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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Exeter Times-Advocate, 1926-7-1, Page 6EI Pe ; fect17 bald T81 cel u$aerb flavour. ettittee; eeteetelte tett IN A LEGATEE'S SHOES BEGIN HERE TO -DAY. A novelist seeks nocturnal adventure and walks up Viking Square where he sees an elderly English parlorreaid standing on the steps of a house. When the maid sees him she jumps down the steps and with piteous ap- peal in her eyes cries: "Oh, Mr. Char- lie, you've come at lost." The novelist allows himself to be led into the house in which he finds costly furnishings. An elderly man in evening dress conies toward him and greets him as "Charlie." He gets the impression that both the man and the maid know he is not their ma:n. The elderly man 'informs him that his aunt is veryill and is waiting for him. The novelist teas the maid and the man that he is not the -ran they think he is but offers to play his part in whatever drama they have for hire. He is asked to wait in the dining room. A sound comes to him from behind a eosed door. He finds the daughter of the sick woman locked in a room. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY. The woman gave me a dry sob: "I who've looked after her all my life, and didn't marry because she wanted to keep me. Well, that doesn't matter. Anyhow, she became crazy for Charlie. She said I shouldn't get anything.1 Only she hadn't seen Charlie for a year, nearly. That annoyed her. She was going to -rake a will in his favor, only he didn't coma." She stopped, sobbing again. taut, look here," I said, "I don't understand. How is it Charlie hasn't been to see her for a year if he thinks f `she'll make him her heir?" sl He couldn't. He was in gaol: He was released this afternoon. In Scot- land. But he hasn't had time to get here yet, and time presses. Now don't you understand. They've got a will written out upstairs. If she thinks Charlie's come to her; she'll sign. She knows she may die any moment, only she's obstinate. She won't sign unless Charlie conies to her." "But you've got to have witnesses." "Oh, of course," said the woman, petulantly. "The servants will wit- ness. Servants will witness anything Now, you see, if you go and speak to her shell think it's Charlie Charlie'll get everything, and I'll be penniless. Oh, it's too cruel. I'm too old to go out and work. Oh, don't go up, don't, And I haven't told you everything. - Charlie's so bad : Just as if being in gaol before hadn't done him any good, He's done some- thing e'.se. I heard this afternoon . . after they let him out. Stupid of the M�saolice .. they let him go . they'll have to arrest him again. But never :'rind that. It doesn't matter what he's done: if Mother signs he'll get every- thing, and Pll be turned -into, the street. Oh, don't go up, please. Better leave the house." At that moment I heard voices and footsteps above. People were coming down. Indeed, the thing to do was to run. But if Charlie -did arrive? If the old lady signed the will? This woman would be destroyed. I must see, it through. So, hurriedly, I whis- pered: "No, leave it to me. I'il shut the door, but I shan't lock you in. go up, but I 'romise you she shan't sign." - "Promise," she said, weakly. I nod- ded, closed the door, and returned to the dining -room. • It ,snakes them smile- it's sure worth Sviiile, Cale tessesse I 'ltt1E No. 26—'26. III. The doctor paused: "Well, good night, Doctor," said my host. "I'm afraid there's no chance." "Not much," said the doctor, "but Pll be round at eight o'clock. After all, nature can do more than medi- cine." He went out, and the elderly man turned toward me: "Pm awfully sorxy you had to wait. I hope you don't mind. Now, since you're so good as to help us out of this difficulty, perhaps you'll- come up to her. And remember to call her Auntie." As I went up the stairs my courage was oozing away. Automatically, I followed my guide, but the desire to run away, to avoid entangling myself in anything so risky, -anything so crim- inal, was strong upon me. But still I went up: to entangle oneself is the essence of all adventure. Thus, as the door softly closed behind me, I found myself by the bedside. The lights were low, so faintly illumined the features of the three people in the room, a hospital nurse on the other side of the bed, the servant who had I let ` me in, and another maid. But I registered these only vaguely. My.eyes