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The Exeter Times-Advocate, 1925-8-6, Page 6itseil 'IBE $TORY OF A BLOOD FEUD BY ANNIE 8, sleek e tges itself And it not 'Roaght"--Longfellort: CHAPTER XXIV.-(Cont'cc,). Jean Dempster's face, slightly blanched. "You don't mean to say -you don't mean to say -you've been down ae far as drat!" she cried in a voice vibrat- ing "with a variety of feelings, Ile nodded gravely. "Oh, yes, I've sampled it all. When I see Affery again -=I shall see him,; I suppose; at least he said so, and there was a sort of convincing finality about all he said which made him not quite canny I shall tell him he was right and that New York is not :a good place to starve in," "But it was wrong, hideously, cruel- ly wrong to do it" cried Jean, "when. u had a friend here, more than one, but certainly one, whocould have helped!" "I'm down, my dear, but I don't take money from a woman," he said. with a kind of steady sadness, "Well, ,do you want to hear the rest of this first - elan yarn?" "Yes, of course, Pleg,se go on." "Fordyce listened and gave Donald - eon a look which made him fade away faster than any worm I've ever seen wriggle out of the path. Then he in vited me to come to his office and talk to Jilin. I did for a whole hour -not about myself but about the system I had found prevailing in that par- ticular factory and which I had taken an oath with myself to expose when the moment should come, and the man. I didn't exactly know how I was go- ing in g to do it,Miss � s Dempster. A hobo-•-" "Don't say it, Mr. Rankine! It's a horribl.e,hateful word -just as 'tramp' is in our own country!", "But it's what i am, or was, not so long ago; and even now I'm merely a permit on another man's bounty until I make good -which, I am sure, few do in this horrible country!" "You remember what I told you about New York the first night you came?" "I do remember. It has been burn- ed into my brain right on throughthis ghastly year! Well, I was telling you I talked to Fordyce. He beieved it right enough, though I had no creden- tials to offer him." "Except your face and the some- thing -the something • above .the com- mon ommon which has never left you; if you had a hole in your boots and rags on your back it would still be there!" cried Jean with a sort of inexplicable pride. 'Rankine faintly, very faintly, smiled. ' "You've been a good friend -one of the sort who puts grit into a man every time! I wish I could have af- forded not to lose you, but the only way in the Circumstances was to get myself lost -you understand?" "I needn't pretend I don't. But -it was wrong all the same," maintained Jean stoutly. "Well, and what did Fordyce do? I suppose he's one of the millionaire Fordyees. He was mixed up in rather an unsavory di- vorce ease just before you came. It was one of the Newport scandals; im- mediately after it he went on his yacht for a long cruise." "I don't know. .All I know is that I found him a decent sort. He thank- ed me for what I told him, and said he would make it his business to veri- fy my statements. But these he ac- cepted as they stood -for an unex- plained reason I can't fathom -and this morning Mr. Bill Donaldson quit." - 'gouda - •Astd,,,•you stay on, I hope. and . 1y keeping Mr. Fordyce's eyes. open get your' chance?" Rankine shook his head. ' othing on this earth woufd keep me here' Miss Dempster; for it seems to no there is only one thing worse than being a hobo in New York, and that's to be one of the millionaires!. I want money, God knows, and I want it brtd:y; but not that kind of money! Bcsideel it's not my line, and Fordyce was quick enough to see it." "Then what Is he going to do for you for giving him the chance to clean out his Augean stables on the East Side?"asked Jean feverishly. "fle's paying my passage out West, and is accrediting me to a man he krows on a -cattle ranch in Alberta and I board the train to -morrow nicht, I've taken this money as a loan. It's the only one I owe, or shall ever owe In New York. Fordyce understood. I don't know what his private char - pass it arfr"ul ,after eV jr meal: (iv.'e the family the benefit of its afd.