i eo-iz-z .41 DECEMBER 24, 1932 ii SHIP YOUR SILVER FOX PELTS To I Alllllllli & COBB 15 Arthur St., LONDON, E. c. 4, ENGLAND Auction Sales will be held by them in London on the following dates : January 23rd, 1933 March 6th, I933 lllay 22nd, 1933 September 27th, 1933 Bags for shipping can be obtained at the office of B. Roy Holman, 90 Queen Street, Charlottetown. For Packing particu- lars, shipping. insur- ance, ctc., apply to Levin Fur 00., Ltd 90 Queen Street. Char- lottetown. B. ROY HOLMAN, Representative 7iil0-l2-23-slt-tl Duchemin-Loughlin N uptials At a quarter past six Thursday morning Trinity United Church svas the scene of a. joyous event at this happy Chrisimastirlc, when ill-v. Dr. Ramsay united in mar- llflgt? Miss Helen Gertrude Duche- miu, of this cit-y, to Mr. Roland (lladstone Louglilin of Fredericton, N’. B. The brile, who was unattended, was given away by her father Mr. n. Ernest Duchemln. She looked very lovely‘ as she entered the church on her father's arm to the strains of the wedding march play- ed by Prof. A. R. Kendall who also lllflyed softly wlillc the ceremony was in progress. The bride wore a most becoming ccctiune of bvrown and navjo crepe, with bead m: embroid- ery motif, and hat and shoes to match. Her coat was of Amethyst broadtail with squirrel trimming. She carried a beautiful bouquet of talisman roscs. The cliurcli was most attractively decorated for the occasion with cvergreens and seasonal trimmings by the girl friends of the bride. Aftcr the ceremony the happy couple lcft on a trip to various minis of t-lie Maritime Piovinoes licforc taking up their residence at Fredericton, N. B. ‘ 'I'he bride has been a teacher in inc Model School for a number of Will's and has also been organist suul choir director of the Central L'liristian Church. '17."? Sroom is the representative of W. C. Pitfleld- and C0., invest- mcnt bankers, at Fredericton, N. B. and was formerly n resident of Charlottetown. ' mlllng t-lw past few weeks the bride was the guest at numerous functions arranged jll hcr 110m;- and “as the recipient of g largc num- bci- of beautiful gifts from her lugs-ts Tl lrlvllds with whom slic has al- ll-Mvs been a favorite. l LOVE love. ivhich is the sunlight of peace, ASE by age to increase, T-ll 811861‘ and hate are dead And sorrow and death shall cease: ‘Pence on earth and good-wllli" Soul that are gentle and still Hm" the first music of this Par-off infinite Bliss! Edwin Arnold Manufac Chnrlot SIDNEY T. G The following lines are Green’s Peanut an Green’s After Green's Delicious _'_"""_""—II-II—-——— - Green’s Creamy Caramels Are Simply Delicious Take home a pound with your Xmas ‘Confec- tionery and be convinced they are THE BEST YOU HAVE EVER TASTED by» demand : Green’s Butterscotch Drops. Green’s Island Maid Chocolate liars The Story of An Old House e--_. CAHlLL-CROFT (The Maple leaf, Oakland, Calif.) 5W"? back in the long ago gut of m0 Vlfsln forest my timbers were felled, barked, hewed and lssembl. ed with their peg; of wood 1n quaint but sturdy fgshlom 1 gm still a refuge and home, dear, I know, to the owner-the last of the children of the second generation who played about my door and lived the life of old-time childhood. And let me tell you the history of my "inventors." Across the seas iii the glow of young manhood and womanhood sailed a band of blue-eyed, fair-skinned, light- hearted people, destined to estab- lisli a new home in a. new land. -Kiidal'e, Prince Edward Island, named after their beloved home in Ireland. Among the newcomers were my master and mistress, Mr. and Mrs. Walter Cahlll. Their fam- ily of eight children grew up in the "new soil," strong and sturdy both of heart and soul, each one loving the sweet home life so dear in days long since forgotten. Walter the second inherited the old homestead, wheic in due time I was built to replace the log house of my grand forbears. Within me all was life and love and laughter-the rafters echoed and the stairways groaned from the ceaseless stirr of twelve children that blessed the couple in their sacred home life. As each portion of my frame advanced to completion, my loving mistress surrounded my grounds with flow- ers and also with a. beautiful and delicious garden of fruit and vege- tables. Snow-drops, Scarlet Lightn- ing, Verbena, Candy-tuft, White- musk, Marsh-mallow. Roses, Pop- pies, Luplns, Columbine and all the dear old-fashioned flowers shone forth from the labor o! her loving, capable hands. Beds were borde'ed with delicate coral and golden moss. Gradually, as each child grew to manhood or woman- hood, he or she stepped across my