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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Exeter Advocate, 1915-9-2, Page 2The Green Seal By CHARLES EDMONDS W'A.L,,K Author of "The Silver Tilade," "The Paternoster Ruby," "The. Time Lock," etc, RY CHAPTER II.. ` ought to have warned me that this Fate's philanderings lead to strange' was no ordinary caller. adventures. Once she singles out ` Stub, I must append ere you con- some individual as the object of her deme him, had his own peculiar meth capricious attention; it is her custom ods of expressing himself, gathered to make a thorough fob of the matter. from Heaven alone knows what For the victim the process is usually sources. His candor sometimes was unpleasant, often hazardous, or even disconcerting, but unless the occasion fatal; but in the end, after she is; warranted, never disrespectful, Re- done with him for the time being, hav- sides, he was only fourteen. So his ing bent her sportive fancy elsewhere, next gratuitous observation must be when he comes to take stock of se_ taken as an honest opinion, signify- sults, he will find that she has not , ing a good deal because he was a cyni been an altogether cruel jade. Un-," cal, if discerning, critic of young lady der afflictions, blessings sometimes' typists. may be found disguised, the two often! "Gee, she's one pippin, boss! Take bewilderingly intermixed; and if one it from me! I bet she's the next be of the right stub, the experience Remington shoffer," will leave one broader and stronger,' I pulled myself together and glans - more tolerant and sympathetic in ed at the card. •`Lois," I corrected one's outlook upon life, forgetting him, "Shaw her in," ail that has been disagreeable in The instant Misa Fox entered l gratitude and joy for the desirable , knew that my judgment, or perhaps things that may never again be taken ilt was instinct, had not been at fault away. There is, usually, an effective when I read her letter. What most law of compensations.convinced me of the accuracy of mY Some such philosophical conclusions' conclusions was not alone that she are prompted by' a consideration of , was strikingly pretty, nor that hers. ray next step into a maze, which, un- was a prettiness in every way super - wittingly, I was already beginning to Tor to the showy artificiality with tread. A fete days before the postmanwhich most stenographers with whom ,ave had dealings seek to impress rich fetched hie the diamond, I had adver-, the world at large; but it was her used for a stenographer. Among the poise, the confident way in which she numerous written responses there carried her uptilted chin, the unmis- had been one letter that stood so farltakable evidences of intelligence and as n: ralltheothersie o apart fro p m by self-possession and breedingand of its individuality, that its writer! Food taste that stamped her with was the only one with wham I made' character of a high order. From the _. an appointment. The cueumstanee frank, level look of her that thea licant claimed to be more gray eyeS,, than ordinarily proficient, yet made' frome her wavy blown hair and tion sate coloring to the stylish button Ile reference to previous employment, shoes of her simple, becoming cos and that the compensation expected tome, she radiated charm. Her love - was ridiculously small compared with liners was toned and subdued by her her apparent qualifications, might personality, and hence inexpressibly' sounded a warning to a man less eau- more fetching and impressive, . thus than I usually am; but some in-. I guessed her to be at the most determinate note in the missive im-' not more than twenty-two. pelied me to ignore these two faetors, I got up awkwardly and tendered Behold me, then, still at my desk, her a chair. She seemed not to no - still stupidly staring at the glittering flee the act. And almost with her first jewel, too dumfounded to believe the evidence of my own eyes, when Stub he thrust his head in at the door.. That first time, tgoo, I perceived that she' was laborin under a mental strain I had been neither aware of his re- whichonly a habit of self-control turn nor heard his knock testifies totcouldhave been able to repress. Iter my state of mind. "Miss Fox," he announced, without' p hed,andice was uquite the plell and asantestbut lmu- troubling to explain. .1 sic I had ever heard, 3 I started guiltily,, and with a single ivoryvet Taoxes,hx ngl end ill i�ntoda draw- preamble, regarding me steadily,' e; which I promptly shut. He might da doubt you noticed thatp I mention - e; no references in my application.. have been addressing me in Choctaw "Yes," said I noncommittally, won-' for all the meaning the name had Bering to what this opening was Iead-, for me. at the moment. Whereupon "Miss Stub approached stupidlwent on a She hesitated enery usly -just the, a card. pp d and gave, barest trifle: "MissmFox,?' he tried to en - "I wonder if' I can persuade you to, lighten Loy Fo air he tried tod, in- hear ine out—to the end of what I have to say—what I must say —before' contempt at my obtuseness before i you dismiss me ?" ds I received Mr. Ferris," she began without' sugar Home Jam -Makers This Lint may Save your Jam ! 