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Home My WebLink AboutThe Exeter Times-Advocate, 1926-6-3, Page 6Its superb flavour satisfies. ITIVO THE SHOT IN BEGIN HERE TODAY. The writer of this story, seeking nocturnal adventure,' walks toward London from Woolwich. He stops to rest in front of a long, low house of interesting architecture with front covered with white stucco. Tall French windows lead into the gar- den. In one of the French windows there burned a light. A revolver shot is heard. The writer lifts the latch of the gate and tiptoes up the walk to peer into the lighted window. He sees a man seated in a desk chair. He steps into the room and finds the man dead. A door opening into a dress- ing -room is ajar and from that room comes the sound of sobbing. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY There was a big armchair covered with crackling chintz, heavily flow- ered in blue. Upon it, or rather upon her knees on the floor and thrown face down upon the armchair, lay a woman, whose shoulders convulsive- ly heaved as she wept. Evidently she had just risen from her bed, for over her dressing -gown of green silk, unbound curly red hair flowed in heavy waves. I watched her for a moment, for there was something abject in her attitude. Her arms were outstretched across the chair; she made no attempt to wipe her tears. I had a queer feeling that she wept as if she were bleeding to death. Her plump, pretty white arms came out of the green siik sleeves. I was just about to go to her, when I perceived in one of her lixtids a revolver firmly grasped... . She'd killed him! That woman! It . was she who had fired the shot. Ob- viously it was her husband whom she'd .. . Swiftly, the domestic tragedy took form. A maddened woman, killing, one didn't know why, the man who had spent .a lonely night in the room beyond. . But the tears interfered with the logical continuity of my thoughts. .Murderess or not, she was crying, and crying so that my heart went soft with sympathy. I went up to her, laid a comforting hand upon a shoulder that heaved. I expected her to start up with a scream, but I had forgotten how much she must need the comfort of human contact, for, instead, she suddenly raised her head, gripping my hand. Looking up at me with a stained, blotched face, she mur- mured: "For God's sake, don't leave me." She rested her cheek against my hand. Her sobs were louder now. "0f course I won't leave you," I said, in a comforting tone. "Oh, don't leave me," she said again. "Now, try and pull yourself to- gether," I remarked. "It's no use crying." At this her sobs increased eo as to becomealmost screams; I realized what a foolish thing I had said. I did not know what to do. I couldn't stay indefinitely to be dis- covered by the servants perhaps. So I used a heroic remedy. Freeing my hand by a violent effort. I seized her by the shoulders and forced her to her feet, shaking her vigorously two or three times. She gave me a moan, a gasp, and suddenly her tears stopped. She was staring at me with open eyes, her mouth still convulsed, but silent. Good for .V' . the .. It snakes theta smile— it's si4u'e worth while. After every meal 1St L/CF,' Air,, 22—'2.. 1 THE NIGHT "Now," I said, "quick. You've no time to waste. What happened?" She seemed to find speech difficult, but she tried: "I can't tell you . . ," "Oh, nonsense!" I spoke harshly on purpose. "It's no use trying to hide. I've just been through that room and I found your husband, at least I suppose it's your husband. Don't begin crying ... again," I said angrily, as her mouth opened. "It's your only chance. Tell me what happened. You shot him, didn't you?„ "Yes." I caught the whisper. "Well now, what's to be done?" She was rapidly becoming com- posed: "There's nothing to be done except send for the police." "I suppose I ought to," I said. "But I don't want to if I can help it. Oh, whatever made you do this?" She was not listening to me, for she replied: "Is he dead?" "Yes, he's dead," I told- her. "I Iooked. But, by the way, you haven't asked me what I'm doing here." She shrugged her shoulders. "Yes. I agree with you; it doesn't matter. I was passing outside; I heard a shot, and I carne in." "Well, you'd better send for the police," "Why should I?" I looked at her more -carefully. Instinctively, she had wiped her face; no doubt it was her beauty which inclined me to mercy. I realized that when all was well with her, this woman would show most beautiful features. The rough, ruddy hair hung in tangled locks, as if it had been raveled out No doubt it was her beauty which inclined me to mercy. of its plaits, for a green bow hung at the end of a strand of hair. It grew low upon the white brow, where it made seven beautiful points of bright bronze. Under g;eaming golden eyebrows, large green eyes were looking at pie piteously, and a very red mouth trembled. "Look here," I said, "suppose I'd passed your