threshold with a fond and tearful [goodbye to the anxious and P8- tient parents. who always longed for the return of loved ones on land or sea. My dear old master, an aged grandfather, was first to press on to Eternity. silence and sorrow werc in my being for many months. Walter the third was the new heir to my body now, and in a few years he l brought home his lovely bride. nee Mary McAlduff, from Alberton, formerly a. school teacher. Again my rafters rung with the noise and patter of childish prank and play,—the ten little girls who came into my "arms" and who played and romped around my door. have long since fqund new places in {lie far, far West-far from nie in distance. but not, I hope. forgotten in memory. A; no son came into this third generation to bear the name of Walter, it was decided to dispose of the old homestead and move the family nearer town. My old mis- tress, Mrs. Walter Cahlll, the se~ coiid, had by now passed to the Great Beyond. For the first time iii y-elus I am empty and alone, no. sound of merry voices, no clang of kitchen cooking, no sweet murmur of nrayeia-Just the whistling wind and the slumberous roaring from my nearby friend-the blue and gray Gulf of St. Lawrence. But I am no; to be allowed to crumble and decay, the seventh son of Walter the second. widely known as Doctor Walter Cahill, of Hart- ford, Coiin., reclaims me for his summer home. I am moved from my old stand, and with the same loving touch of tenderness as in days K0116 by, I am cleaned and refurnished by the Doctor's sister, tured in tetown REEN 8: C0. also meeting a popular d Raisin Clusters Dinner Mints Chocolate liars. \ fiuletihe Srrrtin k. 61o the greatest tea-inning public nnlhia rnntinmt, the people nf the fllaritimca, the Timbers‘ of MORSES TEAS acnh Mag rnrrgunv ‘in the filial-i- timer ahuunh in Happiness alto tlllirrr no (llhriatmaa Bag. J. c. MORSE a co., Canada's Olden Tu Finn Halifax, N. S. ;&' ga. a Elizabeth, who is now listening to me tell my story. My new master and his sister, inseparable compan- ions all their lives, renewed my old features, lifted my face as it were, so that once again I can look the world straight in the face and shout a welcome to Cahill-Croft Home. Not many years of joy and laughter, not many happy summers did my loved ones spend under my roof when God called my new master to His eternal home in Heaven. Again I stand, a spectacle of grayness and loneliness, waiting and wondering. The sister came to my rescue and purchased me as her very own. A new life again springs within me. I know someone love; me. I am dear as ever to the descendants of my long gone chil- dren. A few more years have gone by, many visitors have called on my mistress. among them one of the third generation, Florence, a beau- tiful girl, now a teacher in golden Western Canada, but true to her native home and loved ones. She wanders through my rooms and sings to me a sweet goodbye, as she must return to her new found home and friends in Edmonton. When she comes again she may not know me for stfange things have hap- pened to me‘ since 1930. When? Where? and Why? I have been cut up, quartered, piled on teams and hauled away to .my mistress’ new property in Alberton, close beside her devoted sister, Mrs. Jflwhelan. Skllful hands have been working on me, putting me in orderonce again, but I wonder if I'll ever look the same to my loved ones. Just the other evening I heard my mis- tress say, "you dear old home, here we are again, and I wonder if you are lonesome, as I have often been when far from you and the rolling, Tollicking blue gray gulf with its God-given brlny tang?" Al; last the Job is finished and this is what I went through in the "operation". I have been cementéd, plastered, shingled and painted, chimneys and fire-place rebuilt. new pump installed, floors renew- ed and polished-flowers blooming. and everybody happy once again lo be alive. Though my front walls are not adorned on one side by the niglish Honeysuckle or on the oth- er by {he English Ivy, as in days agone, I still have the Wild Cucum- ber and trailing vines to meet and greet you, as you enter Oahill- Croft. The little brown house with its sloping red roof, Has an open door for you. Within its walls as in days of old Is a welcome, warm and true. The chairs on the porch and the latch on the gate Await in good order the touch of your hand. While the cooling sea-breezes are over the land. , Tlic pump in the kitchen with its clear, sparkling spring Shall render a. "toast" while the tea-kettle sings, The fruit from the vine and the goodies we hoard shall wme forth from the larder to