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HomeMy WebLinkAboutExeter Advocate, 1914-8-20, Page 664 Or, Dtacie's Confession QIIAPTe tt 11,--eCentareeela "•8o Miss Gray -eyes is ealledi Primrose," thought Belturbet, leaking a mental note ill tell you y henyte Shite is fixed. aeund it}, is understood you will come?" Divide nodded and smiled, "We shall lie the. shabbiest people there," ehe sleelured, and looked archly at him, evidently expecting a compliment, but Belterbet made no effort to produce ono. "What elo seethes matter?" • he said. "I lar infinitely happier in old clothes that, in new," "Ion not!" retorted Dulcie. "I love new acid pretty things. and--" "Dulcie. we ought to be going home," in- ternosed her sister. Rather unwillingly Dulcie rose from the ground and said good-bye to Belturbet. "Thank you so ,much for saying we may come here,' said Primrose, and as her eyes again met Balturbet'e for a little longer than wee absolutely necessary, a curious idea struck her: "1 don't believe he approves of ue," she thought. "Perhaps he looks upon our Pre- sence here as a breach of the proprieties, and thinks we ought to know better. "She is going to play her game very carefully—quietly, but in deadly earner," reflected Belturbet. "Look out, Arthur, my boy!' If you bad not known what you know, you should have sworn the gray - eyed young woman was the least design - bag of her sex." He walked back td Old House somewhat depressed. Dulcie was in the highest spirits and talked. rapidly as •they hurried back to Was. Blue Posts. Tea as• at nee o'clock, and if they were late, the remarks of Mr. Carwardinewould not be pleasant to hear. "What do you think of him?" she ask- eel. "Of coulee, he. is not the least bit good-looking. but then he is very tall, if he does stoop." "He is very tail," agreed Primrose thoughtfully, but elm .did not give her opinion as to Arthur Belturbet"& looks, and Dulcie was too excited to notice her sister's silence: "Ite is nota bib .my ideal in appear- ance," she went on, "but I:would marry him if he were as ugly as as 'father!" "Oh, Du%ie!a., seeds -t ted.; .Primrose, laughing, "Do wait'and seeif he is going to ask your "Ile will ask me. all right.. All I want You to do is to 'keep" quiet and just back me no when occasion requires." - "But auppose you don't see him again." "I tell you he will be in the woods to- morrow," replied Dulcie. He was. and the following afternoon, as. the sisters 'were meandering idly along the moeegrown path. they came face to face with him. "The garden -party ie fixed for to -day month. ' he said eromptly. "Really?" asked•Dalcie eagerly. "Really and truly on the twenty-eighth of July," he answered, "Will you do me the honor of being present?" He looked at the sistere in turn. "`we will!" said Dulcie unhesitatingly.. °"Do tell us all about it., and who will be there!" 'Shall we sit down?" he suggested. They seated themselves on the' trunk of an old tree, Dulcie sittingnext to Bel• turbet, with Primrose farthest away. "It will be neon of omnuum gatherum.. In other words,. I have invited 'everybody for miles around, and as I really don't. mind in the least if they come or not, I shall not be elated at the acceptance or hurt at the refusals. I have ,sent an in- vitation to Mr. Carwardine, by the way." ' "He will refuse," Dulcie declared cheer- fully, "There will be tennis, croquet, and arch- ery," went on the young man. "It won't be very exciting, I'an afraid." "For us it will be inteneely exciting," said Dulcie. Belturbet glanced at Primrose, Mies Gray -Eyes -was certainly not very talka- tive, but, no doubt, like the owl in the tale, she thought the more, and under the cloak of silence, heaven axone knew what webs she was trying to weave! Primrose's meditations, however, were not at all what he imagined. "Perhaps he will fall in love with Dul- cis," she thought. "He seems to like lis- tening to her, and he certainly does not seem anxious to talk to me. I will do as Dulcie suggested, and ,just keep quiet, It would, of Bourse, be splendid if he did fall ,n love with her." A eurioue little pale distressed her for