house five minutes Iater, I shouldn't have heard. I shouldn't have comp in. Then you could have escaped. Now, • look here, get your clothes on, and go as quick as you. can; otherwise you're sure to be caught. You'll go to prison for years, Get your clothes on quick. By t the . time you're ready I'll be gone." She seized my arm with her free hand, having evidently forgotten the rei'olver in the other: "Don't go," `she whispered. Then, tensely: "If you go, I'll shoot myself, too." But ... but, I said, vague.y. "Don't go. Yes, I killed him. I don't care. Icouldn't help it. I had to. • It couldn't go on. I couldn't stand it," she said on a louder note, which made me fear renewed hys- terics. But suddenly she grew calm: "I don't know who you are, and I don't care. I don't care about any- thing. I don't care if they hang me I wish they would." "Of course they won't hang you." "Listen. Let me tell you. I want to teal you. I suppose you think I'm horrible because I'm a murder- ess. I _couldn't help it."., She released my arm and •sat down heavily in the armchair, as if her energy deserted her, but all through her story her voice was now audible, though monotonous. "The elan you've just seen, who's dead in there, was my husband, We've been married for seven years. When we married I - was 17, and he was 45. • 1 didn't want to marry him. 1 ; . . I wanted to marry somebody else ... my boy Dick. My mother, well, she didn't :ike Dick. You see, we were what is called . nice people, and Dick was third mate on a ship in the merchant Service. Mother said he wasn't the right c„ ass for me. They wouldn't let me marry hint. He was only 21,1 and he wasn't earning much. Oh,: I was bad; bad." She stopped. and I said; "flow do you mean,. bad?" "Oh, I ought to have stuck to hint. I I promised him. I told him 1''d wait.l But they wanted me to many the roan I married. He was rich, very rich, and we were so poor, Oh, I ought to have stuck to him, my bay Dick . , but they were too I strong for me. • I couldn't I was only 17. Oh, you do understand, don't you?:, I couldn't, They were f too strong, "Yes," I said. "1 understand. Go on." "Well;" she went on, "I married him. I couldn't help it. Seven years t ago. Ile wasn't unkind to . me at first, He said he loved me, and 1 suppose he did. And I tried to love too, I did my best; I swear to you I did my best, But I couldn't. I was always thinking • of my boy Dick, far away, and the dreadful let- ter he wrote me when he heard that I'd married. He was right, but it hurt me dreadtul;y. For a year or two things went well enough. I was very wretched, but I didn't show it. And my husband, he seemed pleased. Burr one day, I don't know how, he found out about Dick, I don't see why he minded. I'd married him; that ought to have been enough for him. I was a good wife to him; I jwear to you I was. But he got ealous. Jealous of my poor boy Dick, so far away,' whom I hadn't even seen since I married. My hus- band began to talk to pie about Dick. Well, I tried to say it was just a boy and girl affair, but, my husband understood. He couldn't help seeing that I didn't love him. He thought it was Dick's fault, and so it was in a way. He began to hate him. He was jealous of him, just because I loved him. He hated Dick, and he hated me. Oh, you don't know what it's like. I hope you'll never know. To live with somebody who's got a grudge against you, and who's trying to make you suffer, trying all the time. I don't know how he did it, but, you see, he was a rich man. My husband began to take an interest in shipping. He bought shares in ships, and opened an office. And he made a lot of money, for he was clever. Oh, I couldn't bear it." "But how do you mean," I said. "I don't quite understand." "He began to follow. the move- ments of Dick's ship. It was quite easy. He used to come in in the evening, and say, 'The Cheronia has been sighted off Sandy Hook. Would you like to send Dick a wire- less, darling?' I didn't say any- thing, but it hurt. Or again, he told me when Dick was promoted to sec- ond mate. He found out; he told me. I don't know; he must have made spying a business. He told me how much Dick was getting per month. He even invented stories about Dick and other women, month after month, year after year. Almost every day, he had something to tell me. I gritted my teeth together, tried not to burst out, but it was too much. My husband was using Dick as .a cant phrase. Instead of saying:. forgot my umbrella today, how careless,' he'd say: 'Pm just as care- less as Dick.' And, in a restaurant, he asked me whether I'd like pudding a la Dick. But I didn't get used to it; it only got worse and worse—Year after year. I was going mad with it; perhaps I am mad: But it didn't stop my heart bleeding; perhaps I could have stuck it, out, however .. . perhaps he'd have got tired of it. For my husband loved me, you know, in his way; indeed, it was always after I'd cried, .when I lay weak and sick With hysterics, that he'd take me in his arms and cover me .with kisses which I hadn't the strength to resist. (To be continued) •Minard's Liniment for burns. O. K. Then. "You should never marry a girl un- less she has a special calling." "Weil, my girl is a telephone oper- ator." Index of Character. It is said that a can can successfully lie with his eyes, but not with his mouth. The face is such an index of character that the very growth of the latter can be traced upon the former, , and most of the successive lines that carve the furrowed face of age are en- graved directly or indirectly by mind. There is no beautifier of the face like a, beautiful spirit. 