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The recent heavy snow fall which has visited the Ivlaritimcs has made no exception to this vicinity. The general rural activities of the com- munity have been retarded some- what duo to the prevailing Hustery‘ weather and lusty Jack Frost.

The epidemic 0f Whooping Cough is prevalent in this com- munity and although the school has not been closed there is quite a decline in‘thc attendance. We are very fortunate in having as our Dedagogue Mr. Thomas McMillan, B-A.. a graduate of St. Dunstanls University.

Gcnial friends and valuable neighbors have been added to this community in the person of Mr. and Mrs. Jcsrph D. Pineiiu who

found place of hcnor in our hearts we seek to pay some small tribulc through the medium of words. Once in an R9,‘? God sends t0 some of us a friend like him. One who took people at their best, not their worst. who looked for fhc divine, not the human, thc beautiful, not the ugly. the bright, not the dark. the straight. not the crooked side of life. Ont‘ in whore friendship there was nothing of the fame, nothing of

pictcns: but rather loyalty and sincerity. “There is a destiny that makes us brothers.

None gccs his way alone;

All that we send into lives

others

Comes back into our own."

Sooner or iatcr we all come to the time when we realize that our earthly house is tottering, The bOdy is wonderfully made but it cannot forever withstand the ravages of time and wear. This house of-clay in which we live has weathered many storms. It has stood up we‘! under the usage of a. good many years but after a whilc it is gdng to fall and we will have to move cut of it into another house. This moving time came to this friend of ours and we are sure thnt his other house was ready and waiting for him. Wc are sure bc- cause of the words of the great Apostle: "F0 we know that if our earthly houfc of this tabernacle were dissolved we have a building of God. n. house not made with hands. eternal in- tho heavens." This answer satisfies us as to the abode of our beloved friend. when his tintc crime to movc. we know hc was not disappointed. he moved into it with rejoicing-when his earthly house failed.

God is everywhere fillinll life with significance. giving and taking away, but we cherish the memory of our friend when we realine that-

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In the heart of a rose. In the smile of a friend. In the dewy blossoms of dawn"

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-BAY KIENAN

_-_-—---- MODEL SCHOOL

Honor roll for Modal School. . 1. Gordon Muc-

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have of late acquired the property or the late Joseph McAleer. Mr. and Mrs. Pineau have done considerable renovating in the way of improving the exterior and interior of their new homo ‘l-lillcrcst." Al; present they have as their guest I Miss Cecilia Campbell of Charlottetown.

Congratulations are due Mr. and Mrs. Frrd Mcquiciin on the arrival cf their ninth baby girl.

Miss Janie Powsr was at home to her friends on January 24th and‘ entertained delightfully at auction. Permit thei ivritor to say Miss Power is a vcry enviable hostess.

ltlrs. Charles McMahon having recently visited Center Road the guest of Mr. and Mrs. John L. Red- mond. reports that the heavy snow- fa‘l has made travelling by sled rather laborous.

The ninlly friend's of Mr. and Mrs. J. Arthur Malone look forward for a sptcdy recovery of their -son master Lloyd who i5 suffering (mm Whooping Cough.

MRSJ JOHN OTIERON

MELROSE. Jan. 3o—Thc death of Mrs. John UI-ieron occurred at her home her:- on Wednesday afternoon at 2 o'clock. at the age ef 87 years, Mrs. Ol-Ieron had been in failing health for the past few years. She Will be greatly missed by the en- tire community. Her genial and loving disposition endeared her to all who knew her. Her husband died about twelve years ago. Be- fore he;- ninrrlngc ahe was Miss Sarah Aim McIntyre, of P.E. Is- land’. and since hcr marriage has resided in Mclrose .She is survived by four sons. Leo. Patrick. Michael and Peter, all of this place, Sign two daughters. (Agnes) Mrs. Geo. Ryan of Bath. and Mrs. Henry Murphy of Melrose; two step-sons, Thomas and John, of Boston, Mass. She also ieavrs to mourn one broth- er. John, of P.E.I.sland, one sister. Mrs. Hickey also of P 3.1.. and two sisters, Mrs. Murphy and Mrs. McKlnnon. U.S.A. The funeral will take place on Friday morning

