HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Exeter Advocate, 1915-8-12, Page 2THE FATE OF AZUMA;
Oi The South African, Millionaire,
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CHAPTER XK.•—(Cont'd)-
He stooped and kissed her hand as
he told her, and something within
seemed to mingle with the distant
roar of traffic, and to wander away
from her, carrying her life's blood
with it, while her ears sang, and it
seemed to her that she threw herself
from the terrace..
When she opened her eyes, his arms
were around her, and thought return-
ed, thought insistent, interrogative,
reproachful, yet because it travelled
a distorted, warped imagination, still
vile, tainted, like her life.
Then it was for her position alone,
that he had married her for how
else , ..
She opened her eyes and stared at
him dazed, the while an intense_ relief
struggled with another feeling, a feel-
ing of dismay that love still evaded'
her. Why had he not told her, was it
because he wanted to hold it over her
head? Or was it because of Azuma?
The nobility, that, did not strike her,
not yet, not yet.
"You knew," she repeated, "you
knew."
"Yes, I knew everything."
"The poor chap needed money I ex-
pest, and I gave it him, he has gone
to Australia, you will never see ham
again. That chapter of your life is
over and now, now, little one, we will
be happy."
"You knew, and yet—" then with
something of the old daring insolence,
'You knew, then why did you marry ,
the?"
Was it possible that even now she
aid not understand? A species of
despair took hold of hien, a despair,
of ever reaching to the nobility of her
)Hind which he still felt, hoped might
be on a level with his own. He spoke
briefly:
" L'eeanse I loved you," ,
The words doggedly pronounced, t
how sweet they were, how delicious..
And yet something within whispered
that it was not possible that he loved
her still. The thought of her scorn,
of the cruel cutting words she had so
often uttered, of suspicions expressed,
although they were not real ones, of
his relations with Azuma, her disdain
of the woman who had brought him
luck, the way she had pretended to
accept his wealth as a favor because
It seemed the only thiog he had to
offer in return for the great position
she offered him, for the name she had
laid aside, for the old lineage, had
pretended to look down on his race,
his position, his want of social pres-
tige, flirted with others, wringing his
heart. Ah, he had Ioved her then,
but now . . . And because words to-
day had to be uttered in sincerity, and
thoughts spoken aloud the mind could
not contain, she finished hers aloud.
"And now you. .
He interrupted her.
"I have always loved you, I love.
you still, just the same, more per-
haps, madly, passionately, for al-
ways."
Yes, it seemed to him that to -night:
;for the first time he had reached her
heart.
"Ah "
She fell on his breast, and tears,/
the long pent up tears which came so /
rarely, fell now like summer rain, but
they did not hurt her as those other.
tears had done. They were tears of
joy, drops of the heart's dew—love.
And as he enfolded her in his arms,
there seemed to pass before her the
crowds whose company she had dis-
dained to -night, what a senseless gib-
bering crowd it seemed, seeking pleas-
ure and emotion and illicit love and
counterfeit. What did it know, that
rapid, congress of fools, of such emo-
tions as this. Love, love untravestied,
unrestrained by gossip and hints and
knowledge of shame,love the domin-
ating, the conquering,over-riding
everything. Love, love, real love,
cared for nothing but the object of
its love. Ah, if the gods had been
cruel, they had at least reserved for
Lady Judith something which they
rarely bestowed, the finest pearl of
all, quite at the bottom of the well
of truth.
"And I always said that I wanted
to be loved, that if I were loved, I
would be good," she murmured.
And as he drew her, with his arms
around her, back into her room and
switched on the light, his foot struck
against something en the floor. He
stooped and picked it, up.
"What ie this?" he held it out to
her, he had forgotten all about it.
Here in the light, he could see the
radiance .of her face on which love
was shining through tears; the ex-
pression was still there, more empha-
sized than ever, the expression of the
Madonna, but this time the agonized
look of deprived maternity had almost
v Wished.
here was new joyousness in her
voice as she took the bauble from him.
"That is what I gave Azuma, you 1
see she won't keep it, she has thrown
jt back. Poor Azuma, to -morrow I
will make her keep it. I will be
so nice to her, so good to her. Ah,
you don't know how good I am going
to be."