which she could not account. As Dulcie and Beltumbet &hatted gaily, she listen- ed, her gray eyes looking straight before her, until the man, piqued by her silence, addressed her. "Do you play tennis, Miss Carwardine?" he asked. "Yee," replied Primrose simply. "Then eve must arrange some sets," said Belturbet. "Iffy friend, Jim Herriott, and bis sister whoi rs going te act as hostess for me, are coming tomorrow, and they are both very keen players. As there are only three of us, I hope you and Mies Dulcie will be kind enough, to help- us make up some sets." "We shall like it!" said Dulcie, "cha'n't we, Primrose?" Yes, it will be very nice," assented Primrose evenly. "Does nut want to seem • in the least eager," decided Belturbet. "I must admit you are opening the game very cautious - ]y, any lady, and I am beginning to feel interested ae to what your next move will beg, While he talked to Dulcie, who sparkled and laughed in the most artless manner possib]e, he kept, as it were, an inner eye on Primrose. When a man has the firm: belief that a eertafn lady means to en- trap him, and her preliminary operations leave h.im in doubt as to the course by which she proposes to achieve the desir- ed end, he would not be human if he did Pot feel slightly attrioue. "Slow and sure is her motto," he re- flected, and at that momont ho looked at ane, yeti kaaop, because you would be "lunged if you did," You tvi.l probably be Banged oils dry I" silaiied the o1d masa. 1 shouldn't be eurprieed—for parr'talele,,° said Duloim 'wickedly: Mr. Oerwardine drew as!!le, Gaud let lits daughters pass into the lions°, They wont at onto to their bedrooms wbiels comment- eated with each other. 131ue Poste Seas a large, a 'ambling old house,with 1pztg (lor' riders, several eteirreaelea rooms <ifearl" ors shape, and windows in odd places, ' Dulcie, why do you bendy words with father?" P•rimroee asked,; a;eproaclifellY. ;j "You know it only snakes his temper' J worse," "1 can't belt) doing it.Even a Verna Prime -00e, toand she was scrutinizing halm, calmly and meditatively, "Taking ,stook of due,"' he went on "Trying to fitid, any most vulnerable points, I must gave her credit for not rui,itints the affair. • She bas certainly Pot addressed me more than twlee since 1 made her acquaintance, Primrose's gaze :;met, his uudisterl)ed, •"I believe,' she said, "it is going to As elle epoke a few drops began to fall, and Dulcie gave a little scream. "What shall 1 do!" she cried, "Thee le the only decent hat 1 possess!" "We must wait under that big tree till the shower ie over, counselled Belturbet. "Quick, before the rain is on us!" The tree trunk on which they sat was In a elearing of the wood,so they hurried- ly got up, ran to a etuedy oak, and hud- dled againet its trunk. By standing very close together they escaped the violence of the• sudden downpour, Dulcie and Prim- rose compressed themselves into the small. est passible compass, whilst Bulturbet stood at Primrose's •side, tall and protect- ive. I will go and fetch an umbrella for you," he said. "Please don't!" begged Duloie, who did not want to lose a minute of his company. "The rain is too violent to last very long, and then Primrose and I can run home. Our clothes are so old that nothing can hurt them." Birt the hat?"' he asked, looking at the little white straw hat around which Dul- cin had wound a wreath of forget -me -note. I can tie my haudkerehief over it, and then it won't, be hurt." "Don't you wear a hat, !hiss Garwar- drum," inquired Belturbet, his eyes on the girl's bright hair. Primrose shrugged her shoulders. "It is such a waste of time," elle replied. . "In the summer in the woods one does not need a hat." "You certainly have an excellent ex- cuse," he said. "Is that a compliment?" aekcd Prim- rose, 'with a low sweet laugh. - Belturbet laughed, too, and changed the subject. "As any friends, the e:erriotts, are own- ing to-morrow,1' he said, "why waste time in conventionalities?' May I bring them here to make your acquaintance?" "If you caro to risk it" answered Prim- rose, "But perhaps Miss Herriott will not be anxious to know us ,when