were fixed upon the figure that lay in the Stuart four-poster, surmounted by Before he could dray his weapon the policemen were on him. a canopy of crimson brocade flowered with gold. She was such a little thing, the oldlady in her vast bed. Her attr tude was one of infinite weariness; 1 she Iay cheek upon the pillow, one thin hand faintly moving upon the coverlet, a large bandage covering the, whole of her forehead and her eyes.1 She was pitiful, so small and weak, • and the effect of the sick -mom had t already been created, for bottles and! grasses stood upon a small table; there; was ,a cylinder of oxygen, and: the faint smell of sickness, the close, half- I scented smell, already filled the place. Thenethe elderly man touched my el-' bow, and I went to the bedside. i "Christine," he murmured, "here's 1 Charlie." The old lady •did not reply; for a moment I thrilled with the hope that she might be dead, and that this tragedy would thus be ended. But the thin hand persistently molted, and I found myself recognizing a resembl- ance with her daughter, the same straight nose, the beautiful old faded lips. "Christine," he repeated, his tone made anxious with the thought that had occurred to me. He touched her hand. "Christine, it's Charlie," I' saw that I must play my part, so bent down quite close and murmured: "Auntie! Auntie Christine!" At the sound of this new voice, she suddenly seemed to revive. A tremor ran over her features, and she made an effort to sit up, which, with the swiftness of a. cat, the hospital nurse repressed. "Oh, what is it?" said the old lady, vaguely, as if ante -sod from a dream. " e said. Charlie," I sa d. It was horrible and charming: she ; iniled, and the thin hand moved about vaguely, until I said mine into it: "Oh, Charlie," she said, "I'm so glad you've come. I didn't think you'd cone." f BRITISH ROTARIANS FOR DENVER CONVENTION Above Is a party of British Rotarians on their way to the International • Rotary Convention herd at Deliver, June 13 to 20, riont. row seated are: C. White, British President of the Rotarians, Belfast; e, E. Appleyard, Leeds; H. Winniecet, Plymouth; J, p. Webb, Truro; L. F. King, Bournemouth. Ladies are; Mrs, C. White, Mrs, Appleyard, Mrs, -Webb, Mrs, Smith, Miss Coghill, Mrs. Kingston, Back row: J. Smith, Liverpool; W. Cumely, Dublin; 0. Tfingston, Dublin; J. Riddell, Donoaster; Edward Willens, Brussels; G. Charlesworth, Doncaster; W. Webber, Plymouth. • You didn't think I'd leave you alone when you were seedy." "Charlie," she whispered, hurriedly, "don't say I'm seedy. Don't be silly." There was .something quite sharp in the whisper; it revealed the imperious woman she had been. Indeed, she was cross: "Why haven't you been to see me for a year?" This embarrassed me, so T was vague: "Oh, well, you know I had to be away." e "Yes, I know, but 1 should have. thought you needn't have spent a year in America, Still, dear, it's your busi- ness." She pressed my hand, and I hated myself. Then she added: "You've changed. Even your voice is different." "Poor boy," said the elderly man, "he's got an awful aced. But, look here, Christine, you mustn't talk any niore; it's not good for you." But the old lady clung to my hand with sudden strength, as if she feared that with it life would escape her: "Oh, no," she said, feebly. "Don't . I haven't seen you for so long." "All right," said ,her cousin:- "He shan't leave you. But Christine, dear, didn't you tell me you wanted to sign a paper." "Yes, when Charlie came." "Well, it's ready, it's written out. Suppose you do it now? we've got the. witnesses here. Since they're here, Christine, why not sign it now to save troubling them to come upstairs again." There wae a pause Then .the old lady turned her face toward me, as if trying to see me through the band ages', and said: "Charlie, you've been a dear to me all your life. I'm going to leave you. everything. And when I'm gone . . Doris isn't to have any- thing. Not a penny. I hate her." "Here's the paper," said my guide. This was too much. I made e. grab at the will, but the old man was too •quick for ma: "What the devil . .?" he began. "Stand back!" I shouted. "She's not going le sign- I eon t nave "it. There was a moment of confusion. for the servants jumped up, and I was conflonting the three. We were aa speechless and rather pale. A fury came over me as I turned upon the old man: "She shan't sign. Do you hear? Give me that paler, or I'll take it