She spoke like a forgiven child who
is still dazzled by the wonder of be-
ing forgiven.
1,
"Poor Azuma, I have never under-
stood till to -night, I will have a long
talk withher to -morrow. We both
will--»
But alas for resolves that are made
too late.
CHAPTER XXL,
But notwithstanding the renewed
cheerfulness, more than that, the
seeming intoxication of happiness
which had come to him through Ju-
dith's absolute surrender of pride, (for
Judith was like a bird just released
from a cage in an exquisite forest),
the incident of having found the jewel
she had given to Azuma on the floor
of his wife's bedroom had more sig-
nificance for Adolphe than he would
have told Judith,
"I don't advise you to pay any at-
tention," he had told her, but he who
knew the South African races, who
had spent years with Azuma as his
only companion, knew that it was al-
most like a declaration of war, and
that the very fact that she noticed
that anything Azuma did had the
power to wound or distress her, would
have a fatal effect.
The Boers treated the Kaffirs
shamefully, but we have made the
mistake of treating them too well,
forgetting the years that will have to
intervene before they are on a level
in mind with the white races, The
.Americans have understood this, and
there are evidences of their wisdom
every day. They are paying the price
of too muck severity in the days of
slavery, but they pay a far heavier
price every time they forget the ra-
cial line of demarcation. Gratitude
is wanting in the African, he does
not understand kindness unless it is
meted out by one who has first shown
strength. In Azuma the gratitude
was for the act of rescue, because it
had first been enhanced by the act
of force, in striking the Boer. Grati-
tude in the form of gentleness alone,
the winning of gratitude by love and
tenderness, that is only understood
by a higher civilized condition of the
mind, unaccompanied by severity it
evidences weakness to the negro
mind.
It meant clearly that she would
take no gifts from Judith, wound not
recognize her as in any way her mis-
tress, and he as her husband, ought,
to punish Azuma, If be did so, he
would not even own to himself what
would be the result, The incident
worried him a good deal, and the
problem now exercised his mind of
whether he could make some arrange-
ment for her away from the house,
the while something within him urged
that if he did so ill luck would befall
him. Yet with Judith's renewed ten-
derness, the power of Azuma to in-
fluence bis fate seemed to him a thing
which no longereeded consideration.
What did he need now? Nothing but
Judith. He had reached tha very
narthex of her heart as it were, and
that had been the crowning desire of
his life. And the humility of Judith
was touching.
Yes, she had been right when she
had said that love, real love which
could overlook, forgive the past, the
love of a man who did not care, be-
cause he loved her would make her
good. Yes, in her gratitude to God,
Judith renewed her mind, her very
heart. Sometimes she would sit for
hours on the terrace thinking over
that scene, that night, and trying to
hear again through imagination, his
voice, his accent when he had said so
doggedly, so brutally almost:
"Because I loved you." And her
mind would go further back than that,
with shame and remorse, remember-
ing moments when she had been un-
kind, and yet he had never told her,
never taunted her with her sullied
girlhood. Oh, how wonderful, how
wonderful to think that he had come
straight from Hugh Glover who had
told him the nauseous tale, and be-
cause his love was so great that he
must needs add to it all that was best
of chivalry and protection and ten-
derness and consolatidn, he had drawn
her away to the conservatory and
said:
"I want to show you my heart."
And although he had told her not.
to do so, from sheer love of him, be-
cause the gladness in her must con-
vey itself to others, she went to
Azuma and took her the little brace-
let, and laughing and smiling had fas-
tened it on her arm. "But she
wouldn't smile," she told Adolphe,
when he came back to luncheon, "she
didn't thank me or anything, just
stood there looking very sullen and I
am sure that the moment my back
was turned she too it off."
"I wish you hadn't given it her
back," he told Judith, and she made
a little face at him, a little face which
he knew /quite well meant, "I did it
for you bdcause she has been good to
you, because she loves you and, be-
cause I love everybody that you love."