grace the plain boad Come away- to ihc little llOllSf‘ in the field. _ Wiicu tlic lure of the lnud and the sca An- grcaier than dhi of the curs thronged streets Where a tine Caliill welcomes to thee. bown -Ellzabeth B. Cahlll. Alberton, P. E. Island, lwvember, 1932. Used to think that Christmas was nothing but a day To get a lot of presents and to give ‘ a lot awiw, Greeted “Merry Christmas" helped to trim the tree, Just a day of Christmas was all that I could see; Since I found that -Chrlstmns is more than any clay, Christmas came u; our home and and never went away. —Anoii l CHRISTMAS We may not be merry, the long years forbid it, The years that have brought us such manifold smarts; But we may be happy, if only we carry The Spirit of Christmas deep down in our hearts. [Hence I shall not wish you the old ' "Merry Christmas," ' Since that is of shadowless child- hood a. part; But one that is holy and happy and peaceful, The Spirit of Christmas deep down in your heart. --ANNIE JOHNSON FLINT Bethlehem Exalted Hill with the little olives and me little town! If rivers from their crystal founts flow down. If ‘twas the dawn which did day's gold unbar. Ye were beginnings of the best we are, The most we see, the highest that we know, The liftng lieavcnward of life below. , EDWIN ARNOLD man's Transformation You ask me, what is Death? It is exactly like a. transformation scene. At the paiitomiiie the scene was Just like the world. There were trees and houses, and people, com- mon people, likeanyone. Then aud- denly, clickl 0h, it was wonderful. Everything was changed. The trees had leaves of gold and silver, and the houses were like fairy palaces, and there were strange lights, red and blue, and there were great garlands of the niosi: beautiful flowers, and the people were like angels, with gems, and shining clothes. Well, you un- dei-stand, at first we had only seen one aide of the scene-then clicki everything was turned round, and we saw the other side. That is like life and death. Always when we are alive, we can see only one side of things. But there is the other side, the under side. Never, so long as we are alive, we can never, never see it. But when we die-clickl It is a trans- formation scene. Everything 1a turned round, and we can see the other side. Oh, it will be very dif- ferent, it will be wonderful. That is what they call Death-Henry Harland. Spirit of Goodwill Note with what eager spirits the little children enter into the prep- aration for their Christmas. They enjoy them more, much more, than they do the filial receiving o1 their individual gifts. And so do you, my friend. Alld in the progress of the days this side of the pleasure of ii continual feast as the mere taking of gifts could ncvcr lic. You could not have, you W0lll(l not enjoy, a bundle of Clirst-mns gifts for every morning after breakfast. But the spirit of goodwll gets exercise and ciiiFiliiinefit every day in wishing or in pfannlng good for others. It is the secret of a perpetual zest in life. a never-ending pleasure of 84i- venture, a. wise investment which never gets into the court of-bank- ruptcy. 'I‘hink how stale and how distressed for the little folks the week before Christmas would be if they were strictly forbidden to buy or think of anybody‘; presents but their own! It would take away not only the pleasure of anticipation, but a‘so of surprise. A purchase is a purchase, an unlocked-for g'ft with love behind it is a Christmas gift. And, worst of nil. such a seclusion in a world of selfish thought would deprive them of the supreme pleas- otherl. good will may conic to be for you ' THIE CHARLOTTETOWN GUARDIAN The Gauld Lao! O’Hylton Hylton Castle, in the County of Durham, England, overlooks a bend of the river Wear, about four miles from the sea. Centuries ago its pre- cincts witnessed a tragedy whose strange particulars have become a legend handed down through the generations, and often repeated when the Yule clog glows and a star-lit darkness covers the land. One St. 