. J. C. Farthing of Woodstock will be in town Sunday week, when he will address the Madons. Miss Nettie Brewn met with an ac- cident a few days ago, when she fell downstairs, causing injuries about her head and face. CAR STOLEN IN OWEN SOUND .\ Chevrolet baby :Irand car was stolen fomr in front of the Baptist 1111111‘ch.0vsen Sound. on 811111] night. \ftera fruitless sea1ch. the1 car “as not found. and that it was1 stolen \\ as a natural conclusion. Onl Tuesday mowing. howey'eI. it was1 discovered along the side of the road 1not far from town. The thieves had1 1tire trouble. One of the tires had blown out and they were unsuccess-l ‘ful in putting on the spare. The. car was ditched, and some of the tools and a couple of robes were stolen, as well as one of the. tires. The car had been standing by the roadsid Sunday night. Monday and Monday night. It had apparently been run only a short istance when the trouâ€" ble occurred. Thomas Livingston, agent for De- Laval separators, has moved here from Mount Forest, and will make Durham his headquarters. Mr. George Morrison. 0f Varney left, Tuesday for the West. If suited, he will take his family later. Mr. and ,Mrs. Wi1_ljam Cuff of Ab- erdeen mourn the loss at a sevenâ€" yearâ€"oid dzmghter, who died on Sun- (13 y 01' d iph theria . MIS‘ b.J Haslett 0f '101‘01110 is re- covering from a severe attack (if in- fluenza. Her illness” prevented her attendance inst week at, the, burial of her sister. the irate Mrs... Davidson. "l‘lmmas (Iahhwll' has purcl'lasmj a farm out. \V’f'ns! and intends going there shm'tly with a car 163d 0f hors- (’!.~; and other efl‘ects. ' Mr. J. A. Hunicl' left Saturday for l‘dinnoupolis 11.) 1111111111 1.1113. 1111311111111: 01 his 8181111“. 1112111131111, 1311 1111) 30111 11 . 111 Mr. Lorne S111m1‘1'vi1111. 1111'. '1‘111111'1113 11112111, while 11"i\7111g M 1‘ »\. S. H11111111"S h111‘s1‘. was t1‘11‘1:1\\'11 in 11111 9121 11111 31111 81151311113111 injuries 111' 1111;111:1111 111111 3111111111012 , M12 111111111» 1.11112 D1: .11111111131111 have 11112111111111 111131111111 11011111331 meetings 211 (21111101121111.11 1311111111111. “ , Jasmh Dawsnn 0f Egremont, who was out, \Vost. dim] recently, and his remains were brought. home for in- tnrmont. from The Chronicle Pile of ‘ May 1, 1902. 20 YEARS AGO ~ ' PUT NOTE: IN 01'1"? BAG James .Crerar, who lives in the‘ Township of Elderslie, near Chesle’y, in 1916 contributed several bags (if oats as part of a gift to the town- ship 'for the British army. In one of the bags he put a note asking the receiver to write him under what circumstances the bag came into his hands. In December, 1917,. he re- CCiV ed a letter from Pte. W .E. Pattle, \\ ho w sawiht a camel corp ins Mes- opotamia that, following the engage- ment with the Turks he opened the bag to feed his camel, and there, like Joseph s cup v» as found in days of old, he found the note. Some correspondence passed be- tween Mr. Crerar and Mr. Pattle since then. and,it has resulted in Pattle coming with his Wife to Can-4 ada. He will iikeiy become a resi- dent of Chesley. THE MAIL- ORDER SHIP floats. It comes in small pieces to the inland sea or the remote lake where it is to be launched and is set up while you wait. That explains why there are two-hundred-foot steamers in such desolate places as Lake Nya-nza in the heart Of Africa and Lake Baikal in the centre of Siberia, thousands of miles from a steel mill or a shipyard. Certain woll-knowfi shipyards in America specialize in mail-order steamers. At the home factory the vessels 3110' always put together in order 10.1.1251 them. T111111 they are 11111011 apart. again