from you.": As I stepped toward him a feeble cry came from the bed: "Oh, what is it? What is it?" I. turned to the old lady, but at that moment I heard rapid steps on the stairs, swift progress. The door was flung open, and a rather• handsome, middle-aged man rushed to the bed and flung 'himself down on his knees by its side: "Auntie, Auntie!" he cried, "I've come in time?" His tone changed: "What's the -ratter? It's Charlie, Don't you hear?" Ile jump- ed up, staring down at the figure, and stepped back: "Too late!" he said, in a low voice. For a moment we all stood fixed where we were <about the bed of the woman `round whom' had centred so much strife. So smitten were these , „ plotters by their defeat, that only I heard yet • more footsteps upon the stairs. It was only at the last mo- ment, as the door feel open, and be- hind the -two policemen I could see the figure of Doris, that Charlie, with an oath, thrust at his hip pocket. But before he could draw his weapon the policemen were on him. As if 'conscious that some: peril might threaten me, Doris had run to my side. In a hurried whisper 'she said: "I got out. 1 didn't think .of telling you ... I got the policemen. Oh, you're safe, you're safe!" Another story of midnight adven- ture by W. L. George, "The Stolen .Hatching of Toads, "Soma toads are hatched directly from the egg, without pas -sing through a swiinming tadpole stage; neverthe- less they go througha tadpole stage inside th,e,eggshell. Bobbed Hair Here, Poverty There. Women of China, 1G•,700 of them, aro dependent upon Charity as a result ant the bobbed stair fashion, It is reported in Peking. 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Many styles of smnart'apparel may be found in aur new' Fashiomi Book. Our designers originate their. patterns. in the heart of the style centres, and their creations are,,those of :tested • popu_arity, brought within .the, means of the average woman. Price of the book 10 cents the copy. HOW TO ORDER PATTERNS. Write your name and address plain - ,y, giving number and size of such I, patterns as you cant. Enc'oso' 20c in stamps or coin (coin preferred; wrap it carefully) for each number and Iaddress your o:der to Pattern Dept, Wilson Publish ig Co, 78 West Ada- ;laide St., . Torcnto. Patterns sent :,y i return. nl£ii Europe's Quairitest'Republic. I Europe's least -known republic, -An- dorra, has received a eurprise. Recent- ! ly it notified the League of Nations direct of it adherence to the Opium Convention, hut was reminded that it I was not a savereign State, and that it ' must act through France. Andorra. burled in tie lonely valley in the heart of the Pyrenees, is left s•o severely alone that thissmall over- sight may be pardoned. .It does ;es a matter of fact, claim complete independence, under'a chart- er of Cihn,riemereie, but that'documelat is, alas- a forgery, and the ;.lily repub- lic has really two overlords, France and the Bishop of tJrgel in Spain, a foot duiy recognized, by its only taxes, 960 trains a year to France and 460 pesetas .to' the Bishop; a total of, say, 4 20. This joint rulership dates from the thirteenth century, and constitutes the Bishop of Urgel the only cleric; in Eur- ope still having temporal power, earzseammaneastainmansseram TORONtO opfttiR8 BST MARKET FOR Poultry, �E tter, Eggs gbs We Offer Toronto's Peat Prices. LINES, LIMITBD St, Lawrence Market Toronto 2 High School Boards and Boards of Ed cation Are :itut:hor•Ized h IiiW't.o ettabllsh INDUSTRIAL, TECHNICAL AND ART SCHOOLS With the approvalof,,the Minister of Education.. DAY AND EVENING CLASSES may be conducted in accordance with .the regulations Issued by the Department of Education. THEORETICAL AND PRACTICAL INSTRUCTION Is given in various trades. The schools end classes are under the direction of AN ADVISORY COMMITTEE. Application for attendance should b.