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CHAPTER XX. Wedding Bells. [Newspaper Article] — Birchip Advertiser and Watchem Sentinel — 12 August 1914
CHAPTER XX. Wedding Bells. There were great rejoicings in Port Cralgie. Elsie Bisset had come to the central day in her life, and the burly, roystering fisher lads had made up their mind to make the most of it. Inside the house all was bustle and confusion. The wedding "breakfast" was already laid in the kitchen, and Baker Ramsay was there with his huge beefsteak pies and pastries. In the "room" the guests were assembled, and spent the time of waiting in scru tinising the presents they had sent. Very sensible presents they were— blankets and dinner sets, cutlery and hand-knitted garments. Roy Morrison had sent one of his masterpieces in oil, and very proud he was of it. It was a picture of a steam-drifter, floating solidly on bil lows of cotton wool. Roy was no im pressionist, and Gcorned-the lazy3hifts o£ the artists who loafed on the jetty every Bummer. His picture was a protest against "carelessness o' de tail," as he said, and in truth was an object lesson in industry. Every rop...
A BROTHER'S LOVE Published by Arrangement with Cassell and Co. All Rights Reserved. CHAPTER XIX. The Confession. [Newspaper Article] — Birchip Advertiser and Watchem Sentinel — 12 August 1914
A BROTHER'S LOVE By GRAHAM BROWN, Author of "The Soul of Lucille," "The League of the Sacred Scarab," etc. Published by Arrangement with Cassell and Co. All Rights Reserved. CHAPTER XIX. The Confession. The words were quietly uttered, yet if a bombshell had fallen into the room the effect could not have been more electrical on Eric Galbraitli. His face became the color of paper, and the cigarette he had been lighting fell from his nerveless fingers. "Oh, heavens!" he groaned, "what do you know about Nellie Charlton? You have told Elsie—oh, you " "Be quiet, •Eric. Elsie will never know from me." "But what do you know? Some friend " "Do not try to hide it. 1 know everything, Eric," and in a quiet voice Angus told his brother of the mysteri ous letter. "Show me the letter, old man," said Eric, brightening, "perhaps it's a hoax." But he trembled in spite of his attempts to pass it oh. lightly. "The letter," said Angus, "is burn ed." "Burned!" and the boy's eyes flash ed fire. "Is this a...
PART OF THE BUSINESS. [Newspaper Article] — Birchip Advertiser and Watchem Sentinel — 12 August 1914
part of the business. The members of the Independent Ord'1!- of Enthusiastic Good Fellows Were operating on Mr. Timberwheel a few weeks ago, putting him through the operations supposel to he neces sary to convert the ordinary citizen into an Enthusiastic Good Fellow. They were almost through with the initiation when some kind of an ex Plosion at the store over which the hall was situated blew the building into the middle of the street, and in terfered with the ceremonies. Ready hands set to work and ex tricated the people from the debris. Fortunately no one was very much hurt, but aftdr a census had been taken Mr. Timberwheel was found to be missing. A search was instituted, and before long ho was found in an at]joining yard, where tlio force of the explosion had landed him. He silt in a lodge-room chair, and his tyes were still blindfolded. "Why on earth didn't you take that thing off your eyes and get out of the chair when the explosion occurred?" "sked one of the Enthusiastic Goo...
Advertising [Newspaper Article] — Birchip Advertiser and Watchem Sentinel — 12 August 1914
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WIT AND HUMOR. [Newspaper Article] — Birchip Advertiser and Watchem Sentinel — 12 August 1914
WIT AND HUMOR. "Truth," saw Edward Thring, Is doing, your best-always. The truth we put into our work is precisely that for which no one can pay us It's surprising how unpractical some very learned men are," said Jephson. "There's Professor Bulton, for example. He spent over half his life in acquiring fluency in nine or ten languages, and then married a woman who never gives !»ra a chance to get a word in edgeways!" "See here, waiter" exclaimed the indignant customer,' "here's a piece of wood in my sausage!" "Yes, sir," replied the waiter, .but I'm sure—er " "Sure nothing! I don't mind eat ing the dog, but I'm blowed if I'm go ing to eat the kennel, too." A school-tear.her was cashing her monthly cheque at the bank, when the bank clerk apologised for the dirty condition of the notes he handed to lier, saying, "I h0pe you-re not afraid of microbes." "Not a bit!" the teacher replied. 'I'm sure no microbe could live on my salary." Husband: "Why don't you wear your coat?!' Wife: "It's l...
