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The Exeter Times-Advocate, 1927-09-08, Page 2
ft.I ! 111 SOFTENS WATER I life-like motions began to grind corn, just as the women grind daily in the houses of the villages, cmshlpg the hard grain between the stone surfaces of the metate and the mano. These ■ mannequins worked industriously and , with movements not'at ait mechanical. .‘Then a little bird fluttered along the l.’SCTcen, piping and whistling. Shrills I of delight from the youngsters', to be followed by audible' gasps, for froni^a side panel ■came twisting a long snake, to dart among tlie corn biles of the scenic field, and then to retreat back ward through the hole from which jt had. appeared. These actions follow- Scientist Defends Using White Breach ' diamonds the dewdrops that still lingered on the lawn. To Andrel.ouis, sauntering there with hands clasped behind' him and head hunched between his shoulders —for life had never been richer in material for reflection—came precent- ly Aline through one of tho glass dcors from th© library. “Have you decided' what you are going to do?” she asked him. “Oh, something. Consider that in four years I have been lawyer, poli tician, swordsman, and buffoon— especially' the latter/ There is al ways a place in the world for Scara- mouche.” “Don’t Andre!” t " “You are inedneere, you know.” Dance of the Dolls “Of course I am. Do you expect , ,r{« man wtan hvnwkv is’ One afternoon, at First Mesa, I came the''very keynote of hunwt netae? J OF IWO A MU.YU MJ every means in my power . . . M. doj La Tour d’Azyr.” | He paused before uttering the name, paused as if hesitating how to speak of hiim. “And in those two years I have deceived myself as to the motive that was spurring me. That even had1 he not killed Philippe de Vilmorin, things would still have been the same.” “But why, Andre?” He stood still and looked- at her. “Because he sought you, Aline. “I fought hijn—a rat fighting a lion—fought him relentlessly until I saw that love had1 come to take in your heart the place of ambition. Thep ,1 desisted1.” ° “Until you saw that love had taken the place of ambition!” Tears had been gatheiung in her eyes whilst he was speaking. Now amazement elim inated her emotion. “But when did you see that? When?” “Surely, Aline, that morning when you came to beg me not to keep my . engagement with him in the Bois, you were moved by concern for him?” “For him! It was concern for you,” she cried, without thinking what she said. He saw light, dazzling, blinding, and it scared him. “And that was why you fainted?” he asked1, incredu lously. She looked at him without answer ing. As she began to realize how much she had been swept into saying by her eagerness to make him realize his error, a sudden fear came creep ing into her eyes. He held1 out both hbndts to her. “Aline! Aline!” I-Iis voice broke on ’the name. M. die Kercadiou, emerging a mo- He held her face between his hands ment later from the library window, I .5! ill T74 when yoix want a change. It’s delicious ..I CHAPTER XII.—(Cont’d.) | Through the windows open to M. de La Tour d’Azyr stood there garden came from the distance & theHHHH_________ . the by the table very erect and dignified, I faint throbbing of a drum to remind them of what was happening around them. At last Andre-Louis began to speak, his voice level and unutterably cold. “M. de aL Tour d’Azyr,” he said1, “I trust that, you’ll agree that this disclosure alters nothing since it effaces nothing of all that lies 'be tween us. And yet . . Oh, 'but what can it avail to talk! Here, monsdeur, Avhxh to leave this house, and to take QUt fOT Mme. de Plougastels footman, you” cwn measures for your safety,” j iJ- —1............ .......... — 1---L ‘ V’a't..' Listen!” Madame was pant ing. f’ louis as if moved by some premoni tion of what was coming. “Gervais! This is hordble!” “Horrible, perhaps, but inevitable. I am a man in despair, the fugitive of a lo’t cause. That man holds the keys op escape. Besides, between hiim and me there is a reckoning to be paid,” His h-md came from beneath his ©c-at, and it came armed with a pistol. Mire c’.» Plougastel screamed, and flung hwself upon hiim. On her knees now. sbr clung to his arm with all he.” st- e' |■'•*■h and might. Va-r.lv lie saught to shake himself free of th .t desperate clutch. E-’t Ar.-’re-Louis had taken advan talee of that moment of M. de La Tour d’A z\ r’s impotence to draw a pistol in h£* turn. “Stand away, madame.” F?r from obeying that imperious command, Mme.