• tofiesta, Cleans too, Keep the always 1 ! ,:ite her 'liOtaSe., mai reale ' 1)!o. 3'i-'25 ie Delicious : Flavor drawn from. the leaves of ester is, but he has been a gentleman 4o me." "For which, God bless him! Of eoerse I knowalai about his family. It hasn't a savory record; but it bears out what yeti say -that it isn't easy to be a millionaire in New York. Money, t000 much of it, seems to bring its curse along." ' Having relieved himself of his story,. Rankine's face relaxed a little and he took one of Jean's cigarettes. "If you and I had the distribution, wonder how it would go -eh? How I much is it you need for Hunter's Quay?" "Ten thousand dollars would do. I've got five." "Ten thousand dollars? How many pounds -eh? A matt who has not had more than an odd greenback in his pocket for so long has to do an arith- metic rithmetic sum every time thousands are under discussion." "I need, roughly speaking, about three thousand pounds," said Jean, "And I need thirty! But as thugs are looking now .I'm likely to go on needing it to all eternity!" "Oh, surely not, The West is more hopeful. Fortunes are made there - clean fortunes -by men who deserve them. Made in the good old way too -by the sweat of the brow. You'll do it, Mr; Rankine, and perhaps -who knows? -you won't be the worse for your New York experiences." "There is only one thing in my New York experience I don't want to bury, and that's the memory of your kind- ness," said Rankine with a quick note of fire in his voice. The color rushed; swift and warm, to Jean Dem pstel s face, and she rose hurriedly and said she wondered what was happening to the coffee. "Stut? and nonsense! What did I do?". she asked presently when. she re- covered herself. "Why, just nothing! You wouldn't have taken even a dime from me, and you've made me walk many a time because you hadn't the money for the street -ear and couldn't endure my paying! Not that I mind- ed. I'm a good. walker. But I Imew just how you felt about it. I've had to go 'without my meat too sometimes when we were out -just for the same reason." The Scotticism seemed to warm his heart and he smiled again. Hope had come back to him, and the horrors of the last months -which would never afterwards fade from his memory, but would altar his whole future attitude. towards lifer -were already growing a Iittle dint. "It didn't do you., any harm, judging by appearances," he said, for never had Jean Dempster booked more wo- manly and attractive. "As for me - one good 'thing -New York has, •taught me, and that is how little food a man actually needs for the day's work." "Now what about to -morrow night? Are you ready going off by the train asyou say?" asked Jean briskly.- "Yes. It leaves the Central exactly at midnight." Her face became a little wistful as she stood behind the cheerful little coffee machine, 'waiting for the frag- rant beverage to bubble up. "I've got two tickets for the new play at the Manhattan. Couldn't we have a meal together somewhere and go therefor a kind of last ploy?" "I've no clothes," said Rankine heavily, "except what I stand up in; and they're not fit for the company of a lady at a place of entertainment." "That's for me to judge. They are stalls," she added as she walked to the bureau to get then. out. 'I only l• got them to -day from a roan who can't use them, But I can call at the the -1 etre to -morrow morning and exchange them for seats in a cheaper part of ! the house where evening dress is op- tional. There will be a good deal of paper in the house; they'll be only , too ready to make the exchange I don't doubt." 2"I'd Iike to come, dear woman.; and -yes-., Iwill-provided you let me � pay for the meat, he • added with a whimsical note in his voice. "I can do that if you will be content with a moderate hostelry, without encroach- ing ncroaching on Fordyce's charity. "Don't call it that," she said quick- ly. "It hurts. Besides, it isn't char- ity. You gave him certain valeable information which, unlike some of them, he appeared glad -to get, though it was unpalatable. He wants to pay for that and he's entitled to pay for it." I "You would have made a grand ad- vocate and special pleader, my dear; i and if ever things get evened up ,you wi,'I be at the head of the profession. ' About Fordyce, Miss Dempster -he doesn't Iook as you would expect a man to look who can count his money in millions:' "None of then do -they've got to pay somehow," she answered swiftly. "Oh, if only I had 'the giftie'-like our own Robbie Burns -what things I could write! The tragedies that have filtered through by way of my ofecel You see, folk have got into the habit of trusting me. I don't know why-" "Because it's what you were born for- that and no other -and when you leave New York for Hunter's Quay," be added witha tender little note in. his voice, "she'll • be shoved just so Many melee nearer the pit" What a man you are! . Well, it is arranged about to -morrow night? Where shall we meet, and when?" They spent some time discussing the plans for their tittle outing, and when all was arranged and Rankine said he must go, as he stood up she put one straight question to him. "1C3r. Rankine, all this time your home letters have been coming here, and I've sent them on faithfully to the address you gave me, They think, you're herd sti''d of eau's*. How much Ku u told thouem?" "Nothing," he answered in a fierce This old Indian guide at the Lake of the Woods' camp polats out, for the benefit of the fair hunter, where all the game is hiding. undertone. "And it's the business of �anSomy life to see that they never de thinif-so' know anything. if -by any extra- ordinary chance you should be put in the witness -box you'll be a witness for ! the defence -won't you?" "Defence of what? You haven't • cone anythingbut what's fine and noble since yu've been here. You need. no defender—" ' "But you'll you'll keep it dark? It would -it would=kill them—" And with that he went away. All their arrangements held good next day. Jean called at the theatre at the lunch hour, and had no diffi- culty in making the desired exchange; and at seven they met in a little Broadway restaurant of modest di-. mansions with which Jean was fa- miliar, and over their meal •they dis- cussed many things, but chiefly Ran kine's prospects. Ina glass of -very modest Burgundy they drank success to Hunter's Quay and to Stair. When the curtain rose they were in their seats. • In the first scene Graham' Madox was in- his chambers at Lincoln's Inn late at night, knitting his brows over an anonymous letter calculated to wound him in his dearest part. Rankine, so long absent from every form of amusement, felt himself oddly stirred at sight of a man of his own class evidently in the grip of some tal strong menemoti, n. o Not a word was spoken on the stage, yet some- how so electric and wonderful was the personality of the great actor that the air seemed already charged with in- visible forces. Then, quite suddenly, the door at the side of the room opened, and a woman entered,clad in evening dress, though she wore a hat and was en- veloped in a voluminous cloak .of black velvet, whose' fine lines swept from `her figure in indescribable grace. Jean, a keen playgoer, was intent with her opera -glasses studying ' the woman's beautiful face, for, in com- mon with many others, her curiosity and interest had been whetted both by paragraphs and pictures of the new company coming to storm New York.. Suddenly she heard a strange, muf- fled exclamation by her side "Good God'!", When she looked round her compan- ion had arisen, and she could just be- hold the shadowy outline ,,of his tall figure making its way, amid sundry growls and protests, along the crowd- ed line of the circle where they sat. It was her last sight of Alan Ran- kine for many a long' day. CHAPTER XXV. DEAD SEA FRUIT. Froin her seat in a box, safely shel- tered behind a curtain of blue plush, Judith Pankine was a witness to Car• lotta's second tritimph, and her con- quest of New York hearts. She was that mire product, an actress. wholly natural and unspoiled, and the discern •ing were quick to • discover end acknowledge her womanliness and i charm and sincerity. The depth of purpose of which' her heart was fall somehow communicated itself to her impersonation of the wronged out for giving woman, and her grip•'nf the audience, from first to last, was con- summate. Unconscious of herself, she.was fully conscious of the greatness of hex` art, and the belief that she was in I the same city with the man who had first awakened all the springs g of her being, and undoubtedly brought her; r INTERVIEWED BY A TIGER By David Ker- II e. "Tiger hunting's very good fun in ite way," said Mr. Carter, as we sat in tiie verandah of bungalow one fine even- ing, watching the sun sink over the rocks that overhung the Nerbudda River. , e'It's very good fun -at least, so long as you're hunting the tiger; but when the tiger takes to hunting you, it's noquite so jolly. "But, although' I've had some nar- row escapes in that way, too, I'd soon- er have them all tiIce over than one such adventure as happened to me close to this very spot many years