KITCHEN WRINKLES. [Newspaper Article] — Birchip Advertiser and Watchem Sentinel — 12 August 1914
KITCHEN WRINKLES. To remove rust from a knife, plunge the blade into an onion and leave it for-an hour. Then polish in the usual way. Before using a new comb wash it in soapy water, and when dry rub with a little olive oil. It will then last twice as long. To remove bloodstaius, soak the article in cold water to which am monia has been added; wash in warm water with naptlia soap. Flowers keep better in damp sand than in water. Flowers for the table may be more gracefully arranged in a jar of wet sand than in a foundation of moss. Always sandpaper the soles of baby's new shoes before they have been worn. This keeps her from slip ping on the bare or polished floors,, and prevents many a bad fall which could easily result in a sprain or a broken bone. Curtains will hang straight and look much nicer if a small lead weight is sewn in each end of the lower hem. In thin curtains the weight will pre vent them blowing about, and they will hang, as they should, following the line of woodwork....
WONDERFUL CLOCK. [Newspaper Article] — Birchip Advertiser and Watchem Sentinel — 12 August 1914
WONDERFUL CLOCK. Twenty thousand minute pieces of wood entered into the construction of the elaborately-ornamented Notre Dame Cathedral clock made by Mr. j James Calway, of Skowhegan, Maine. ^ This three-storey clock, which is finely carved, stands 7ft. lOin. in height. It took Mr. Calway six long years to complete It, working night after night when his household was sleeping. Mr. Calway followed his own plans, which are entirely original. In the upper storey six folding doors open every ten minutes and the apos tles appear, marching in time to an air played by a large music box con trolled by the clock, each one bow ing before the Saviour as they pass, except the fourth one, which repre sents ' Peter, who turns his back on the Saviour, and the evil spirit comes out from the upper storey of the clock and blows a trumpet In honor of Peter. The second storey Is In the form of a mansion with double doors in front, which also open every ten minutes. Lazarus appears at he' rich man's doo...
Advertising [Newspaper Article] — Birchip Advertiser and Watchem Sentinel — 12 August 1914
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WIRELESS ROMANCE. [Newspaper Article] — Birchip Advertiser and Watchem Sentinel — 12 August 1914
WIRELESS ROMANCE. Ten years ago a boy and girl affair was brought to. an end through a proposal being lost in the post, but i the error of the-mail system- has at j last been rectified by a marconigram. for Mrs. Frances Thompson, while on a recent voyage across the Atlantic, received another offer of marriage ! fronjj her aforetime suitor and mar conied her acceptance. The man in the case is a "Mr. F. • Macintyre, -who | in the early days lived at Leith, Scot land, where Mrs. Thompson resided as a girl, says the "Wireless World." On reaching manhood he emigrated to America to make his fortune, and, this accomplished, he sent the proposal which was fated never to reach its destination. The romance seemed at an end, and the girl married. A year ago her husband died, and last Christ mas Mrs. Thompson decided to visit some friends in America. Hearing of this, Mr. Macintyre, trusting no long er to the vagaries of the post, wire lessed his important message — and the invisible agent did t...
THE WORLD'S BEST BEGGAR. [Newspaper Article] — Birchip Advertiser and Watchem Sentinel — 19 August 1914
THE WORLD'S BEST BEGGAR. I The "world's best beggar" is now a peer of the realm, the Hon. Sydney Holland becoming Viscount Itnutsford upon tho death of his father n eliort time ago. The new peer is well known for his work in connection with the London Hospital, and his ingenious devices to raise contributions for that institution have earned him the titlo of the "world's best beggar." Once he offered a guinea to anyone who would givo him a lifie to fill a hoarding, and so gained a cheap ad vertisement for tho six weeks that the competition lastod. Another of his ruses was to acknowledge subscrip tions in Agony columns of the news papers, and add, "Six accidents an hour." In the course of his bogging crusades be has acquired an insight into tho art of advertising such ns few pro fessional experts could hope to beat. 1-Ie finds that a letter to the newspap ers must oither end in "a sob or a smile." "A letter signed by three mil lionaires, a bishop, and a society lady,'' he says, "is n...