A new chrism was upon Lady Judith,
the chrism of a love for the whole
world which transformed her, and
something else too, something she was
going to tell him that night ' which,
while it brought a remembrance she
would fain, have been without, would
yet bring joy, because it was his dear-
est wish. Life looked very bright
just now, and the incident of Azuma
did not trouble her, but it troubled
Adolphe. The time had come when
he must get rid of her and because
only noble hearts can, be grateful, and
his was the noblest of 'hearts, because
he knew that she loved him, he ,hated
to send her away.
Yes, of late Azuma had grown to.
hate Lady Judith more and more, as
shd'sAte the increasing tenderness of
Adolphe. He never came now;. the
Baas, to play to her or to consult her
as he had been wont to. Instead he
spent the evenings with his wife, or
took her out. She could not grasp,
poor untutored r ture how every
day their engag is increased, how
the wealth of, th African. Croesus
united to Lady Judith's name and
PRINCESS ARTHUR OF CON -
NAUGHT,
formerly Princess Alexandra, Duch-
ess of Fife, who has joined the liens
ing staff at St, Diary's Hospital, 1 -ad
dington. She takes no privileges,
but goes through the daily routine of
dressing wounds and waiting on the
invalided soldiers.
position, (especially lately when the
new security of her husband's un-
reserved, unconditional protection, the
release from the earking secret, had
seemed to give her something of sta-
bility, of confidence, of pose, which
had been wanting, while all London
was at last taken into her confidence
about the fact that she was devoted
to Adolphe Lieb, and wanted nobody
else), had enlarged the eddies of their
responsibilities, their circle of ac-
quaintances, that Lady Judith was
now entering with new fervor into his
schemes, and going where he wanted
her to go, cultivating the friends he
needed and gradually the foundations
of the great power he had always felt
his money would bring him.
They did not 'want her now, Azuma
told herself, and at night she would
read the pebbles and watch the sand
falling into shapes and forms for
herself, predicting sadness and sepa-
ration from the beloved Baas, and to
him sorrow and disaster.
Then at last, one night, he went to'
her on her terrace, just as he bad done
before, and her heart leaped just as
Judith's had done on the anniversary
of her wedding night.
He had found her squatting on the
mat on the terrace gazing out on to.
the street, an to the lights below, her
hand clasping her chin like the image
of night itself. It must be sad for
her this life, he said to himself, sad
and lonely. After a time she would
be happier in the Veldt.
He thought that be had arranged
it all very cleverly as he stood there
smoking. She would not know that it.
was his way of getting rid of her.
Only he did not ask her to read the
pebbles, and she noted the omission.
"We shall be going away in a few
days," he began, "going away like
everyone else because it is getting too
hot." He paused a moment, and she
turned. her head.
"To Johannesburg you go?"
"No, not yet, we are going to travel
about, to pay visits to friends, per-
haps to Germany, and I want you,
Azuma, to do something for me. I am
sending Mr. Kendal," (Kendal was
one of the secretaries who had been
with him in the old days at Johannes-
burg and she liked hien.) "I am send-
ing Mr. Kendal to see after that
Hjerdtfeldt contract, but he cannot do
anything with Zambi, you will have
to do your best with him, you can
manage him. I hear there are some
people after it, and if we don't get it
at once why we might as well let the
Rhineling mine go.
He spoke in as business a tone as
he could assume, and what he was tell-
ing her was real, he did not want to
hurry up that contract, and he was
sending Mr. Kendal to Johannesburg,
but she could read his thoughts, this
woman, although her back was partly
turned towards him, although it was
nearly dark. There was a moment's
silence; then he broke it again.
"I can't help thinking that there is
something at the back of itall, you'll
find out. See Zeller and if necessary
pay hi}n."
Still silence, then she sprang up
with that supple movement of hers,
which brought her to her feet at"
once, by simply stretching her two
arms forward. He had often admired'
the way she rose suddenly to her feet
without bending her knees, and she
stood there on the terrace before him
against the glow of the great city, a
bronze mute figure it seemed, for a
few seconds. Then all of a sudden
she burst out:
"/ by the Dass send me away, that
Lady Judy want me go away?"
She had always said "Lady Judy,"
never been able to pronounce the "th"
and it had amused them both. Often
in jest Adolphe would callher"Lady
Judy," now to -night together with her
words it grated, and he did not like
the way she had said that. Lady
Judy," but she often used words, with-
out knowing their significance, and he
restrained the irritation he felt.