ago. "In those days, as- you may think, the place looked -very different from what it does now. The railway wasn't even begun then, and I was the only whiteman for .miles round. "All this clearing was as thick as a hat brush, with trees and jungles right down to the water's edge, and if you wanted to go anywhere, your only chance was to look for for sotue place. where an elephant ' had crushed his way through the thickets, and then follow his track. "I don't beleve you'd have slept very sound here in -those times. I can pro- mise you I didn't for the first month or. so. No sooner did it get dark than you'd hear a row like . flfty cracked trumpets 'tell blowing at once, and by that you would know that an elephant was coming down to drink at the' river. "Then that would wake up the croco- diles in the mud along the bank, and M- a minute they'd all be splashing and bellowing in chorus', one louder than. another. I "Then the itsonkeys in the trees ove, - f head would begin chattering and h..owl• ing like maid.' Thi that wouldrouse some dreadful old native bird, whose name I could never find out (p•erbaps no one had ever been able to invent one bad enough for it), and; it would start shrieking away as if .somebody was being murdered. a "And then, all at once, there would come rolling through the depths of the forest the roar of a tiger, which seem- ed to strike them all silent for a mo- ment, as a cannon drowns the crackle of :fia-eworks; but in another minute or two, they were a•Il just as bad as ever. "But the things that plagued me the most were the jackals. You've heard them often enough, and so you can juuge what it must have be -en for a man fresh out from Europe to hear under his window, every night and a.11 night hon, a noise as if forty children ) were being bitten by half a dozen mad dogs. "At last I couldn't stant it any long- er, and. i made up my iniad that I'd. teach them to hold their tongues be- fore I had done with them, if I had to leeep watch for a fc1 tniglit to do it. "Se, early one morning, 1- went out to a small clearing in the very heart of the wood, wahere there were _plenty of jackals' tracks abort, and dug 'a hole deep enough to' cover me, leaving just my head and arms out. "Then I waited until night came on, and when all my 'native servants were asleep, I took my double-barreled rifle and away I went and got into the hole to wait till the jackals tarried up. "But one would have thought the eneakttig brutes knew what I was af- ter; for, a1 -though they had Dome in crowds wd•en I didn't wan�rthem, yet now, when 1 was watching and wishing for thein not one would 'thew hie nose powers into play, helped to give fresh and passionate life, to her present- ment. Judy, in her corner, while not with- holding her meed of apprecigtion and affection from the woman whom these months of comradeship -almost of kinship -had taught her to Iove, was also fully conscious of a singular de-; pression, even.of a strange shrinking from the -very gifts that set Carlotta apart. Carlotta was the cynosure of all eyes: Upon her utterances one of the most brii:Iiant audiences New York had ever seen hung breathless. But where was Alan? Some inner witness of the spirit assured. Judy that things were not. well with him, and no- thing surprised her more than her ovrn strange feeling of lassitude, of reluctance even, to seek him out and learn the full truth. They had only been a few hours in the city, and these had been whirling hours. in which there had been scarce- ly space or opportunity for aught but arrangements for the theatre. Realiz- ing that for the moment everything, must be subordinate to that, Judy had quietly stood "aside, helping and ens. couraging where she could, aware that a few hours more or less oou"-d not' make any possible difference to them.' She was neither a wet -blanket nor i a grumbler,. and elle believed that Car- lotta was not less anxious and con- corned than herself -nay, she knew,' for she had seen her in her hours Of;j abandon and anxiety, and had glimpsed' the hunger of her heart. (To be continued:) Undeve: a lives op d l vas are the - pain of the universe. -L. H. Bailey. Minard's Liniment for Dandruff, w "Well, there 1 wetted and waited, t!U at last I got so tired and stiff that I was just thinking of giving it up and going home to bed, when 1 thought I heard a rustling in the thicket in front of ine. The next moment there was a sharp crackling, like