}: made to the ,Principal of the school, , COMMERCIAL SUBJECTS, MANUAL TRAINING, HOUSEHOLD SCIENCE AND AGRICULTURE AND. HORTICULTURE are provided for In the Courses of Study in Public, Separate, Continuation and High Schools, Collegiate Institutes, Vocational Schools and Departments. Ceplea of the Regulations issued by the Minister of Education may be obtained from the Deputy Minister, Parliament ;Buildings, Toronto,' WHY GIRLS WON'T MARRY By "A Woman With a Duster.,' A young woman said to the other day, 'I am in love with a man who wants me to marry him, but I, have re- fused: him. I .shall never marry be-' cause my own home iife`has given me a horror of marriage "Ever since j can remember. life has been one quarrel after another be- tween my tither and mother., They never agree about anything, and -they seem to delight in hurting one an- other's .feelings. • "I -couldn't bear that. I can't endure the thought of •spending my life in a house of strife, se I have ,resolved never to marry. � am; never "goleg,to put myself'in any mans. power, eseheee he can vent his brutality on eue if he chooses,. and I ani not going to inflict my -moods and nerves and tempers oa any man; For It seems to me that there are, no happy marriages, andzthet somehow matrimonybrings• out all the worst there is in human nature." I ;told this disillusioned young wo- man:that she had got morbid! that she was•- looking` at matrimony through dark -blue spectacles, and that there were . many happy husbainde and wives. • Also I told .her that each marriage waswhat the induvidual husband and wife .mmade'it. Every manand woman can make their marriage -a heaven on ,earth or an understudyof ,purgatory as they will, and what other people have done has nothing to do with their fate. But when one considers the awful warnings against matrimony- that many marriages present to the. young,' one does not wondeii_ that thoughtful • young people, are seared. • Indeed, the amazing thing Is that anyone has enough foolhardy courage to take a risk which ends disa5trolisly for so. many, • The dream, of every girl is to love andbe loved," to marry 'and have iris- - band and home and Children. But when the rouses herself front, her ro- maantle dream and takes 'a clear-eyed glance at her married sister's, what does she see in not.a few cases? She •sees homes In whish there ie perpetual bickering over't2lftee; homes In which the daily _quarrel is as much a part of breakfast as the •coffee; homes in which all that, the woman gets out of matrimony it the, privilege of being an unpaid domestic slave and being abused and spoken to as a man would speak to no other human being on earth. Seo et is no wonder that the gill with a:igood job es not willing to exchange it for the menial position of a wife that she sees so many sister 'women occupying, or ;that she asks, herself why her marriage should be a success when many'othere fait' it is the -same with men. It Is time awful warning that men see posted up in some houses they visit .that makes _ many of then shy at the altar. A man looks over his friends • who have mar- ried end- often seas nothing to lure him -into following them. On the other hand, so alluring are the •examples of successful marriagee we 'have among us that every really happy home becomes. a .matrimonial agency, end inspires every man and woman who beholds it with a desire to take at -last one shot at the greatest sporting proposition on earth, , Jungle Talk. let T,Ionk--"My brother is going to open a stone." 2nd Monk --"More monkey businese, eh?„ Mlnard's Liniment for Backache. '1 O12.Tons in Pint of Star, According' to Herbert Dingle; a Bri- tish astronomer, the oldest ,stars in the universe are composed of a sub- etance which weighs twenty-two tone to the pint, rays ''The Pathfinder." This Is 65,000 'times heavier than iron. Such stars are known as "white dwarfs." Prevent baked ,custards from curd- ling by standing the pie dish in an- other dish containing eo.id water; be- fore placing in the oven. Thirteen O'clock. I At least one clock has been so made that it would strike thirteen at one o'clock. This was a clock 'made to the order of the. Duke of Bridgewater, who built the famous Bridgewater Canal running from Worsley to Manchester, England. The Duke was tremendously keen on getting this big work com- pleted; and the purpose of the. thirteen chimes wars to prevent denger of the dinner hour being extended by any- one nyone niseing---or pleading to have miss- ed—the single stroke which was the signal to resume work. • A BUSINESS OF YOUR OWN Earn Money -and got it every Wock. 511.frult 1;oes,- dowering *limbs, shade trees, boli ng. rove and overgrcons. Outfit furnished. Old, establish - cd firm has an attractive. proposition far man or. we,n2n firm, good etandine and energetic. E. D. 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Toleoe TC: seitndrtcn �aeseu e ! _ Calgary 51 • ....aeauarmrmsex,esAi .