^-de Plougastel ro^ie to her feet to cover the Marquis with her body But she still clung to his ann, cJun-o- to it with unsuspected strength that continued to prevent him from attempting to use the pistol. “He is yo-’ir father, Andre!' Ger vais, he is your son—our son! The letter ... on the table ... O my God!” And she slipped nervously to the ground, and crouched there sobbing at the feet of M. de La Tour d’Azyr. ready to perish as he lived—without fear and without deception. ArA e-Lo-uds came slowly forward until ha reached the table on the other side and then at last the mus- <> el<>« of his set face relaxed, and he laughed-. “You laugh?” said M. de La. Tour d’Azyr, frowning, offended. “You have surprised me into it. Ii ____ ____ give von three minutes, monsieur, in j take this' safe-conduct which is made and with it make your escape as best . you can. In return I will beg of you She flung away from Andre-' the favor never to allow me to see you or hear of you again.” The Marquis rose slowly to his feet again. lie came slowly forward1, his smouldering eyes scanning his_son’s face. “You are hard,” he said grimly. “But I recognize the hardness. It derives fiom the blood you bear.” “Spare me that,” said Andre-Louis. M. de La Tour considered him gravely, sadly, in silence. for a mo ment. He turned to Mme. de Plougastel. “Good-bye, Ther-ese!” His voice broke. He had reached' the end of his iron self-control. CORNS Quick relief from painful cprns, tonder toes and pressure of tight shoes. TOiWMWayiy At drug ana ehoe stores everywhere But of those tilings' that should be .. dealt with gently, the tiny shows that 'ed each , other In quick succession. ,. | th© vacationist seldom sees and Bur-1 Tho fellow behind the screen was she begged him. eau Jia& ne,ver jiea,.j of> j recaj] the quite skillful in working his marion- ettes for the delight of those children of the trib 3-. . . Perhaps in all this there was some the very keynote ©i human T1'atJ,re' meaning to start for home once the deep-laid symbolism, checking rigidly For two years I have permuted by I Z aT llX North St«r »« the corn bar- r with my inter-, v,es,-s' of the past aQd future. Perhaps Prince of Wales’ Physician Says it is More Nourishing Than Whole Wheat Maid-of-fill work Cj Everywonian'a Wilson Publishing Company CHAPTER XIII. Across the body of that convulsive ly sobbing, woman, the mother of one and the mistre-s c-f the other, the eyes of those montel enemies* met, in vested with a starred, appalled inter est that, adm it.ted of no words. z M. de I a Tour c’Azyr was the first to stir. Into his bewildered mind tame the jre*ton’ of something that Mme. de Rio 'tnartel had said of a letter that was on the table. He came forward, unhinge>ed. He walked un steadily pa«t this new-found son of him. and took un the sheet that lay beside the candle-branch. A long moment he st<K>d reading it, none heeding him. M. de La Torr d’Azyr read the let* ter slowly through. Then very quiet ly he replaced it. Then he stepped back to Mme. de P’ougastel’s side and stoo’-ed to raise her. 1? “Why was J n^ver told? Why did you tell me that this child had died a few days a^te" birth?” “I was afraid. I ... I thought it better so—that nobody nobody, not even you, should know. There was Plougasfel; theie was my family.” HOLDING HANDS AND STARING EACH AT THE OTHER, ISSUE No. 35—'27 an instant; then very gently kissed her and put her from him. Standing erect, and outwardly calm again, he looked across at And-re-Louis, who was proffering hiim a sheet of papei". “It is the safe-conduct. Take it, monsieur. It is my first and' last gift to you, and certainly the last gift I should ever have thought of making you—the gift of life. In a sense it makes us quits. The irony, sir, is not mine, but Fate’s. Take it, monsieur, and go in peace. M. de La Tour d’Azyi* took it. His eyes looked hungrily into4 the lean Lace -confronting him., so sternly set; He thrust the paper in- his bosom, and then abruptly, convulsively, held out his hand. His son's eyes asked' a question. “Let there be peace between us, in God’s name,” said the Marquis thick ly. Pity stirred at last in Andre-Louis. Some of the sternness left his face. He sighed. “Goor-bye, monsieur,” he said. He loosed1 has son’s band and step ped back. They bowed formally to each other. And then M. de aL Tour d’Azyr bowe<j to Mlle, de Kercadiou ift uttei’ ^ikiice, a bow that- contained •something of utter rmunciat’icn, of beheld them holding hands and star ing each at the other, beatifieally, as if each saw Paradise in the other’s face. (The EnA) done he turned and walked stiffly out of the room, and to out of all their lives. Months later they were io hear of him lit tho service of the Emperor of Austria, CHAPTER XIV. AndiroItouiS took the air morning on. tho terrace at Mouflon. Tho hour was very early, and tho newly risen sun whs transmuting into next Unkind of Him- “Guess you’ve forgotten you owe me five bucks, eh, Bunkie!” C “Now, there you go! forgotten it and now you had and remind me of it again,’’ “Each father must decide heritage he leaves his children, after all he can leave them only what he can leave, ahd Fate seems to be working it out that it will be for my children to judge at their maturity whether their father did well by them by following the urge for hazardous scientific adventure which now impels him.”