Winnipeg Free Press

Winnipeg Free Press (Newspaper) - October 6, 1928, Winnipeg, Manitoba The nameless dog that caused a his name is forgotten and even it it were known probably i could not spell it to ear nothing of pronouncing it. For lie gaelic and the ancient gaelic names of Ani Mals and of human.1 alike Are hard to turn in to modern English. Such As he though he started a War and he did much to change the trend of scottish history. He is known Only As favorite hound of King a scottish Monarch who reigned some time in the eighth Cen Tury. The plots and the scots could not live together in Scotland or anywhere else. Soon or late one of the two uncongenial races must be driven from the Laud. Scots represented the modern and progressive element and the pics still Clung to their ancient barbarian customs. For example the pics Are said to have tattooed their bodies by Way of ornament and to have worn few clothes above these Tattoo designs. Wherefore their enemies after kill Iii some richly tattooed plot in Bat the would skin the victim and have his brightly coloured hide made into a garment. Says the old Saga a painted coat King Vortigern had on which from a naked pict Bis grands re you Gnu understand that Semi like the pics had few mod Ern ideas As to honesty or indeed about anything which goes toward National Honor or development. They took what they could win by Force or what they Rould steal. A great Deer Hunt was planned by King crash lint and w As attended by hundreds of pics As Well As by the scottish followers of the King. It was a Hunt i which the prowess of the by Albert Payson Terhune f j2l there a Gre it Deer Hunt. Pict dog was to be matched against the pics begged their scottish hosts that of the scottish Breeds. To give them some of these magnify the scottish hounds proved them cent dogs in order that they might selves so much better in scent Power cultivate that Breed in future and in coursing and in courage thut courteously King cent hint consented and he ordered his master of the Leash chief Huntsman to give the guests a dozen or More of the Best dogs in his pack. The Palcu were not Content. The favorite hound of King crate lint was so much better in every Way than was any other dog they had Ever seen or heard of that they asked the King to include this canine chum of his in the Gilt. Crash lint refused. Lie loved the great dog and he would not part with him. So the pict started Back borne with such dogs As the King had consented to let then have from his Royal puck. When they had left the court it was discovered that they had also by oleic the Monarch s hound. Word of the loss was carried far and near. If the Hunt had been Good will Ges Ture to bring the two races closer to Gether this theft instantly undid any such effect. The scots were furious at the Dis Graceful behaviour of their recent guests and at their Sovereign s loss of his loved hound. I am going to copy verbatim from Holm shed s history of written to 1586. To describe the a Loup that followed the master o the Leash being in formed thereof pursued after them that had stolen ratin thinking in deed to take him from them but these pics were not willing to part with him. Pell an altercation. At the end of it they chanced to strike the master of the Leash through with their horse Spears so that he died presently. Whereupon noise and cry being raised by the servants divers of the scots As they were returning time from the Hunting came Back. Falling upon the plots to revenge the death of their score gentlemen be Sloet. Of the commons not understanding until what the matter Mew the plots there Hundred slain. Am to stance led to the bloody these two the bloody led to the wiping out Power in Scotland. The Picu within a few years Oua horde of plots the scots ruled try whence they Barieau chem be. As yielded place to and one namely Tot the fighting. He by or the clash which 1om inevitable. Nowadays to Muul ties. More feuds and Are started because of wait m from almost All Otter Brovont together. That human t haps. It certainly was human j fight Over a dog dispute m As the Days when the rav0 of King crash lint of Scotland the history of perhaps of All great Batuta though this hound ten done Little worthy of i capt to be the chum of to have been stolen by Guc its yet the mighty Rew chum ship and of the theft k to a place in our copyright. Mcnought the married life of Helen and warn an old trunk tragedy spurs Helen s revolt at the tyranny of Ivy Maikl Nikki Iii a t Kukk to whatever happened to that by camera Uncle George gave Warren propped his folded paper against the sugar bowl. In the Hall closet i think. Why dear we never use is thought we might give it to dispatching his Oatmeal. Going on his vacation next week. Heard him say he wanted Why that s an expensive Helen s instinctive protest at his nonchalant generosity. Fifty five dollars the Booklet that came with what of cracking an egg with unnecessary vigor. You just said we never use hell get a great kick out of of course they did t need two cameras. But if the other should be broken or lost and Jerry so less. A cheaper one would do him just Well. Dear it was Uncle George s anniversary buttering a bit of Toast. It hardly seems right to give it huh. Got your nerve to pull that turning his paper with a Dis gusted rattle. That s your passing on gifts. Did t you just stick Morley with aunt Amelia s but that was so Flushing. You know we did t need Don t need that camera his Coffee. But you never ban part with anything that s Worth few Bucks. Of All the close fluted Helen s flaming resentment. She was t close she did give things. But not recklessly like judgment. No marmalade holding out on that Warren that s not Fairl pushing the Jar from behind his paper. You know i m always giving yes junk you Don t rejent Wessly. Got More stuff stowed away that Hall closet crammed to the ceiling. But you anguish Over every Little thing you cough up. Talk about hoarding you be