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They were remarkably, fine eyes. A note of appeal crept into her voice. "Will you listen to me until I am through ?" she urged her request. "It is a very serious matter to me, and II —I"—she faltered"I can't endure any more experiences like I've re-' cently been subjected to." Her tone and manner made it only too .plain that the experiences, what- ever else they might have been, had been humiliating; that they had hurt and wounded only as a proud, sensi- tive nature could be hurt and wound- ed. My hopes were somewhat dash- ed. I had the mortified feeling of a man whose usually dependable judg- ment unexpectedly plays him false. Because, you see, I thought I could anticipate precisely what was coming. Yet I did not want her to give me adequate cause for not employing her; away down underneath I somehow still felt that nothing she might tell me would destroy the idea that I had found a paragon among stenograph- ers. Accordingly, therefore, ,but with perhaps a shade less enthusiasm, I tried convincingly to reassure her. "I'Il gladly hear anything you think you ought to tell me; but, believe me, 1 am not at all curious." I smiled. "This is purely business, don't for- get." "It is necessary that you should know ray story before we go any fur- ther," she said. She was determined, and I silently acquiesced. After a pause while she seemed to be gathering strength to proceed— "I gave no references," she startled me by beginning, "because I have none. Nobody would recommend me." At a loss for words, I remained un- easily silent. "Mr. Ferris, you want a capable stenographer and typist, do you not? One that is honest, discreet, and ab- solutely reliable? Then, too, there mustbe nothing about her that might. by any chance discredit or cause em- barrassment to her employer. Isn't that all you expect of any one you would employ ?" I wondered at her intense manner, for as yet nothing had been revealed tq, warrant it, I wished for a means of checking this impending disclosure so patently painful to her and so un- welcome to me. I lamely offered: "You have described an ideal, Miss Fox." She did not appear to have heard. "I know that I am honest and dis- creet and reliable," she arnestly pur- sued. "I am not stupid; I. am not careless; I am not without education. I can easily demonstrate my ability; I haven't the least doubt on that score. But after you have heard me you must decidewhether or not I -am likely to. discredit my position—no, whether I am likely, to dishonor my position or disgrace you." Again she faltered and stopped and struggled for mas- teryof herself. Then she went on in a sudden rush of feeling: "My antecedents are bad, Mr. I! er- A Canadian Nurse in London CANADIAN Iced, Cross Noise selling flags in the street in London, England, on the day recently celebrated as French Flag Day, xis—bad—bad^bad; Oh, 1 can't tell you how bad! They hound and drive, me from a situation as fast as I ob- tain it. They will follow me here. The knowledge—the certainty of it— dulls the edge of my usefulness, for it stands constantly at my elbow re- minding me that I am an outcast that I am unclean --that people are afraid of me!" By degrees her voice hadbecome' tinctured with passionate resentment. I could endure it no longer. "My goodness, Miss Fox!" I cried, "Disgrace--outcast—unclean; what words are these? You are not your- self!" "Pardon me," she begged and pro- ceeded more calmly. "I am indeed nearly distracted, but I speak the hon- est truth. Would that I could ex- aggerate xaggerate my unhappy plight! I am not appealing to your sympathies, Mr. Ferris—please, please don't get that mistaken idea"—she was veryI earnest—"but I do want you to learn. the very worst about myself from me, Then for you there can be no later dis- 4 appointment, nor for me additional bitterness. For once I have deter- mined to make a clean breast of it all.' I resolved not to present myself to you under false colors." Never in my life have I been more puzzled. Again my eye took in the trim, modish figure. Like most men, I am wofully at a loss where women's trappings are concerned, and not the. least pleasing detail about this girl was what I took to be her taste ex-' pressed inexpensively. Upon what monstrous climax was her disclosure verging ? All at once the disparity between her words and manner and the clean, pure aura of her personality made the situation funny—for me. "You need the work?" I bluntly asked to cover a skepticism that would have been downright discourt- eous in the face of her earnestness. "Desperately!" ' "Tell me no more. I can't believe anything very ill' of you in spite of your ardent declarations." I smiled as I contemplated her. "You are a young woman, Miss Fox; your.experi- enee can not have been very large. From your femininepoint of view pec- cadillos are magnified into grave faults. Here's a bale of letters that must be attended, to at—" She interrupted. "No, no. You are too generous. You . promised to hear my story to the end.1 I dread a scene as much as you pos- sibly can—there shall be none. I as-, sure you I can say all I haveto, calm- ; ly and briefly. Then if you desire to know more, I'll answer any questions' you may want