—Commander Richard E. Byrd, I had almost to up what Rut “Everybody Is somebody's boro.1 Edith Sitwell Mlhaftl's Liniment for sore feet i of the district walking with my inter- ' prefer, and was about to give direc tion concerning the horses when the latter said: “He- want you to stay and see the Doll’s Dance.” Now I had quite a collection of Hop! dolls, those quaint figurines carved with some skill from cottonwood and dressed in the regalia of twig and feather" and fur to represent various katchina of the clans. But I had never heard of a dance devoted to these little mannequina. “What sort of dance is that?” I asked. “It is called the Dolls-Grind-Corn dance," hq replied. ... This interested me. I could see that the interpreter longed to remain overnight among his- people and to take in this show. “Well,” I said, “is- it worth climbing the mesa in the dark?” “I think you will like it," he answ ered; “it is- a funny little dance and the children go to see it.” So I did not order up the team. After' supper, when the twilight had faded into that clouded blackness be fore the stars appear, I scrambled after my guide up the mesa trail, When we reached the end of that pant ing climb, the houses of the people Were murkily lighted by their oil lamps, but most of the householders’ were abroad, going toward the various kivas. To the central one we went, and- down the ladder. The place was lighted by large swinging lamps, borrowed for the oc casion from the trader, lamps that have wide tin shades and may be quickly turned to’ brilliancy or dark ness ‘by a little wheel at the side. I had expected to find it a gloomy place, whereas they had arranged something very like the lighting of a theatre. It was a trifle difficult to find a place in that crowded va’Hlt, The far end was kept clear, but the two long side's and the ladder-end were packed with Hopi women aird. their little ones. Just as I have seen in our theatres, the child ren could -scarcely repress their ner vous interest, now sitting, now stand ing on tiptoe-, turning and watching, as if this would hasten matters. I seated myself on the lower hung of the ladder, believing this place would be most desirable from my point of view because from it I had a view of the kiva’s centre and could most easily make my way to the upper air when things' became too thick. A crowded kiva is' rather foreign in at mosphere ylien filled to capacity and with lamps going. But I soon found that I would be disturbed. From above came the’’ noise of rattles and the clank of equipment, calls- and the shuffling of feet. A line of daifcers descended upon me. I-moved to let them pass into the lighted centre space. They were garbed’ in all the color and design of Hopi imagination, and. wore grotesque masks. They •lined up, and I -sense- their mission was one of merrymaking. Two clowns headed the band and soon had the audience convulsed. They hopped about, postured, and carried on a rapid dialogue. There Was a great dea-Lof laughter. . . Then the dancers filed out, up ladder and away. "They go to another kiva,” said companion. And almost ixninediately came other and different set of funmakers. They took the centre of the kiva and soon had all laughing at similar jokes and grimaces . . I arose and was about to depart; but my interpreter pulled me down. “Wait!” he urged, “They will put out the lights.” This time the dancers did not leave the kiva. One of them dame to the •lamp just above me, and at a signal all the lights were dimmed. The kiva was in thick darkness. » One could hear childish sighs of expectation. Perhaps the lights- were off for thirty seconds-, although it did not seem so long. Then they flared up to reveal a curious little scene that had been constructed in the dark. I had not noticed that the dancers packed any thing in with them. The setting may have been in that crowded kiva all the time; but whore‘had it been conceal ed?At any rate, it wds- a queer little show like that of our “old friend Punch., There was a painted, screen of several- panels, and lh the centre ones were two doMe, fashioned to re present Hopi maidens. Before each was the corn-grinding metate. And farther extended on the floor before them and theft* stone tub was- a minia ture cornfield, tlte sand, and the fur rows, and tho hills of tiny plants. Hardly had the first sigh of pleased, surprise front the children died away, when, oven to my Astonishment, tho dolls became animated, and with odd the my an- it was a primitive object lesson, to en courage thrift and industry aa a bul wark against famine. But if you ask me, I saw in it exactly a repetition of the district schoolhouse or country chapel at holiday time, when Cousin Elmer obliges with a droll exhibition of whiskers’ and sleigh-bells and cotton snowflakes. Sometimes' thci I-Iopi at these festivals for children give them presents too, and a handful of pikl- bread bestowed- by a clown, however bizarre his facial appearance, has1 all the gift-wonder of our childhood Santa Cliaus and liis treasure-pack.—From “Indians- of the Enchanted Desert,”. by Leo Crane......