got Hoard tvs All right. Got it now get that razor Warren pushed Back his chair. Dear i was t going out following him to the Hall. Promised to help mrs. Reed with those trunks what picking up his hat and stick. She going Why no i told brushing a hair from his sleeve. We re to go through her aunt s one from Boston who just Well Don t forget Curtly. Only decent razor i be banging Oil. His usual morning irritability aggravated by that Camora. Brooding As she hurried through her morning duties. His contempt of her economies always withering. Hoarding things did she was t always giving not with Hla Thon i piss prodigality. Careful Dis it Wou it to the most Good. But that expensive camera to his careless office boy Why not lend it to him for ills vacation Compromise on that. An unhappy morning of forced justifications. The depressing self analysis that Warren s criticisms always started. The Forenoon dragged. Two o clock at inst. Time to go up to mrs. Reed s morbid introspection. Better take a Smock. Be prepared for Dusty work. Hurrying out to the elevator. Of to the tenth floor. Thrilled anticipation. Going through old the lure of the unknown. The maid ushered her into the room. Mrs. Reed kneeling before an open trunk. Two others still bound with rope. The air heavy with camphor and the must less of things Long packed away. I m so glad you be come i m too Blue for through All yes. I of what be i stepped Helen Drew Back at a grinding crunch just those on every thing aunt Flora had a mania for Jet. Look at hold lug up a Black silk bisque. Fit Ted boiled. Leg of Mutton sleeves. Jot. Dozens like it Black net Bluck lace and Jet the serviceable clothes i m sending to the salvation but they would t wan they Helen slipping on her Smock. They have so Many ways of using Well they re calling in the Mojo tossing tie Blouse into a Large corrugated Box. When that s filled Well have to make bundles 1 and the animal reminded Helen always pleading for her favorite Charity. Where shall we put the things for their rummage pile them on the floor till this trunk s empty. If you la go through the sort those Small things Well decide what to do with in the first Box gloves. Long Black pair. Never worn tissue paper still twisted around the buttons. They re so old i m afraid they re mrs. Need Shook out a Many ruffled Petticoat try a yes the dried out kid cracking. White at the seams. She d buy things at sales and hide them away. That s what makes it so Flora never had any use of her things. Just hoarded reluctantly tossing the worthless gloves in the waste Basket. A Box of collars. High boned col Lars. Black net and lace. Most of them never with the Price tags. Drawstring bags with tangled con tents. Buttons braid time stiffened dress Shields stretch less elastic Corset stays hair curlers. Everything kept. Even Sleazy Candy hox ribbons wound on old calling cards. Helen tried to picture her. Aunt name sounded frivolous. But nothing frivolous about these Prim Black garments. How old was your shaking out a Camphore Black lace shawl. Of this is yes i la keep consigning to the waste Basket a tape tied Corset. She was almost and no Helen untangling some Black velvet neck bands. No she never married. The Man she was engaged to died. Tills skirt s Yards the weight she had a very lonely life. Almost a in that big old House. We dreaded going there when we were everything Al Mierse together. Mis Cellaneous assortments tied in old handkerchiefs napkins even bags improvised from old stockings. And her bargain avidity. Many marked Down tags. Bolts of ribbon lace. Boxes of of spools. Packages of Rusty Needles. Bundles of shoestrings. And buttons Pearl Jet. Card after card. Jet fringe pet buckles. Just mrs. Reed dug out a Bolt of heavy Black ribbed silk. It would make a wonderful it s Strong a testing tug at the end. Ripped Yards and for nothing. And Here s another now at the second trunk. Two one of Black Grenadine another Black watered taffeta. Both Rotten with age. Tis Good to walk a country Lane with one Good Friend along and git you Down where or you will to hear a wild Bird s song and name the Trees which shelter you if you should choose to sit and watch the White Drifting by and dream a Little bit. The dust along a country Lane is Good to kick about. There is no tide of traffic there hut Only gardeners out and Only patient Farmers wives All Busy with their Chorea who no doubt wonder As you pass what brings Yon by their doors. Sometimes the children look at you in such a curious Way they sue you staring at a tree they live with every Day. And no doubt wonder what you find so wonderful to they d rather look at build Ings tall than any Maple tree. How True it is that those who dwell along the country Lane think buildings tall Are wonderful and Trees severely Plain and City men who Long for Hills and streams Ami open space will glorify the country Lane which seems so common place. What a Helen growing Heap of discards Only used it or Given it As not aunt Flora an Art she d Amanini ing things. And with her was so hoarding Warren s she would she Ever be l already she found it Hajdaj stored up goods. The tyranny some Day someone Golcz her trunks her wasted from d Chimes. Half past five now to Start the trunk. But you la come up pleaded mrs. Reed. I Diwi alone. Of wait you must yes i want you to have i her a carved Ivory fan one still valuable trinkets. Almost six when Helen still in her rumpled Maoci with exalted p profit from that pathetic Obj now if Only Warren had t coca no answering hello to her Rushing to tit bring the ladder to tin us radiating disapproval of to dinner interruption Anui u the flapping Stepladder Clint it s so hold to get something from the t i Ain t got no Lime to f sullenly. I got to Baste Ca never mind you Flold til with unusual authority. The bang of the Hall Dot where Are you i m hear the Cis Well what in door. Dear you hold the pulling Down a View be Box. What the Sam Hill fou i. Deftly catching ;