WILMOT VALLEY SCHOOL

flcport of wllmot Valley School for month of January. ' Grade X—-1. Gladys Clarke. Grade VIII-l. Beth Waugh, 2. Dcvld Clarke. 3. Helen Huestla. "Grade VI-t. Ewen Clarke, 2. Harry Waugh. 3. Lawrence Gui-ant. Grade V-l. Kenneth Clarke, I. Wendell ffrieatls. , Grade III-I. nominee Durant.-

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The color slowly left Jacquclinds face as she atarpu at her tamer.

"will you please tell me Just what you mean?‘ 5nd asked in p, low voice. -

The quizzical smile on Vince's lace vanished. He shifted uncom- fortably in his hammock and stole an apprehensive glance in the dir- cccioii of the house.

"l mean that Larry's head over heels in love with you-he told inc so, ' Vince added defensively.

"And aid he tell you that I was in love with him?"

“no didn't have to. I got eyes. 1 ccuiun t imagine you, or any other girl in ner rignt mind, tuming down a chap like Larry.” >

Jacqueine marveled at her own composure. She didn t at all like the way yillCtt said that. It was impos- sible not to iear that he knew more than nc admitted . . . that he knew everything. but she must hide it . . un.ii she knew for sure.

"You are wrong, vince," she said quietly. "I'm not in love with Larry Cutter. Iior one tninE. I havent known him long enough. He's . nice." ‘

“He's one in a thousand. Ten thousa-iur Vince was enthusiastic. "You don't need to know him long to 11nd that out."

"I don't feel that I know very much about him. Neither do you,‘ she added. "And 1 would have thought it in better taste l1 he had made any remarks on that subJect to me.‘ .

"rerhaps he will home tonight," with a grin. “indeed he will not!"

Jacqueline straightened her sinali shoulders with a righteous air. But she collapsed rather completely, col- or coining back into her CIICQKS at the sight oi Larry strouing toward her leisurely‘, hands thrust in his pockets, purring contentedly on his DKPC- -

"ncrc comes Larry," she said in a 10w, guarded voicc- "Please be care- ful '

on your way Vince suggested

Vincc nodded undcrstandingly. It did not escape him, however, that Jacqucfiue had forgotten to say "Mr. Cutter.“

"Well, what do you think of all this?" Larry inquired smliliiigly. l-le seated himself cross-legged on the grass near his wife's feet.

"It's a very pretty place," she said.

"1 think so. I'm looking forward to coining up here and spending some time . . . help your father keep out of mischief. You really should arrange to take your own vacation up here. That dinner was Just a fair sample of what goes on here every day. Wasn't it, Vince?"

Anthony nodded silently. He. was watching the younger pair with shrewd eyes. Jacqueline was iincom- fortab.y aware of what he was thinking.

“But I have to work," she ven- tured smillrigiy. “And I think wc should be starting back to the city before so very long . . . before ii gets dark."

"Whenever you say. The days are long now . . . but there will be no moon tonight. Unless it's very late."

Aftcr some desultory conversation. Jacqueline again mentioned the de- sirability of starting for the city. Larry rose to his feet at once and said he would get the car ready. After bidding the group good-bye, and with a lingering kiss pressed on Vince's cheek. Jacqueline allowed Larry to assist her into the roadster- Shc promised bright-y that she would come back again some day ii Mrs. Brown would promise to have that ice cream again.

The sun was sending its long lev- el rays against the house as the car rolled from the yard.