to ask." i Again moved by her unyielding seri- s ousness, I was actually obliged to ex- i ertan effort to brace myself against whatever was yet to come. Her next question, though apparently irrele-1 vent, was a formidable one. "Is Steve Willets's name familiar to you'?" she asked, her voice suddenly, dropped to a whisper.' "Steve Willets!" I repeated . in amazement: The girl's face was drawn and white: j There was something piteous in the way she stood watching me and wait ing while I stared wonderingly, back I at firer. Steve Willets? To whom in the west was not the name familiar! Only a few short years ago, coming from nobody knew whither, the man calling I himself by this name . inaugurated ` a career of crime up and down the length and across the breadth of Cali- fornia, which stands without a paral- lel in her annals of knights_ of the, road, even in the glorious days of I '49, and must long remain the proto- 1 type' of all that is reckless, desperate, cruel and cunning in the gentle art of waylaying stages, wrecking and rob- f bing trains, cutting' throats and sue- cessfully eluding sheriff's posses. The names of Marietta, Velasquez, Black Bart and Chris Evans sink into in- significance in the light of Steve Wil- lets's exploits. , Why, for more than a year single- handed he terrorized a community larger than New England. It requir- ed the entire police machinery of the State—mind, too, in this day of the telegraph and telephone, of dense pop- ulation and good roads—to lay him by the heels. And at that he nearly got away for good and all; for there fol- lowed a spectacular dash for liberti -; a thrilling jail - delivery and two dead sg. turnkeys; a return from Elba and the ensuing forty days. And that final wild, hopeless scene: barricaded in a ravine high among the mountains of San Benito, for more than a week he withstood a veritable army of officers, and was taken only after his ammunition had become ex- hausted and something like a half- dozen of his pursuers were slain. There was something dazzling about that last stand; something wickedly heroic, Homeric, which perhaps von him leniency and a life sentence in- stead of the gallows which he so rich- ly deserved. Steve Willets, indeed. What could there be in common between this blood-stained desperado and the gen- tle, refined Lois Fox? I was to learn in a moment. "Why, I went on as soon as my wonderment had in a measure abat- ed, "of course the name's familiar, Wiry do you ask?" She replied in the same strained, hushed voice: "He is my father." I was struck dumb—stunned. Dim- ly I was aware that she was still talk- ing, though the purport of her words did not come to me until some seconds later. "Fox is not my name at all," she was saying, "any more, I suppose, than Willets is. I I honestly don't know my true name. Years ago, when only a small child, I was adopted by my father's only sister, Aunt Lois Fox. I took her name. She will not say anything about my parents. "Now you know the worst, Mr. Fer- ris. My father is a notorious criminal, the most jealously guarded inmate of San Quentin." (To be continued.) COALING WARSHIPS AT SEA. Collier and War Vessel Do It Sailing Twelve Miles an Hour. How the British vessels of war are coaled, while sailing through heavy seas at a rate of twelve miles an hour, without hindering their activities in any way, is told in the Manchester Guardian. A collier, packed to the hatches with coal, gets into touch by- wireless with a battleship whose bunkers need to be replenished.. On sighting the vessel, the supply ship manseuvres un- til it is within four hundred feet of the battleship. The collier then dis- patches a small boat that carries two cables; one end of each is attached to the masthead of the supply vessel.. The lines pay out as the boat ad- vances, and when it reaches the war- ship' the sailors fasten the cables to the stern of the ship on the port and starboard sides. The two ships, therefore, travel in a straight line fastened . together, while from the mast of the collier to the deck of the warship stretches , a transport cable for carrying coal bags: Sacks of coal that. -weigh a ton are hoisted from the foot of the col- lier's mast to a platform at its head, .below which there' is a net to „protect deck hands from failing pieces of coal. By means of wheels that run- on the cable, automatic winches force the load along the sloping transport line at a rate of three thousand feet a minute.' On reaching the deck of the battleship the load is automatically re- leased, and the transport starts on its return journey.. By means of this apparatus sixty tons of coal can be carried every hour' across the gap of water that sepa- rates the supply ship from the battle- ship. The great advantage is that both vessels can move at the rate of twelve knots an hour while the coal- ing goes on. No sitting accommodation for the. congregation was provided in churches before the 14th century. People sat on straw or rushes laid on the floor. Higgs—Crooke is a criminal lawyer, isn't he? Diggs-IIe's a lawyer, but as to his being a criminal, I think he's too careful to quite overstep the line. RUSHED FROM CEYLO 31131 AIL is electrically weighed, hermetically sealed and