"Lady Judith has nothing to do with
it. I want you to see, to this business
for me. I am not sending you away,
Azuma,• I cannot go to Johannesburg
yet and no one can do that so well as
you."
"If I go you never come to Johan
nesburg again," she replied doggedly.
And Adolphe laughed.
(To be continued.)
- -oe
Gloomy Observation.
"Do you think the -world is getting
better ?
"I -don't know anything about it,"
replied the melancholy observer. "It
seemed to be doing very well for a
time, but judging from the Euro-
pean news, I should say it is suf-
fering a terrible relapse."
osc►osis'ws w ry
On the Farm
1revent .Soil Erosion.
One of the gravest problems of the
farmers of to -day whao are living on
hilly lands is how to prevent sail ero-
sion, Much of the washing of farm
lands can be prevented by plowing
deep, so as to make a subterranean
reservoir for the storage of precipita-
tion. The water penetrates readily
through the loose soil, and its move-
ment through the underlying soil Its
very much slower than aver the aura
face. Frequent crops of clover or
grass which are plowed under .make
the surface soil spongy with humus
and retard the washing of the soil. All
hilly lands liable to wash should have
a cover crop during the winter. A
warranty deed will not keep the soil
of the careless farmer from washing
away.
Oat Hay.
If, for any reason, you will be short
of hay this season or a wind has
smashed the oats down so you can't
bind them, why not snake them into
oat hay?
Cut when in the early milk stage
of the grain and cure as you would
other hay. Barley and rye can be
used in the same way to help out a
short hay crop.
A ton of oat hay contains 86 pounds
of digestible protein and a ton of red
clover 1$3 pounds—only ao pounds in
favor of the clover, so you see this
makes a very good hay for growing
stock or dairy cows.
Feeding Geese.
Geese require plenty of green food,
which they pluck from the growing
plants and plenty of water as a. swim-
ming peel during the summer. When
they have this, the old geese and
ducklings that are past four weeks
old, will not need to be fed during the
summer. A feed of moistened meal.
once a day hastens their growth, but
where there is plenty of herbage
green and fresh, from which they can
pluck their food, it will not be neces-
sary to feed them, providing there is
plenty of water for them to swim in.
Our Bird Friends.
Nothing has a more potent attrac-
tion for birds during hat weather
than drinking and bathing places. The
birds' water supply should be a pool
not more than a few inches deep, the
bottom sloping gradually toward the
edge. Both bottom and edge should
be rough, so as to afford a safe foot-
ing. A giant pottery saucer is an
excellent device or the pool may be
made of concrete or even metal, if the
surface is roughended.
The bird bath may be elevated or
on the ground if in an open space
where skulking enemies can not ap-
proach too near.. A water supply is
appreciated in winter as well as sum-
mer.
A Chinese father has the supreme
right of life and death over hid chil- l
dren, and is not amenable to any laws
in this respect.
A Good Side Line.
A profitable side line of farming is
to raise a few nice sheep every year
for men who are willing to pay a bit
THERE'S A DELICHTFUL'SOMETNIRC'
aeW..ne,.ef
that can only be produced by the skilful blending
of really fine `high -grown' teas. This peculiar
charm, of flavour makes it unique among teas
and is the secret of its 25 years of increasing '
popularity. a SO
extra for the sake of improving their
Aback., To do this, one should have
good stock and good pastures and
good barns, as well as a good man to
care for them,
In disposing of such stock, be fair
about it, A reasonable profit is all
right. If you try to overdo the matter
you will break down, andbe driven.
out of the business.
Cause of Bad Habits..
Feather eating end feather pulling
are caused by confining the fowls and
leaving them idle. To prevent their
getting the vice or to cure them when
they have acquired the habit, give
them plenty of green food and meat
scraps and give them plenty of exer-
cise by making them work for their
food, Keep them busy, Rub the fowls
that have been plucked with carbolated
vaseline.
Protect the Birds.