dried` twig's snapping under a heavy weight, and out into the clearing, with every point of him quite .plain in the glorious summer moonlight, came stalking the biggest tiger I had ever Been in iris, life. "It's no use trying to make out that I wasn't frightened: I was, frightened, -and very lilac ly frightened, too, I can tell you. . "Indeed, I couldn't well have been in a worse fix than I was. If 1 had been - in a tree, I should have had no fear, for the Bengal tiger can't climb like the panther or the cougar.. Even it l had been out on level ground, I'd have felt more ccmfortable; for then, at least, I "would have had a. chance to fight or rtin. But, jammed as 1 was in- to .this precious„ hole, .with my tread just level With the. ground, I seemed put there on purpose for the beast to eat whenever he liked, • GREEN TEA has won it millions of users. Finer :. than' any Japan, Gunpowder or. klys®!n. , Ask; for SA.LADA-.`.. ".The tiger saw me as plain as, I sake; -- him, end came creeping on ti11 I could I feel las 'hot breath on my face -and 1, could see every one of tete: great'wliite fangs that glittered so ominously in '. the monnlfgiit. Wiry -didn't r shoot hurl:, you say? Why, just because- at the very fleet movement 'I made, he'd have bitten my head off, like a straw- berry. My only chance was to keep 'stock et!li-••and I did it. • "Meanwhile, Mr. Tiger seemed quite as much taken• aback as I was, The sight of a man's ,head growing out of the ground like a mushroom was; no doubt, quite a, new thing in his- expert euce,•-and he evidently did not know what to make of it, He prowled back - Ward and forward in front of'me,,,sniff- ing utheaedle, and• -conning so close to nee every now and ?then that the froth from his open jaws and great red toivgue flew off in flakes all' over my face. "This T s a enough, was bed as you ,rely i think, but it was a mere : joke as to what was, coming. For now the tiger,' having looked at' me long enough in1 front took it into his head t round t,to�. behind me. • "Then I felt as if all was over. Even ! *bile I cauid see what the ,tiger was doing,• it was .quite as much as I could bear to have him miffing about me, as if I'd been the bait of a trap. But when he got round behind my back and I ex- pected every --moment to'Ieel his teeth and claws do my flesh, without being able to. tell where he was or what he Was at- Ugh! T don't,like to think of it, even now. "I felt that another minute or two of this work would drive me mad out- right, ut right, and 1 made up my mind to scramble out of. the hole, rush upon the CHARMING DESIGN FOR AN tiger and take my chance. But at that OVERBLOUSE. nioment.I heard a shot beiiind'mle, and poria ' t t then a tremendous hoar, and turning pus a frill on its smarter "Fxclusioo atic r s. mty head; I saw, the brute s.pi•ingieg at a tall moan in white, who looked like an English oMeer. • "I jumped out of the hole like an acrobat, and levering iffy rifle ,gave the overblouses, and so we have it here as the distinguishing touch on the two models ` pictured above. "` White crepe - de -chine develops this blouse, the front of which is gathered to the black tiger both barrels. The great beast slightly below the shoulder -line in reared up to leis full .height, with a say -yoke effect. Right up to the minute age snarl that showed all ht's fangs at is the convertible collar with its. once, and then rolled over dead as a brimming -band of the .new pansy. door -nail. purple shade. The sarne trimming is used for the pocket tabs, and the nar- life " sold I holden=• hand to row cuffs on the long sleeves. Print - the stranger. ed silk in a small design fashions the `On the contrary,' said he, 'it's. I blouse with the short sleeves, with that ltnve to thank you• for saving material of a lighter tone used for mine.' , trimmings. Sizes 34, 36, 38, 40 and " 'Well, I fancy we're about even 42 inches bust. Size 38 bust requires there,' answered I; 'but this shall be 21, yards of 36 -inch material. Price the last time I ever try shooting front 20 cents. a hole. home sewing brings • nice clothes "And it was the last time, sure within the reach of all, and to follow! I have to thank you for saving niy e out my A GOOD DAY'S FISHING "What's the natter, Joel; reeetbing troubling you?" asked Mr. Hosldins, the proprietor of the store, as Mr. Bow- man took hila accustomed chair be the stove and: began to 'whittle in silence, "No; only I