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Thou didst look down Upon the naked earth, and, forthwith, rose All these fair ranks of trees. They in thy sun Budded, and shook their green: leaves in thy breeze, • And shot toward heaven . Till, at last, they stood, As now they stand, massy, and tall and dark, Fit shrine for humble worshipper to .hold Coninunion with his Maker. These • dim vaults, These winding aisles, of human pomp or pride Report not• No fantastic carvings show The boast of our vain race the form Of thy, fair works. Noiselessly, around, From perch to perch,"the• solitary bird Passes; and you clear spring, 'that,' midst its herbs, Wells softly forth and wandering steeps the roots • Of half the mighty forest,- tells no tale Of all the good it does. Thou hast not Left Thyself without a witness, in the shades, , Of thy perfections, Grandeur, strength,. and grace Are here to speak . of thee.. This mi ghty oak—• 13y whose imniovable'stentl stand and seem Almost annihilated—nota prince • In all that proud old' world beyond the' deep E'er wore Ills crown as loftily as he Wears. the green .coronal of leaves .-- with which Thy hand has graced him. ---J3ryant, "A Forest Uymn," Roasted a Shell. : Two old .gypsies who lit a camp fire In a wood near Amiens, France, lnad verteiitly roasted, a shell, which blew up and killed them. An Ex I9ent Idea, Perhaps some part of the scarcity of .spring poems may be traced to the fact that the poets are burning their scrateh pads to take the chili off the, to chane Housewife: "The clothes are lovely this , week" Laundress: "Yes Ma'am, Pm using Sunlight Soap" X P E R T laundresses delight in using Sun- light Soap. They know it is ali-pure soap; that it works nat- urally, therefore safely. This m e a n s gloriously clean clothes that stay new much longer. • • Made by Lever Brothers Limited Toronto Sold Everywhere r S82a Experience says,. "I began using Sun, light Soap because of the $5,000 Guarantee of Purity. I continue to use it because it does such wonderful work." •. 11111111111111 IIIIIIIIII111111., The English Sparrow. That unwelcome foreigner, the Eng- lish sparrow, bymany is considered a great pest, but in my opinion he is not nearly as black as he is painted. I have frequently watched whole flacks of. these birds in winter, hard at work in a garden in. which the weeds had been allowed to grow during the sum- mer, and it could easily be seen that they were devouring the seeds of these weeds. They kept coming back to this garden until they had exhausted the supply of seeds: It is very evident that they do a great amount of good. Sparrows raise two or three, broods. each season, arid until the young can fly and forage for themselves, they are - MIRACLES. -WORKED BY DOCTORS I `' Bones eau now be taken out of the body at one place and re'iuserted at another . (our Medical Correspondent Writes). Wonderful operations of trills nature have just been performed on a boy and girl admitted to Westminster Hospital, London, Certain tonere in „ their arms and legs were missing, After transferring bone and flesh to the deficient limbs from healthy but less important parts of the body, It La now confidently hoped that these two children, who' might have been crip- ples for life, will soon be able to make normal use ' of their limbs. In the same way, during the war, many sol- diers were given new faces! Snatched from --Death. In another 'London hospital not long ago the position of a large tumour In- side a roan's brain was correctly lo- cated and fifteen sgnare inches of the bone -of his skull .removed•; .whilst at M•ontreal,. Canada, a piece of tin was taken from the brain of a girl only two .and a half years of ,age. The trouble was caused by the explosion of a fire- work in a can, a piece of tin flying off and penetrating the ehild's brain to a depth of four inches. Dr, Karl: Meyer, of Chicago, was re- ported recently to. have saved the life of a. patient by taking out his heart, ex- tracting a rifle bullet, and finally re- storing the organ to its place, where it continued to beat. The man had shot himself accidentally and .his re- covery was regarded as ,hopeless. Dr. •Meyer located the position. of. the bul- let by X-ray