you tell her 'who we are, and how you met' us. "Mise Herriott will"be delighted t0 meet you," said Belturbet, "She is an artist— Bohemian at heart, and laughs at the proprieties. "That sounds- :delightful, said. Dulcie, anxious to keep the conversation in her own hands.. "I should love to know her. ' 'Then you shall," he said turning to the piquant. smiling face that gazed at him with such friendliness. "1 •ehall bring them here the day after tomorrow in the afternoon, and. perhaps 'if it is fine we might have a piopio tea."' "I adore picnics!" declared Dulcie. "So do I, responded Belturbet. "The ram has stopped," said aemmroee prosaically. "Dulcie, we must hurry home before. there is another storm." She looked ' anxiously at the lowering sky with its masses of dark clouds. Belturbet accompanied them to the edge of the wood and watched their slender, hurrying figures until they were out of eight. When they reached a bend inthe path, . Dulcie .turned and waxed a good- bye to him, and he waved hie oar) in re- turn: "A nice little thing," he thought, "and exceedingly pretty;. but Miss Gray -Eyes. interests me the most, .When I have grasped her plan of campaign, then the fun will be -in. But who would have thought a quiet, rather shy little girl"— both Primrose and Dulcie, in site of her five feet six inches, seemed little to him— "would have formed such a desperate plot against any peace of mind. I suppose it is a ease of 'stall waters run deep.' Ah, well, I shall not be bored down here, for a time, at any rate." He turned and tramped home through the dripping woods with a contented ex- pression on his face. Dulcie and Primrose hurried along as fast as they could_, "Isn't it splendid?" said Dulcie glee- fully. "Everything .promises well. Prim, you will see me the mistrees of Old House yet!,, Yon are very foolish," replied Primrose, without any encouragement in her tone. "I am quite sure'Mr. Belturbet only looks upon us as a couple of nonentities, out of whom perhaps, as he knows no one in the place, he may get"d little amusement." "Oh, nonsense! Yob: know quite well, that We are every bit as good as he—only he has money and nve have not. I wonder what his friends will,'.. be like. I do hope it will be fie for the 'picnic." es they entered the garden gate at Blue Poste, from which the front door -was vis- ible, Primrose spoke ,under her breath, "There isfather she murmured. "Now T ra ' we are in for iti" "I don't care!" said Dulcie defiantly. She hastened her pace until she reach- ed the front door, on the threshold of which stood an elderly mien, short, white- haired, clean-shaven, with cold blue egos and very thin lips. "Where have you been?" he asked,bar. ring the way. "For a walk along the Stalstead road, where we were caught in the rain," an- swered Duloie untruthfully. "Please let me pass, father. I am wet and must change my clothes." "Wipe your shoes firet," Mr. Carwardine ordered. "You will have no more shoes from me this year, so you had better take cre of those you have." , "I dare say I can drake a pair of san- dals" replied Dulcie, "Some of. the leath- er covers of those old books in the library would do splendidly for the sales, Her father turned' pale. "If` you touch ono of'my booke," he said, "Yell will regret it—painfully!" "'What would you do if I did?" asked Dulcie, impertinently, "You couldn't kill 4�'hic do Buy ouSugar? Do you say decisively `8A 5413.. Package ofREDPATH Sugar', or "A 20 -Ib. Bag of .RED?ATH", and get a definite quantity' —of wellknown gaality,"Canada's best" —clean and uncontaminated —in the Original Package ? Or do you say, thoughtlessly: "A quarter's worth of Sugar", or "A dollar's worth of Sugar", and get —an unknown quantity —of unknown quality —scooped out of an open barrel —into •a paper bag ? Extra Granulated SUGAR ADA SI;tlrAR REPINING 'CO,, LIMITED, .t MON 82 o• your know, It wont de lor_la to think hecan terrify me We are " too old to be frightened into submission .mate," "He is quite likely to find out 'uvshave- n't bean along the etalstead road, niud then he will teal ue we are •Tiers" It ie his lama if we are, • Bub don't trouble yourself about •father, Pa^urile loo le a wicked old man, althungb he 'ie • our father. 