Larry was not inclined to be talk- ative, for which Jacqueline was thankful. For the first time in ‘their acquaintance she was decidedly ill at ease with him. It was impossible to forget. what Vince had told her. Larry had raised a. barrier between them. A new barrier. It was the thought that was uppermost in her mind as she leaned back against the cushions and watched the landscape flash by. She had not put on her hat but, this time, it had drawn no comment from Larry. I-le broke one of their longest silences to remark:

“l. think I'll be leaving the city pretty shortly to come up here. Don t know for how long."

"So you bald."

"But 1 didn't tell you that I don't care to have anybody know where I am. You know whom I mean, of course. I suppose I may trust you not to betray me . . ."

“You can trust me better than I can trust youl" It was out before Jacqueline knew it. She bit her lip.

"lvieantng exactly . .7"

"That you are not. very particular about keeping your word."

‘Just what has friend Vince been Bfling?"

"You might ask him yourself."

Larry drove in silence for a few moments. When they reached the summit of a high hill, he brought the car to a atop at the side of the road.

"Quite a view from here, Jack."

"Please driva on."

"In a. minute. I think you and I have something to any to each oth- er. and we're not likely to be dis- turbed liere. I can't talk and drive at tho some timd. And I can't quite escape a fooling that you believe I've not been keeping to our bargain."

"Do you think you have?’

"Oh, yes. Quite. After all, there was nothing on our contract to keep me from loving you. Or from saying so. I do love you, Jack. And when your father lot. to telling me how wonderful you are. I had to chime in. Inknovr it. even better than he

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"I thought you would be fair." Jacqueline oountared in a low voice. Her ayes were fixed on the panorama spread below the hill. where dusk wla tltna to the valley. Nearby a blfd ttored its night long.

"I have triad to be." Larry return- ed atladlly. "I did tall Ronnie about oltrmltrlllmlhadto . . . Ibavo "P3011194 thlt- he's my kiwi-nay. l have told no one else."

“Not Vince?"

“Of course not. I told him that l limd vmi. vhv not’! I do." "I can think cf oovatal mum."

' "I kBOW." HS smiled, "Iflok hgge, little Jack. I'm not curls that you are the one to tell me that I have not lived up to the letter oi’ our of. iiciai agreement."

“What do you mean by that?"

"There was a clause in it , , . numb four, if my memory serves ine. You didn't like it and I apprec- iated how you felt. But you aid sign the agreement as it stood. what have you to say about that?"

"I gave the money back m you," Jacqueline retorted. “Nearly all of it, 1 mean. And you shall have the balance Just as soon as I can save i ,.. ,

“Yes. and I took it back without a word. I didn't remind you that you had sidestepped the contract. Nevertheless, I consider you morally culpable."

Jacqueline swallowed a. sob and blinked rapidly to keep back the tears. Never had she felt so thor- oughly humiliated, so . . .

“Jaeki" Larry's voice had chang- ed suddenly. ‘Inere was a. note of tendernem in it she never had heard. "We're not going to quarrel, dear. Look at me."

She kept her face turned obstin- ately from him. So very still it was about then that Jacqueline found herself fearing that Larry would hear tier heart pounding

"If you think I've broken my premise," he went on gently," I sup- pose there is no great wrong in doing it again. I'm‘ not sure when I will see you again . . . or how."

He hesitated, as if trying. to choose the right words.

"I think you have honored mo as almost no other woman ever hon- ored a man. Believe me, I know that to the full. I . . . oh, it's no use, Jack! I have to tell you about itl"

Larry was speaking in quick, hur- ried sentences.

“There's no way in which I may tell you how utterly I've loved you from that first day. It's been almost unbearable! To be near you, to see you . . . so many more times than you've been aware. And all the times my arms have ached to hold you. No one could love you as I do! They never have. They never will."

"Larry! Please . . ."

"No! You must understand that it's always going to be that, way. No matter what happens, it will be that way. You are the only woman who cvcr has come into my heart. It belongs to you. So do I. I'll vrait for- ever . . . if I have to. But there never will be anyone else. Please be- lieve that. Please. Jack . . ." '

Neither of them could have told haw it happened.