HOW TO GET SLEEP. [Newspaper Article] — Birchip Advertiser and Watchem Sentinel — 19 August 1914
HOW TO GET SLEEP. "Insomnia is a penalty tho increas ing strain of modern life throws upon our brains," said a physician to an in torviewer recently. "Tho man who works with his muscles and lives in the open air is rarely a victim of sleep lessness. The essentials for a good night's rest are mental repose, a requisite amount of muscular fatigue, comfortable body heat, and plenty of ventilation. The most difficult to secure is lessened brain activity. An excellont plan is to take a half-hour's brisk walk just before bedtime, followed by a hot bath and a rub down, and tlien a cup of warm milk and a biscuit or two ag one gets into bed. If, in addition, the mind be focussed on some pleasant but not exciting topic, a night's rest is assure.] to all but the most chronic sufferer. "Tho type in which the sleeper sud denly wakes an hour or so after having fallen asleop usually means that more outdoor muscular exercise is requir ed."
CHAPTER XXXII. Found Out. [Newspaper Article] — Birchip Advertiser and Watchem Sentinel — 19 August 1914
CHAPTER XXXII.' Found Out. He tottered into the room, leaving the door ajar. For a moment he was stunned, then all the fires of his an ger were kindled against this woman who had dogged his footsteps. He had congratulated himself that he was rid of her for ever. But when he saw the pallor of her face, and the large, dark eyes, red-rimmed and sad, somehow the harsh word on his lips remained unspoken. "Nellie," he said, frigidly, "I did not expect to see you here." "I suppose not," she answered, with the faintest trace of a sneer. "I am in the way now. After calling forth a love which fills the vision and ab sorbs the energy7 of a girl's soul, you tiro of your—your plaything." "Look here, Nellie," ho said, firmly. "I deserve your 6corn; hate me, loathe me; but for heaven's sake leave me to myself." "Eric Galbraitli," she answered loudly, raising her hand towards the ceiling, "that is the last thing I shall do. Don't you know I'm a desperate woman? Heavens! sometimes I think I am going...
CHAPTER XXXIII. Nearly a Murderer. [Newspaper Article] — Birchip Advertiser and Watchem Sentinel — 19 August 1914
CHAPTER XXXIII. Nearly a Murderer. Angus Galbraith stood on the hearth rug, with a face as rigid as i£ carved in marble. He had come prepared fo;1 something like this, for he had been disappointed so often in his brother; but when the hideouBness of the thing was presented to his eyes thus sudden ly it froze him into stone. And to Eric, his face, rigid as a graven image, was more terrible than passionate eyes and a corded brow. As for Nellie Charlton, the shallows of her soul were not stirred either to anger or fear. She turned her tear stained face brazenly to the intruder, rose slowly to her feet, and with an attempt at sang froid, said, "You must introduce me to your friend, Eric." The boy heeded not the flippant word. "Angus," he stammered, "I was not —I swear I was not—for heaven's sake, don't look at me liko that." At last the towering form on the rus; found voice. "Madam," ho said, i.i deep, vibrating tones, "I must intro duce myself. I am this—this man's brother. I have come...
A BROTHER'S LOVE Published by arrangement with Cassell & Co. (Continued from other side.) CHAPTER XXX. Out of the Charmer's Net. [Newspaper Article] — Birchip Advertiser and Watchem Sentinel — 19 August 1914
A BROTHER'S LOVE By . GRAHAM BROWN, Author of "The Soul o> Lucille," "The League of the Sacred Scarab," etc. Published by arrangement with Cassell & Co. (Continued from other side.) CHAPTER XXX. Out of the Charmer's Net. The season was almost over, anO the gaming tables of Monte Carlo were rapidly giving up tlieir votaries. The bonafide tourists who had coma to these Mediterranean shores to es cape the fogs and frosts of England were going home; only the confirmed gambler, the roue, and the adventurer remained behind, some with feverish hopes of staving off the day of stark ruin by a streak of belated luck, some because, a pretty face held hopes of a liaison that would yield no end of dollars; others, again—well, Monte Carlo was the safest place for them. The palatial Hotel Brenard was nearly deserted, and the large rooms were ghostly and dim like empty thea tres. Nellie Charlton, the famous star of the music-halls, stayed on, torn between two desires—licr infatua tion fo...