dispatched to your tabi fresh with all the fragrant odors of the Sunny Isle. Sample from Salada, 'Toronto.. Where Profit in Poultry s ieas I In order to make as great profit as possible we should use economy in the • Production as well as good judgment in the marketing of eggs and pout- try, writes Mrs, A, J. Wilder. Tlie farmer has a great advantage here over the poultryman who has all the feed to buy and we nmust not for- get to make the best use possible of this advantage. At sowing and planting time is when weshoi should make our plans for a var- lets* of feed for the poultry through the year and especially for the win- ter, You will want enough wheat, oats, rye and barley sewn to supply these grains in the bundle for the hens to work on. Sow some millet also to add variety and to furnish seed for next year's little chicks. Mangle or stock beets make a very good green food for the hens in the winter, so you will need to plant plenty of them. Cabbage heads are a great treat for the fowls, _ so raise a few extra for them. Plant mammoth Russian sunflow- ers in the corners and waste places and if there are not enough corners to raise a good many, plant a patch of them. Sunflower seeds are great egg -producers and also make the The notion is prevalent that a chick water, grit, a variety of grain food green or succulent food, and casein oto- Meat foods.. Exercise is as essential as food and lack of it indicates wrong meth- ads ethads of rearing. The natural way fox a chick to take its food is to scratch for it, taking a. little at a time. II small chickens are put into a box with a bare 11.001‘ and fed from a troughs. they will become weak. Many will be- come clogged behind with the excre- ments accumulating an the downs and it is generally concluded an l that, g y Bed u something has been fed to cause bdwel trouble, As a matter of fact they are weak from lack of exercise, and the appearance of diarrhoea is only the inability of the chick pro- perly to expel its excrement. If chicks cannot be out of doors, their feeding -floor should be covered. with sand, and over this should be. thrown some litter, such as chaff from the straw stack or leaves from an al. falfa loft. Place the feed in this lit- ter. If small quantities are thus given, and given often, the question of exercise is solved. Brooder chicks need more care in this"way than do chicks with hen; but even in the lat- ter case it is worth while to make them scratch for their food when they are raised indoors. plumage of the fowls bright and should begin his diet on boiled eggs, beautiful. They are fine to feed bread and milk or some other soft through the moulting season as they food. This notion has probably nourish the feathers and cause them arisen from the knowledge that most to grow rapidly. young animals cannot digest hard Variety in the food is more than foods. But when we " consider the half the secret of egg -production and fact that the natural food of the it is much cheaper to raise these dif- young mammal is milk, we see why ferent foods than it is to buy them, this principle does not apply to chick - so do not forget the poultry at the ens. planting time. Little chicks should first be fed Grit and charcoal can be found and when 72 to 96 hours old. Feed small made on the farm and the expense of • quantities and as often as is conveni- buying these necessary things can ent. If the feed is buried in deep lit- ter they must work longer in getting it out. The idea is to have them al- ways hungry enough to hunt for food, and always a little food for them tt find. If the chickens are at liberty, feeding often is not so important— three times a day would be sufficient; while if they roam far in the fields, finding much food, morning and even- ing feeding is all that is necessary. It is not a matter of great importance just what grain a chicken is first fed. The important thing is that they be supplied with a variety of grain as well as with casein or meat, grit and green food. be saved. If there is a creek bed near haul gravel from that and place near the henhouses where the poultry can find it. Charcoal can be made by taking the live coals from the stove and pouring water over them. They will immediately turn to charcoal and can be ground or broken up into the right size for the chickens to swallow. Better do this work out of doors as steam and ashes will fly from the coals when the water is poured on them. In these ways we can greatly re- duce the cost of keeping poultry and it will pay us to give time and thought to our work as the profit in the poultry business, as in any other, lies between the cost of production and the amount received for the mar- keted products. Besides comfortable quarters, the chick, to thrive, must have exercise, Client—"You ought to have gone into the army, not the Iaw." Solicitor "Why? Client -"By the way you charge there would be little left of the enemy." EXTRA GRANULATED SUG. .,. R with the fruit you order for preserving. Tell him, too, that you want it in the. Packages originated for eg° Sugar 2 or 5 ib. Sealed Cartons or 10, 20, 50 or 1001b. Cloth Bags... Then you will be sure to get the GENUINE REDPATH-. 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