'When' I Damm home from school three years ago, I thought perhaps',. he might only be bad-tempered and mean, but now I realize the kind of man he ie. ile hates us, and does his beet to.make our lives miserable, just because we alb young and want to enjoy ourselves. That le why I am resolved to marry Arthur belturbet, andget away from thiel hateful house." Her tone was passionate, and her hands Shook as she tossed aside her dam ootton dress, and, put on an old serge skirt and white blouse. "We must -wear our muslin dresses at the picnic," she said, with a change of tone: "I Mould give anything if I could get some pale blue ribbon for a waist• belt, Are you sure we haven't' any. money, Prim? Thede is some lovely ribbon at threepence a yard in the village," I'lieven't .a farthing in' the world," was the reply. I have a very great Mind to take some of those old books that are in. the attic and sell them," said Dulcie. "011, please don't .do anything of the kind!" cried Primrose, with •alarm. "If father missed any of his' books, our lives here would be unendurable." Duloie made no rejoinder.. An idea had occurred tfi+ her, and as it was one that. required some thinking out, hertongue was still while ha brain was hard at work. CHAPTER I11 Arthur. Belturbet and. the Herriott•s sat on the terrace of 01d House waiting for the sound of the gong to •summon them to luncheon, "You are a lucky beggar, Arthur,'" re- marked Juni Herriott:: "Six months ago you were penuiless' and warkaess, like me, and now you are rolling,`literally rolling, in wealth, and .the 'world is 'all before' you where to choose,' as somebody or other said." Herriott laughed. He was as tall ae Belturbet, but carried hizneeli butter, Hie hair was decidedly red, hie shrewd eyes were brown, and a reddish -brown mous- tache hid a firm lipped but generally emil. ing mouth. Luck is an. odd _thing, .said Beltur- bet. "I never for one moment imagined that I should ever own all this. Even now I cannot realise that I have as much money as I can spend. Honestly, I do not feel a bit happier.' "I should if I were in your place." Her- riott declared, with a:chuckle. "If soma body or other would :die and leave Philip- pa and me a fortune, we should feel ex- traordinarily happy; shouldn't we?" He looked at his sister, who reclined in a big lounge chair. "We should," was her, decided reply: "But no one Is likely to do that, so -we shall have to continue to be as happy as possible in our little flat at:Xeneingtan," Philippa Herriott smiled ather brother's friend as she: spoke, and her smile ° was very honeyed.' Like her brother, she 'was tall. • She had -hair ofbrightest chestnut, and her featiures .were large and regular, and beneath . well marked eyebrows ' two big brown eyesaooked appraisingly at the world. Chestnut, hair, brown eyes. a white. skin, very red lips, and a fine figure; mode Philippa Herriott noticeable -wherever she went. She wore a dress of palest - pink linen, made by herself, very amply and plainly, yet cut In the correct fashion, of the moment. Both men were aware that Philippa's dresees, hate, and shoes were of the kind worn by women of fashion,. and also that slue had =made the dressed and trimmed the hats herself. Philippa was clever. She was an artist, and al- though no genius, always managed to have plenty of work to do, and by it earn- ed a respectable 'income. Her brother, also, was clever. He was supposed to be an engineer, and &pent most of his time in a workshop at the back of his offices. He was responsible for various :inventions, some of which' he had sold, but the majority of which had passed into limbo. He managed to main- tain the small flat at. I{ensington, where the brother and sister lived. They were good friends, seldom at cross-purposes, un- derstanding each other well. Herriott had known Arthur Belturbet for many years, and was the first to hear of his good fortune. When Belturbet wrote to him, and begged him to bring hie sister to Old Horse, and help with a gar- den -party,. the