was, just thinking how different things are now from what they were when . we ere boys. We never useter have any holidays, save Twemty-fourth, of May and Dominion Day; but now--". "What started'yeu in that train of tieought",,: •. "Oh, I suppose it's that boy of mine, Eph, going fishing, again, "Well, it ain't a crime to go, fishing:" "No, 'tain't a crime, but seems to me it's a kind pf foolish waste o£ time. Eph'll spend a whole day getting a mess of fish that he pould buy for halt a dollar, and'come home as tickled with himself as a boy with his first pair of pants." "Yes, `I know," said Mr, Hoskins re- flectively. "It's partly in the way you look at it and partly in folks, Some will Just sit and fish all day and think ''of nothing but what they're catching or going to. catch, and others will kind- er meander along a stream and see what birds are nesting and what pleats are: in bloom and whether the berries are 'going to set thick or not, and a lot o' other things that don't tseem to have ' touch to do with fishing, I knew a fel- low of that kind once' that earned a year's salary in a day's fishing." "Found a mussel with a big pearl in it, or something, I suppose," ventured Mr. Bowman with a note or sarcasm en his voice. "No; nothing of the kind, He was Just trout llshin with hook and j o f g, w t a oo line, but he was always one of the kind that notices things. He worked for the railecad then -and does now -and hi`s boss was just like you, Joel, only lmore so. Didn't believe in going ;fish- • itig or playing games or anything much but working. Called it a waste of time • same as you do. • e "Well, this• fellow, Bert Ives, went down to Sharon Brook one day and fished along 'side of the railroad track. When he went to the office the next morning he says to his boss, 'What should you say if I should tell you that. for a few hundred dollars -say two hundred -we could do away with two bridges on our main line?" 'I should say you stayed too long in the hot sun yesterday,' says the boss, kinder crabbed; bit Ives just grinned and drew a little map and ,talked so rea.sonabie that finally the boss says, 'You go get.. your hat. We're going down there." "You remember the big sand. hill that makes, out into the marsh, and the way the brook uster cueve round it and turn left and south again.almost op- posite were it mad;: the right turn on the north side? Well, it ain't that way now, and I'm telling you why. "When they built the) railroad they !made a deep cut.straight through the sand bank, and of course they°had. to bridge the brook where the road en- tered the cut and again where it came out; but since thou they'd been cutting away the hill on what you might call the land side, to get ballast, so that at that time it was all level, back for a stretch of a hundred yards or so; and all it was needful to do to get rid of _ the two bridges was to dig a ditch right alongside of the track and turn the brook into it. Any folo could see it when it was pointed out to him, but no- -body had noticed it, and they'd gone on repairing and renewing those. bridges till that day when Ives went fishing there. "The joke of it was that the steam shovel had been working there most' of the time and was there on the flat then, so that all the change cost was the expense of Moving the shovel a, hundred yards, for they used the gra- vel from the ditch for ballast and did not have so far,te haul it. "Ives always maintained that 'spare the rod and •spoil the chid' meant a fishin' rod, but I do' know's I should go so far as- that." "Humph!". said Mr. Hoskins reflee- tively, "My father never understood it. that way." enough." ` One -$fled Health. Poor thing, she has such one-sided health." "What can yen Mean?" "Well, the glow of health on one of her cheeksis always so much stronger than on the other." For a Treat. An old customer was astonished to find one n'orning that, instead of his usual. barber, there had been assigned to hint a mere apprentice, the son of the proprietor. "'What!" -exclaimed old patron. "Are you going to :let this boy.fihave me?„ "Oh, oorne," said the proprietor, 'let the boy have hes fun for once. It's his birthday, sir." the mode is delightful when it -can be done so easily and economically, by following the styles pictured in our new .Fashion Book. A chart accom- panying each pattern shows the ma- terial as it appears when •cut out. 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