The birds eat minions of insects'
that, if left alone, would destroy mil-
lions of dollars' worth of fruits and
grain. Of course, some kinds of birds
are pests, but you need not have many
of those kinds on your farm if yen
will spend a little time studying birds.
Study their habits of feeding and
nesting. Prepare homes for only the
helpful kinds, the ones that feed chief-
ly on insects and worms.
THE PERFECT PIE.
(By Peter McArthur.)
Probably no dish that ever appear-
ed on our tables has caused, so much
burning as the pie—and I do not
mean by that to suggest the connec-
tion between heartburn and indiges-
tion. The pie with the hunting case
crust has eclipsed many a honey-
moon. The unsuccessful pie has been
the uncharted rock on the sea of.
matrimony, the slough of respond on
the straight and narrow path. But
the good pie, the perfect pie has
been from time immemorial the peace-
maker, the healer of lovers' quarrels.
Tho great outstanding fact of mar-
ried life is that man wants pie. As
Scott did not exactly say:
Lives there a man with soul so dead,
Who never to his wife bath said:
"I wish that you would learn to bake
Pies like my mother used to make."
But I have known a man to do even.
worse than that. I have known a
man to say to his wife: "I wish you
.could make pies like your mother
used to make." In that way he re -
bilked her and made friends with his
mother-in-law, a feat of diplomacy
never equalled in the chancelleries of
Europe.
But the question has been raised;
"What kind of pie was it that npather
used to make? What was her master-
piece?"
There is no need of any dispute on
this subject„ dust wait till you find
one of those old fashioned pie -making
mothers and listen to what she is
singing to the grandchildren on her
knee.
"Can she make a cherry pie?
Billy Boy, Billy Boy!
Can she make a cherry Pier
Charming Billy?
She can make a cherry pie
While a cat an wink its eye
But ' she's a young thing and can't
leave her marry -O'.
When the biggest cherry trees that
are now laden with ruddy fruit were
mere seedlings, that song was as.
popular as Tipperary is to -day, and
there are still merry grandmothers
who sing it to their marriageable
grandsons when they go a -wooing. In
the good old days before there were
pie factories where pies are made
by machines and should be eaten by
machines the making of a cherry pie
was the ultimate test of a housekeep-
er. No girl was accounted worthy
of a home who could not make a per-
fect cherry pie.
And this is the season of the cherry
mei Let me whisper something.
Every girl should show that she is
able to make cherry pies, Every
love -lain boy should see that the girl.
he loves is able to make them. A
word to the wise is sufficient,
though in this case a word to the
foolish might be morn appropriate.
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His Reply.
The humor of Scotland (according
to an English writer)—An old gentle-
man arrived in a hot and breathless
state at the railway station. "I say,
porter," he panted, "why do they put
the station so far away from the vil-
lage?" The porter replied--"Weel,
sir, I couldna say; but I think it was
to be near the line."
There is a law in Nebraska requir-
ing hotel proprietors to furnish bed.•
sheets nine feet in length.
Choice Frust Deserves
CHERRY JELLY
Frons a recipe of Charles Fran-
catellt, Chief Cook to Queen
Victoria. Published in 1865.
Clean 2 lbs. cherries and a
handful of red currants, and
bruise atones and kernels In a
mortar ; place In small pre-
serving pan with 1 lb. John
Redpath'/ sugar Ioafe and
pint spring-waterboil on the
stove -fire about five minutes,
takingcare to remove scum as
It rises ; pour into a beaver
Telly -bag and filter in usual way.
Mix Juice with two ounces
clarified isinglass. and pour
Into !ars or mould.
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to preserve its luscious flavor for the winter days to come.
For over halfa century has been the favorite sugar in
Canada for preserving • and jelly -making --and with good
reason. Because' it is absolutely pure and always the same,
you can use it according to your recipes, year after year, with
full confidence in the results, e��
Fruit put up right, with dpi Extra Granul-
ated Sugar, will keep as long as you wish, and
when opened, a month or a year )zence will
delight you with its freshness and flavor.
"Let Aftet sweeten it."
Get your supply of sugar in Original REDPATH
Packages, and thus be sure of the genuine
Canada's favorite sugar, at its best.
Put up in 2 and 51b. Sealed Cartons and in
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