examination, opened the chest, emptied the vessels, of blood, and succeeded in squeezing out the bullet. An Artificial Voice. • Cancer -of the throat is extremely malignant and its unfortunate victims seldom survive more than eighteen months or two years unless an opera- tion is performed which necessitates removal of the larynx or Adam's ap- ple. One of the final steps in the. operation is to carry the upper end of the windpipe forward into the wound and to sew it up in such a way that the with I the outer ,air. Henceforth the patient breathes through this ;hole and not through the mouth. But he cannot speak. Those who have lost their yodel cords in cancer operations can now be Pitted with a small apparatus made of rubber tubing and silver—an artificial larynx—by means of which they can talk with sufficient volume to be heard, easily across a. large room. `Speech, however, is all of one pitch, because' the rubber diaphragm in the artificial "voice" cannot be stretched and com- t pressed at will Eke the natural vocal 'cords. A Daring Experiment. 1windpipe ... pi Pe communicates directly sparrows there, so what is really stolen is what the chickens leave. Just Girls. "Is there anything ,worse than ge- ometry, ice?". " Al Sure, washing dished Poles Prefer Long Hair. Polish women have been avow in suc- cumbing to bobbed hair just as they always refrained from any extensive use-of,rogue. Polish girls have natural- ly long and beautiful hair which is worn . traditionallyin two long braids, a style that suits their. native beauty and makes the Polish girl slow to have her hair cut short. fed on insects. Nor are the old spar- • • • -• • rows averse to an insect diet. I have• often seen English sparrows chasing grasshoppers and moths and other in- sects when they had no broods. • It is said that these birds are fond of young peas, but I have never noticed them doing much damage in the gar- den, and they certainly more than make up for what fruit and young peas ,they do take by the insects and weed; seeds they eat. it is also said that the sparrows •steal grain- from .chickenk, pens, but the amount they take Is neg- ligible, for when the feed • is lfrsti thrown in the fowl's all crowd around to get their share, and win allow no_ BEAUTIFY IT WITH: "DIAMOND DYES" Just Dip to Tint or Boil to Dye Each t':5 -cent pact*: age contains direc- tions so simple any woman can tint soft, delicat•i shades or. dye rich, permanent colors In lingerie.; silks, ribbons, skirts, waists, dresses, coats, stocklugs,. sweaters, draperies, coverings, hangings —everything! 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A schoolboy attempted to board a niaving tramcar in Sydney, Australia, when his leg was caught un- der the wheel. Despite the use•of jacks to Lift the heavy vehicle, efforts to re- lease the limb failed and three'doc- tors who happened to be present de- cided that amputation was the only course., Only by lying 'on their backs under- neath the oar could the doctors reach the boy's leg. But whilst the police kept back the crowd an anaesthetic was administered and 'the operation sucessfully performed in tile nhiddle of the street. Walking about in the Isle of Wight to -clay is•. a man who whilst being given gas for an operation . in Westminster Hospital, London, stopped breathing, - Shortly after, the man's heart ceased to beat, and lie remained, to all in- tents and purposes dead. A daring .experiment was then tried by the operating surgeon who made an incision in the man's chest—and put his hand inside! He began to massage the man's heart, and after a while 3t i gradually started to beat again in the normal manner. Things True Enough to Last a Long Time. ' Misery is the inseparable companion of law debates; the pleaders•are miser -- able, for sooner shall they attain to the end of their lives than to the final decision of their' pretended 'rights.— Rabelais. . So many professed Christians yet so. few imitators of -Christ, so much talk of religion, so .much science, so little conscience, so much knowledge, -' so many preachers,so: littlei racticei - Robert Burton in the early eighteenth oentury, • Note but the plain husbandman or the unwily shoemaker and you• will see them simply and naturally plod on their coarse, speaking only or what they know, and apo further; whereas these letter -puffed pedants, because they would fain raise themselves aloft incessantly, in tri. Cate aiid entangle:. themselves. 'i'hey utter . lefty words, and speak golden sentences. They will stuff your head, ivith laws When, God wot, they, have not yet conceived the ground of the case, They have the theory of all things hitt you must seek who shall put it in pr2.otioe »•,Mon-. talgne, 1633.1592. i' I How Does She Spell "Cr;itici0e?" "Have you a competent typist?" "Yes," answered Mr, Cumtrox. "Sire is so highly educated thin I'm almost afraid to dictate to hes;, fee feu ehe'11 .r•iticizc my grariiinar,'`