SWEET BORONIA

Dominion, Volume 10, Issue 3191, 15 September 1917, Page 8

SWEET BORONIA

A RED CROSS SPRAY AND A MEMORY [By "Wi."j Let us consider the psychology of emelL and the alacrity ot tho shilling. When I 6moll a woodfire I see in my mind's eye'the Lugar water in 'Ayrshire, Scotland, 'dark brown pools, and tho "wee troot." A whiff from a, tannery raises a pieturo of the Turret Stream in Dumfrieshire, a long, long road, and a white Arab pony covering the miles in front of a phaeton. With the sniff of n, bad egg I can see a Wellington lawyer-ox-politician, on top of a verandah on Lamblon Quay on election night, 1908, making attempts to mako himself heard on a subject that nobody wanted to hear. Yesterday I went over to th.o G.P.O. to post a letter. At the Groy Street corner I stopped suddenly, the G.P.O. faded, and my mind flew over the years to a night in tlio gorges of the Hutt Valley, when a great, soft, autumn moon. 6pread a silver «heen on the trees, lit up the crags in glistening statues, and laid a gleaming ribbon, along tho river below. I saw a. white road that wound in and out with the tortuous windings of the river, under the shadows of tho trees, put into the moonlight, and into the shadows again. I saw two horses walking side by side, in perfect step, and two riders in perfect communion. He had his arm round her waist, and "Want a buttonhole?" eaid a voice. "Eh?" I camo back to tho G.P.O. with a jump. A pretty girl was standing in front of me, with a basket of ilowcrs and a coaxing eye. "Buy a button-hole? I said," ehe repeated. "Oh! I bog your pardon," I said, feebly. "I'm afraid my thoughts were somewhere else, just now." "Oh," sho said. "Well, now you can think of the lied Cross." sho said, smiling. It's Hutt Valley Day, you know." "Yes," I said. "I didn't know. Hutt Valley Day, eh? Well, do ye krioiv, it's a funny thing, I was thinking of the Hutt Valley when you spoke." "Wcro yon really!" she said, b'ightly. "Now you WILL buy a button-hole. You MUST." ''Very well," said I, but —" "iVq buts, please," said she. "I insist on boronia." "You're just in time," said she."There's tho last spray in the basket --sixnenco please." "I'll give y°u a shilling," oiid I. "Fixpence for the spray, and sixpence for the niprnory," ' Mystified, she pinned the spray to try lnnei. "Tlio memory?" she said. "That," . said I, "is a secret. Good morning." I couldn't very woll tell this prtlly girl at the G.P.O. corner about an autumn moon, a winding road, two horses, two riders, and the whiff of boronia one of them got when lie—could 1? Besides, she was far too young. Sir J. Madden, IC.C.M.G., etc., Lieuten-nnt-Governor and' Chief Justice of Victoria, when delivering judgment in a case in which an inferior substitute had been pushed as "just as good" as SANGER'S EUCLAYPTI EXTRACT, said with regard to the GENUINE SANDER EXTRACT: "Whenever an article is commended to the public by Teason of its good quality, it is not permissible to imitate any of its features." When using a medicine it is "good quality" , that you want, and SANDER'S EX- • TRACT has the endorsement and approvnl of the highest authorities. Inhaled, applied locally, taken on 6ugar or in water 03 directed, SANDER'S EXTRACT is equally beneficial because it is specially refined and prepared by Sander's proc°£s, nud contains no harmful by-effects TJee SANDER'S EXTRACT oniy when you desiro good and lasting effects; no "just as good. , '—Advt.