'I‘liomas's clay, the sliort- est day invtlie year, the Lord of iiyltori strode across the courtyard‘ to the stables to look to the care of his horses, which, iii tliosc turbulent times, were but little less valued than his serfs. It was never known what displeased him, but, in un- governable rage, he seized a. straw fork and flung it. at an unlucky stable boy, who happened to be thej only attendant present. The fork struck the wall, rebounded and pierced the boy to the brain, and he fell dead at his masters feet. Hylton was aghast: not from fear of the law for the _Klng‘s justice hardly ran in that wild country“ It was fear of the Church, which alone in those days stood up for the com- mon man, that caused the noble to blench .The Lord Bishop of the County Palatinate, armed with both temporal and spiritual terrors, and invested judicially with the power of life and death, would not hesi- tate to call him to account, and he foresaw a. heavy penance. He there- fore concealed the body under the straw, and when the sunlight was fading from the western sky, car- ried lt to a lonely pool in the woods, and, after weighting the clothing has lost its grimness: its owners” have enlarged and ornamented the stately pile. The very people are diflerent; kiiidlicr, more restrained, and law-abiding. (fliy the “cauld lad" is unchanged and now he is unwelcome. It is the eve of St. Thomass Day and the guests are assembled in the great hall. Story and song go rouiul for each coiitributcs to the l'lll.(‘l‘< talnment after the fashion of that simpler day. Tlic familiar legend oft the castles spectre is again rc-P counted, and from a straiigcr couiirs the query: “Docs uonc aitcnuu lo lay the restless spirit?" "Not. for ‘Farce (‘reams Face Powders Dusting Powders mlny years, since it seems useless," Perfumes was the answer. "Then lay a. cloak Toilet Waters and a hood where thc spirit can see Toilet Sets in Pearl and Amber Parisian Ivory Ebony Sets Toilet Combinations Manicure Sets Yardley’s Toilet Sets Fhree Flowers Sets Ashes of Roses l-Ioubigant Sets Coty’s Sets Ladies and Gents ’I‘ravelling Sets Vanity Cases .Atomizers Atomizer Sets Bath Salts STATIONERY Boxed Writing Paper Writing Cases Bridge Sets Playing Cards Watermanis Fountain Pens Watermanis Pencils tliem and watch liic uuicuinc!" How the stranger gucei backed up his advice we are not told: enough that on the Christmas Eve a red cloak and hood were laid out be- fore the fire ere the company rc- tired, leaving n bolder retainer to. watch. At midnight the door swung open and the well-known form entered, It advanced to the fire and saw the garments lying, red a: the iircglow itself. Hastily putting them on, as if in delight, ‘it frisked fantastically about the hall. Then it sang: ‘I "Here's a cloak and here's a hood. The Cuuld Lad o’ Hyltoifll dae nae mair good!" I So singing it gambolled through the open door and vanished for cvermore from mortal eyes. Such is the legend of the Cauld Lad. It and others like it were the with stones, flung the corpse into the sullen depths. The father and moths! waited long in their humble cot, but their boy returned no more, Presently strange doings were whispered of in the castle. Domest- ics, passing along thellvflmy i101‘- rldors, heard footsteps but saw no living thing, while a chill wind, like an icy breath, fanned their cheeks. Doors opened and shut while no one was near. The visitant, whatever it was, as if growing bolder, proceed- cd to other and more impish actions. It was the duty of the kit- cheii maids, after the last meal of the day, ‘to wash the bowls and platters in the banquetting hall, and stack them on the sideboard, in readiness for the morning. What was their Sl_1l‘|)l‘lSC‘0ll rising, to find the dishes, begrlmed and dirty. scattered all over the dining table! Everybody denied knowledge of the prank, and awaited breakfast while the dishes were again collected and washed. This was bad enough, but when. the trick was repeated the next night, and the night after that, it was felt that something must be done. The house steward, whose do- iiiain was thus disturbed, determ- ined to watch in concealment, all night in hope to catch the offender in the act. Next morning he had a. strange tale to tell. Nothing had occurred till midnight, when, with- out a. sound, the door opened and a. dripping form, which he instantly recognized as that of~the missing stableboy; slowly entered. The spectre (for such it was) made its way to the fireplace, wliere the dy-. lng embers still gave out a glow, and seating itself, rocked to and frohmuttering, “cauld, . . . cauld!" How long this continued the spell- bound steward couid not tell, but at last the goblin snatched up wood ashesifrom the hearth and scatter- ed them over the dlslies which it then strewed about in confusion. Then it retired as quietly as it came. It was clear that only the spirit- ual arm could hope to prevail against an apparition, so the parish priest "was called in to "lay the ghost.” The good father came, but, as if suspecting trouble, the ghost did not. Still, an exorcism was re- peated in the hope that "the cauld lad“ (as it had conic to be callcdl might be within earshot. Vain hope! Next night the