—o--- --- - Sir Harry Johnson The British Empire has lost one of its most eminent servants by the death of Sir Harry* Pohnston, G.C.- M.G., K.C.B. His record as consul, commissioner and administrator in various parts of British Africa is a re cord of great achievefnent accomplish ed with modpsty and with a thorough ness that set a new high water mark in colonial service. He equipped him self for his life’s task by penetrating alone into the heart of the Dark Con tinent. He was of he type born to command. His skill in conciliating natives and in adjusting grievances became proverbial on both the East and West Coasts The crowning suc cess of his active career was perhaps the consolidation of the British Cen tral Africa Protectorate. In addition to his labors in the co lonial field, he was also a most active author, and his range was remark able. He made many valuable con tributions to the literature of Africa; he wrote'’’extensively upon problems of administration; he added largely to the authentic history of the African peoples; and he. was also the author of an entirely new type of novel, in which plots of famous novels by by gone authors were developed and car ried up to the present time. It was an experiment, but it succeeded -be yond his expectations. His official life was a model of what can be done among hostile peoples by the exercise of firmness, courage and humanitarian principles. 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So ciety, has attacked the “food cranks”1 who advocato whole-wheat bread and. i their Ill-formed enthusiasm. Sir Thomas says that, bulk for 5 bulk, white bread possesses more < actual calories than brown, so that ; even at the same price the consumer buys'moire nourishment for has money , in white bread' than in brown. He ' admits that white flour contains lees vitamin B than whole-v/hcat flour. . But this does not mean that the bread baked: of white flour does not contain vitamin B, for yeast is extremely Irieh dm this vitamjn, and' yeast is used dm th© baking of all bread. But even „ if by chemical analysis whole-wheat bread proved to be more nutritious than white (which accord ing to Siir Thomas it does not) there would be no guarantee that th® per son eating it actually got the ad'di- „ tiional nourishment. The net effective Nourishment depends not only on the chemical compoeiticn of the food'., but ’also on the “form of its presentation” to the dijgestive organs, CITES DRAWBACK TO WHOLE WHEAT. 1 “Whole-wheat flour contains more cellulose than white flour, and more than a certain amount of this sub stance is actually a fteiteiTent to di- . igestion and' assimilation,” says Sir Thomas. “It is not whiat you cat that inourisihes you, but what you assimi late. “It is clear, whole question, of the relative values of white and1 whole-meal bread is much mw complicated than the pub lic is led' to suppose by reading recent '* propaganda.” _ * In the press discussion which fol lowed this lecture, Sir Thomas was supported by some other eminent ■* authorities, notably Dr. A. Bostock* r" Hill, emeritus professor of hygiene JL a,nd public health at the University ' ■of Birmingham, and Prof. Barton ,Scammell. ADMITS SOME PERSONS BENEFIT. Prof. Hill, while admitting that some individuals are benefitted by whois-wheat bread, calls it “absurd” to demand the substitution of whole wheat bread for a world product like white bread in order to attain what is called1 a modern standard of health. ' Other prominent physicians, how ever, have rallied to the support of the whole-wheat enthusiasts. One of them, Dr. M. J. Rowlands, ridicules the idea of the vitamins in a tablc- .spc-ortful of yeast being a sufficient substitute for the vitamins in a whole batch of leaves. Dr. Rowland- has recently carried out a comparative,., experiment with wheat germs and with yeast. “The yeast-fed- animals,” ho says, “suffered from an- advanced condition, of dilated stomach, as well as having other pathological condi tions which" are depending On a vita min deficiency.” » Tho pro.-whi.rle wheat argument is further re-enforced by the testimony of stock breeders, who say that white flour has a .“deadly” effect on both poultry and cattle. “Stud farmers and cattle breeders,” says one of these authorities, “would as readily feed their herds on dynamite,” therefore, that tho Super-Socialists Kill Rich Members of the Community London- -Supbr-socialls-ts who kill over-wealthy members of their com munity instead of makitig speeches to them, and cultured cannibals v/ho have an alphabet and write books, were found by Mrs. Violet Clifton, well- known explorer, in a tour of tile Dutchi East Indios. “In the little Islands of North Pageli, off Sumatra,” Mrs. Clifton sailt, In an interview, “the Mentawi tribe exacts death as the price of too much material success. “A prosperous man may bo sitting watching his pigs when he will be seized from behind, bound, carried off, and hanged. 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