invitation was accepted with delight. Jim came .because ho liked Belturbet, and Philippa because she had nothing to keep her in London in .July, and was feel- ing a, little dull. Jim mas twenty-six and hie sister two years lois junior. Sae did not know Bel- turbet very well, because she had never encouraged any of Jim's impeounio'as` friends to Dome to the flat, having an em fently practical mind; but the owner of Old House was a very different personal- ity from a penniless barrister, and. Phil- ippa meant to turn his friendship with Jim to the best possibly account. She had listened with intereat while he related now Jae had met the two Oarwar- dine girls, and had profeseed to be charm- ed at the idea of making their acquaint* 0.3,00. "what are the two woodland nymphs like?" inquired Herriott. Belturbet labored hard to describe them, but utterly failed to satisfy hid friend's curiosity. "One. of them has gray eyes," he conclud- ed lamely, "and the other blue. Other- wise they seemed to me to be vory Bouch 'alike." "Oh, well," remarked Herriott, "Ire 0ha,11 soon see for ourselves," As Philippa prepared for the little tie- pie, pie•pie, she thought of several • matters, but ohiefly of the vartrate' things she had no- ticed in Old, House that &bowed the desir- ability of a =stoles, She did not change her pink dress, but pinned a large shady hat that !suited her to perfection on her beautifully -coiffured chestnut hair, and when She joined the two men on the ter- race) even to her brother she looked par- ticularly attractive. • Come, on, Philippa!" lie said. "Arthur has sent a dozen of his retainers forward with the tea, and Iaol getting intensely excited at the idea of -meeting the wood nymphs!" Hie sister iia ighed. "So ate 1," she said. "1 am sure it, will be charming." They walked .slowly across the fields and through the woods until they cameto the place appointer) for the plenie. The tea - basket had been placed in readinees by Belturbet's men, but no Meese Carwardiue were to be seen. (To he 3ntinned) That Test Won't Work. Mrs. Fiabbush—"And you thiink • your little boy steals your pies." 2141rs. Ageonhurt "Somebody does, and I ,suspect Tommie." "Well, there's :.a way you can tell)' - "By the thumb prints.": "Oh, no, I can't. When Tommie gets through with a pie there'are- n't any thumb prints." A proposal of marriage never sur- prises a girl, She has her wedding, all planned long before that. King Arthur's Court is filled with 'glee, Joy reigns .therein• this morn; - The Queen—God bless Her Majesty— A pudding has made from Benson's Corn: Food Fit for a Kin ! —but so cheap that everyone can afford it. That is why BENSON'S: PREPARED CORN is so popular. It's a food for all seasons; excellent for warm weather because it is not over -heating. BENSON'S' PREPARED CORN The housewife who keeps a package of BENSON'S PRE- PARED CORN in her pantry is never at a loss for a dainty dessert—one that can be quickly prepared in half a hundred different ways. Delicious with any flavoring,fresh fruit or extract. Can be served in so many different ways 'that it is always new and refreshing. Send a postcard for 'a dainty little receipt book that tells how to make the many table delicacies that owe their goodness to BEN- SON'S PREPARED CORN. CANADA • STARCH • COMPANY :: Makers of the Famous Edwardeburg Brands - MONTREAL s1 CARDINAL u BRANTFORD R� Oiltlic Farm aragrayaareonaoaaa Enrage Crops For Swine. Owing to the high prices of grains, ,the production of pork with grain alone is not nearly so profit- able as it once was. It takes five or sixou p ids of corn in dry - tot feeding to make a pound of pork. With corn worth around 30 cents a bushel and hogs;seliing at five or six bents it was possible to make money by feeding -in dry lot, writes Mr. L. Weaver. When corn is worth around 60 cents, however, it is readily seen that profits from feeding hogs are reduced materi- adly unless a cheaper -way of pro- ducing pork is practiced. Results of extensive investigations in many sections of the United States` indi- cate clearly that pork can pro- duced most cheaply by :,feeding grain in