confusion was every whit as bad. The kitchen maids, for obvious reasons, concluded to leave the dishes iuiwashcd and the hall iii disarray. They got another surprise next morning, when they found the dishcs clean and neatly stacked. and the hall in better order-as they admitted-than they tlicni- selves could arrange it. Naturally the "cauld lad" was left to tidy up delight of the old and the terror of the young, in former days. We may picture the narrator, a born story- teller, worthy descendant of the last niinstrel, sinking his voice to a thrilling undertone as he recalls the crime, and then calling up laughter at the apparition’: freaks. ‘These legends are fast dying out, not so much from our fuller knowledge, but because they depended on a local peasantry living generation after generation, in the same place, living the same lives and handing down the same sayings to their sons. Modern conditions have aller- ed all that: easy transport has intermingled men of many counties, and local habits and traditions arc selec liat to sec if the drunk or not. As soon as that is done, seize th Christmas Gifts Everyone , Sugared Fruit Jellies h}; We are at your service, let us help in your Johnson & Johnson The Quality Drugstore Corner Kent and Prince Streets water through the table. EveryonTglass and-drlxfiie water. is, of course, sceptical, and, after coming from under the table ask one of the audience to remove the water has been PAGE THIWFEIZQIV l.catlici' floods- 'l'hel'l1lus Bottles 'l‘hermos liiis Thermal Heat Pads Cameras Kodaks (Thocoliitcs Fnncflylfoxcd Choc: Crystalizcd (linger Creme de Nlcnthc Jelii. Riley's (Izmdy Ladies Hand Bags Boudoir Lamps Christmas Cards Fancy Soaps .. Powder Pull" (Iontziincrri '1 . hlilitary Sets Flashlights Safety Razors Shaving Sets Walking Sticks Ash Trays (Yigarette Lighters (Tigarette Holders Tobacco Pouches Humidors Cased Pipes (‘igars (‘igarettcs 'l‘oliacco tions. 4i dlnllié); _ Saratov.‘ _.__4 If you like you may announce to the surprised uuthriirc that you have doiic who‘. you promizscd to chi —cirink llic water “ltllfltll. retrieving the hat someone else having re- e moved the hat for you. lost. (Note: cauld and liauld have the "l” sileiitl-Agricolo. .‘_ o A Hat Trick This is a little trick that can be performed with little or no appara- tus, and causes a great deal of fun and amusement at a party. A clever boy will announce that he can place a glass of water upon the table, cover it with a hat, and then drink the water without re- moving the liat. It sounds impos- sible, and every OIlC is anxious to sec the trick pcrformcd. 'I‘l'iis is how it is done. Siaiid a‘ glass of water on a table, borrow a hat and place it over the glass. While doing this patter away about the wonder of the trick and inform the audience that on no rurcouiit must they touch the hat. Then go under the table and ' make a pretense of drinking the our tine WRIST or POCK A fine stock of Ring other Jeyvcllerpz Establ . >-7 r yg GIFTS GALORE This season we find we have too many watches and Pens and Pencils in stock and propose to move them out on the following plan. Everyone who buys one of a Pencil or Fountain Pen, value from $1.01) to $5.00 absolutely FREE. A Christmas other purchases from $2.00 and upward. Artistic engraving done on the premises. E. W. TA YL OR i’ 142 Richmond Street, Charlottciczan the HOLIDAYS ET WATCI-IECS will be pgiveii package given wit h- s, Necklets, Cull‘ Links and ished i870 SUCGES T1o1v5 FOR Santa Claus Gifts for the Christmas Tree-find under it {REE 1-1-3 ER O oooooooooeooookueeeoeu,’l i -J lo-n-q-cno-on oowoonwt li+n+++4+¢++¢¢g,4g“ A ¥ 44440040 ~04ooeovrv0o++00ooo_.4.,4, _ oeoeoorooeooeoooeoo undisturbed, though now and then some wnkeful inmate would hear him singing as lie worked :' “Weds me. Who's me! The acorirs not sown That's to grow the tree, That's to make the boards, That‘: to hauld the bairn, That's to lay mo!’ The years rolled on. Old Lord Hylton before he died. confessed his crime. But the liziriiilcss familiar spook iciiiziiiitd n: its post. Three hundred years-and great changes have come over the land. ure cf planning gifts of love for Where stood the gloomy forest, now are smiling fields. I-Iylton Cutie jolly this year. l\'ll)l)ll<l (‘ARS “YNITHFIS Wreaths hrigh-t colored FhAsiudGlllrh "ml lights, Christmas-tree sets, SRTZOTPHIS (ILQQKS paper Christmas trees, all SBATILS add to the Holiday Spirit in am] Smlfi“ ‘he Mme‘ HOCKEY ouwrrrs LAMPS Make things bright and ‘ ERECTOR SETS SKIS Sll.\'i§lt\\'.-\lll§ GOLF BAGS ALL AT The ROGERS HARDWARE LIMITED BRASSWARE fillMPANY , .-'="'“'.- j .10.!- ..,..