and split him a thousand pieces. livery i1‘1dividua] 1.1iecu-â€"-«o§'01‘y sulfiai'ate parcel- post. 1._):1ck21go. s11 to spay. kâ€"«is numbered and indoxwl 11:1 indicate) 11113 precise position «11' it 111 1.1m 1.11111 when 1111) 111111) comes ism 1111111111; 1111: vessM 11.1ng 1101‘ again. "The most difficult part is to gm, {he wssois tn the shores of the re- moto places \x'l'lm‘o they 2113 needed. For boilers and turbines are rather Fargo 1')ack«uges fur lhe parcel post. For examine. lake the case of the William Mach’innon, the first steam- er in float on Lake Nyanza: between the lake and anhasl. 0n the, east coast 01‘ Africa was a distance of five hmnlred miles and there was no railway. The MacKinnon reached Mombasa by parcel post. from Eng- land, and except, for the boilers, which were dragged by oxcarts, the ship was literally transnorted the five hundred miles overland on the heads of more than five thousand Kaffirs. Then there is the case of the two small gun-boats that were built in England for ,service in China. To the marine engineer they represented a couple of bricks of ice cream. He sliced them each into five separate pieces, and a derrick slung them a- board a cargo boat. They were eventually bolted together again as a whole ship on the upper reaches of the Mekong River fifteen hundred Give a marine engineer enough, water and he will set up a mailâ€"or- der ship anywhere in the World and get it afloat for you. It seems easy but it is not; for in assembling the vessel on the shore of a distant lake, you have problems that never arise in the shipyardsâ€"problems of 1m.- skilled labor and of imperfect facili- ties. Fortunately, the marine engin- eer does not try to cross bridges un- til he comes to them; if he did he would die of nervous prostration' before the mailâ€"order ship~ was half set 111). TEA GROWING VERY EXPENSIVB “Bonnie Brae” Farm. pr0perty of the late. Tl'mmas Brown, just south ul‘ l‘mrl’xam; 70 acres, more or less; lwn mixmrortable frame dwellings; ignnd ham. good henhouse, goOd pig- men; well watered by never-failing Esprin: creeks; must sell-inside of two iweeks, Amnly at Chronicle Office, le-ham. Ont. 2 . -- .<~...-. __.~-~o. The verv high \xteges that have’to be paid to \\ orkers on the tea plan- tations in India and Cevlon, due to 3001 al and political. unrest, has causâ€" ed the price of tea to rise consist- ently in the primary markets and in London. This influence is now being felt. farther along the line and. it is to he expected that the price of tea will increase to the consumer in the near future. The J. \P. Hunter property in Up- per Town, Durham. solid brick house, 11 rooms; one and .3 half acres of land; good hearing orchard, all kinds of fruit; good frame barn; across street from property are three park lots of three acres each; will sell separately or en bloc. at reason- 8ND price. Have moved to farm east of town and am anxious to dispose of 71‘)r01‘ierly. Immediate possession gran be given. Apply to C. S. Duns- ?moor. RR. -’1_. Durham. 427 4pc! milcs\from the sea in the hpart 1 lower China! A TRAIN SERVICE BETWEEN 32-312mm AND Toaoy‘ro vae. Durham 7.05 AM. 4.25 P. M. Arr. Toronto 1'1.10A.M. 9.4OP. M. Agentsi Lye. Toronto 6.50'A.M.5 5.02 P. M. Arr. Durham “.45 AM. 9.05 P .M. Daily except Sunday. First-class Coaches. Parlor Buffet serx ice from Palmer- 31011 to Toronto on morning train, and Toronto to Palmerston on even- ing train. For full particulars as to tickets, etq‘, appy to Grand Trunk Ticket. Census figures-show that blindness is decreasing. Among men’ per- haps, but not among pigs.â€"Chicago News. HOUSE FOR SALE FARM FOR SALE