combination with forage.. The kind of grain to feed depends, of course, upon the forage crops. In general, when the forage is - a legume, such as alfalfa, clover, cow - peas or soybeans, straight corn is the ,grain to use. With non -legumi- nous forage, such as bluegrass, rape and oats; • sorghum or rye, corn should be supplemented with lin- seed oilmeal, the ration .being six paras corn to one part oilmeal, While ,the kind of grain to feed is important, the amount of grain is g{ equal,ifs limit rP ter importaflog in determtlnihi the &will hly , of grains. It has been demonstrated at different experiment stations that the best forage crops are little more than a maintainanoe ration. If gains are to be oibtained, then,. it is necessary to feec"l Some Sirs ill in addition to the forage. Tho great- est economy of gain through the use of forage is obtained when i% to two pounds of grairt are fed daily for each 100 pounds of live weight. The best general rule is to feed enough grain to cause .the Bogs to make a daily . gain of three fourths of . a pound for each 100. pounds live weight. Where alfalfa can be grown suc- cessfully, there is probably no for- age Orap that will give better re- sults for swine feeding. An acre of ;alfalfa will pasture, during the grazing season, from ten to twenty shoats. Theimportantpoint to be observed is not to pasture too close- ly. Best results are obtained by so pasturing that one or two cuttings of hay may be taken offthe field during theleason in addition to the amount foraged off by the hogs. Red clover probably ranks newt' to alfalfa . as a forage crop for swine. It will not feed so many. hogs per acre and does not furnish pasture .for so long a period as al - I i however, one the. al- falfa. t s, of best forages. In ' pasturing the clover, care should be :taken not to turn the hogs in on it before it is ten to twelve inches 'high and it should not, at any time, be pastured too closely. Rape in which has been sown a few oats, makes a most excellent. forage crop, It is a rapid growing, succulent crop and lienee it is well adapted for swine pasture. Good results maybe obtained by sowing five or six pounds ahead of the drill and then drilling in one half bush- el of oats. Six to ten :.pounds of clover sown at this time is also good to add to the mixture. The hogs should natlbe turned onto the rape pasture until .Fourteen to eight- een inches high. If not pastured too closely and the season is favor- able it will come on again thus fur- nishing pasture for a long period. • Sattnlliertitne Dairy Ration&. By feeding the cows well during the summer, we have : -many points tobe considered. Each pasture lot will keep 'n, greater number of cows in prix)! condition and profitably. The pas- ture land will not deteriorate its value as it would if overstocked. We consider that the cows that are kept in excellent shape through- out the summer months by supply- ing them with both grass .and dry rations will not consume such ac large quantity of either as .they1 would if fed on a single ration of grass, When winter feeding sets in the oowe will have become more tlhor ouglily accustomed to eating grain and roughage and there will need' to be no change in the feeding — just a slight increase in the quan- tity with no had effects brought on as is usually the case when the clhange of feed is made from grass to heavier rations. g. Worked Just > as. Wells: "I hope you didn't -a* for a see- ond lielpin,g of pie." - "Xo, n:1a. I took two pieces when it went around the first tinie," Shiftless. Mrs,'S,hert—Those new neighbors of ours are very shiftless. Short, --How do you know ? Mrs. `Short—Whenever I want to borrow anything they never have itt A Suggestion. t "Waiter, this knife is 'blunt, and the ,steak is like leather." "Ow'd it do to ,strop the knife %7l' -'s the steak, sir?' Charges Collect. Hotel Waiter --Come, air, yob must really go off to bed, Alai (Yawns.) Why, the dawn', break "' tng, ,sir, Late Iteveller—Let it break—and put, it down in the bill, Waite• -'t,, You can never tell, The people who laugh 'loudest doul't always en- joy themselves most,