Jacqueline was in her husband's arms, pressed close against him. His chee-krested against her hair. She felt his heart beating . . . heard his broken whispers. »

“Jack . . . my own little Jack . . I love you so."

She struggled to release herself, pushing at him frantically with her small hands.

“No. no . . ." she choked brok- only. "You do love me. Jack . . just a

very little. Tell me you do!”

“Oh, I ..No! Let me go . .. Please let inc go!"

He reieased iier at once.

"I'm sorry if I have hurt or of- fended you. dear. But you do love me. I know it. and so do you. You needn't be afraid. I won't forget again." He busted hlmseif with putting the roadster into motion.

The ride to the city was made in silence. When they reached the Ccurtlnnd street house, all Larry said was, "May I see you and tell you good-bye before I leave?"

"I . I don't think so." Jac- queline was fumbling blindly with the car door. She had it open now.

“Sorry. Good night, Jack." The car was moving as he reached out and ciosed thc door with o. ruthless bang.

"Larry . . .

But Larry was gone.

iTo Be Continued.)

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BAY VIEW INSTITUTE

The annual meeting of the Bay View W. I. was held at the home of Mrs. Walter Simpson. The meeting opened by singing the Ode and re- peating the creed. The roll call was responded to by paying fee for the New Year's membership. The re- ports, including the treasurers, were than given. The Sick Committee consisting of Miss Sarah Simpson and Mrs. W. Simpson reported hav- ing anode several calls. The School Committee, Mrs. W. A. Graham and Mrs. Cederic Simpson. stated that a new map and several other articles were needed for the school. After the treasurerk report given by Mrs. Cederic Simpson it was moved and seconded that the map and colored chalk be purchased for the school. Other items of business in- eluded a motion made to secure a will‘ of the Institute News, a. new Secretary's book and l. treat for the school children.

The following officers were then appointed: Pics. Mrs. Walter Simp- son; Vice Pres-Miss Irene Simp- son; Secretary-Miss Irene Wyand; 'I‘i'eas.—~Ml's. Cederic Simpson; Auditors-Mrs. Alfred Moore, Mrs. W. A. Simpson; Directors-Afro. W. A. Graham. Mrs. Clarence Stewart, Mrs. Cedric Simpson and Miss Sarah Sim-pson.

After the singing 0f ‘The King" lunch was served by the ladies. A social _ hour followed. The Sic Committee for next three months includes. Mrs. Waiter Simpson. Miss Irene Wvand. School Committee- Mrs. C. Stewart, Mrs. W. A. Simp- iron.

Next. meeting to be held at the home or the President.

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(By U716 Payne)

I came from a home where there were more children than money. yet because we had a book loving mo- ther and father we always manag- ed by hook or by crook to have a goodly supply of papers, books and magazines. True. the books were not graded to suit our yeflrs. n01‘ were the magazines of the latest dates, yet all in all they satisfied a great want in our youngvlives.

Our school had a library of about two hundred books. many ‘hem! denoted by the kindly lord who en- dowed the zchoc‘. Some of these were severe locking law books-law bocks mark you—in a child's lib- rary. It took only a prricd of about two years for the library to become "dead"-to anyone who used it as constantly as my brothers and I- In it were no books whatever for very young childrcn such as “When we were very Young,’ or any other or the world loved classics by A. A. Milli; or any of those exce‘lent books for tiny tots by Beatrice Pot- ter. Strange to say there was not one book of L. M. Montgomery's. our own beloved Island author. whose books Just touch the right cords in a ‘teen ago girl's heart and older hearts too. -

It was difficult for a child to become interested in that library until the ninth 0r tenth grade. By that. time many not having acquir- ed the taste for reading declined to use it. It was really a. very grown up affair and had no place in a school for children. Imagine however my regret and sense of apprecia- tion or that misplaced library when some years later I began to teach school in c. rural district and found within the four walls of the bar- ren little building not one scrap of literature, not even a, dictionary. "But." said I to myself, "I'll bor- row books from the homes."