` ....dnnou rakto Mite RIDING ON THE WOOD ROAD At time top of a steep climb we cisme. out into a glorious graaey'open, and Have a g ui1op- iucbiag index old, ap- pie -trees rrn which blossoxim, ,til cling: So sweet! I 'snatch one, and vee: •8"V dashing down'ta the brook, then up. in woods again, relaxing on soft hemlock . needles, • For this Is the cathedral of" -het, yellow birches, (The yellow birch sec- tion), ' Slim, lofty trunks, shining, sial' very -gold; a goal -green.: canopy above, through which sun sense Red eun- splashe's on the road, the br000k in its pools again; but .always, the silver col- onade, rank upon rank dimniiug away Into silvery shadows. I know of no other such wood; and there is a half- mile of it, sweetly uphill and slow. A thrush, somewhere, gave hie haup- notes; did e ,think, from the woods - du•ak, it was btwilight a,treacby? • The brook, after a particularly mar- velous pool, minas. up a canon to our right; but a sub -brook develops, in the road. This is mountain -going Indeed. Polly hops distastefully from one hank to the other, over rocks, deep cavy plaoes, tree -boles in the way. Hoofs scrabble unpleasantly on, stones. But —look up! Not a single`goiden birch; multitudinous families of ancient white ones, The whiec b'r^ h section. i Ferns, mosses, • lichen&,• are every- where; verywhere; bleseed mountain.damp! All the wood -boor• looke squashy; under us still runs the Ileal pretty little, sub - brook, which should be diverted and isn't. Soon this road, will be itself a canon, One is sorry to see a goods mountain road_ that the forefathers le - bored over, going so. But along its edge --such violets! Mountain -cool, spring -water wet; a heaven for late violets. Great, purple -- June 'violets., with steins a foot long. h. - I saw a violet -head high in the air be- side the tops of some tall lush grass and a tall fern -frond, and. thought: Inmpossible- It must be just lodged' there. But I was interested enough to dismount, and with Polly's rein over ml arm, feel my way carefully down, the invisible stem—dorm said don iti- to.cool depths of grass, past the gentle scratchiness of ferns, down,• down— and there at last was wet grpr nd.. The stem, p•ei•force, diad ended; . and I •belt;` up—to the liorses•' obvious admiration --a perfect light -house of a violet- Some fifteen inches from my finger to the broom— and the bloom a semi- pansyy in size; only long-featurd, shy, -fragrant--a real violet of the woos*,'. Of these particular woods, rather; rich with leaf -mold,' scented like a greenhouse. No comservatary could do more. I mounted again. moving complacently off with the amazing violet in my coat. Lookng fascinateclly dawn into the moving lusciousness be- side me, I saw a flash of pink. Could it be? Pink did not belong here. There had never been pink in these woods. 'Babe•," eI called, "here's a colum=- bine!., - "Is it?" said my child,. calmly; yet squirming obligingly round in her sad- dle. "Yes.!" I repeated indignantly. "A pink columbine!" and slid excitedly off. Just leaning• ever the dark leaf - lo -am road, nodding a lovely head, was this single flower.- Any columbine has distinction; and this was not the smaller, wild, scarlet sort with its gold heart, that must live by e gray rock— au•d he beloved by bees --but the rare goldeif"kind, the be tuly of whose min- areted blooiio, and its spired rosinesee, was• not amiss even 'Ilene. And these wvoc•ds • are to any flowea test of r. Al- most mast. a tropic luxuriance, yet held in by 'a lofty, thinairecl, mountain re- serve; their forest -tops .against Medi- terranean blue, interfered with by swelling white ciouta—streaks of which •have come to earth again In the great clumpy .of birches A -slower that can hold its own in this scaring - Dees. this enobante•dness—and the :co•1- umbine did. Foreground --- even a flower-foreground—is unnecessary in such a woods; for one has .already three worlds—ground, a pale -mid-at- mosphere of trunks, then tree -tops and sky. Any one of theee would be enough; yet nearby a gray Well gave a lost touch--topplinxg :along 00 buried in maiden -hair fern- and splotched with orange lioheu that the tumbly old line of it (once the solid mark of a farm -edge) is jiist something to help . the columbine. From some old gar- den blew this seed; somebo,ly,s. be- loved garden that once looked over this wall; or else the seed stuck to the fuzziness of a pollen -loving bee who, forgetting -hie hive and his proper gar- den -flowers in these .:wood chat m;s, carne. seed and all to call on a Wood - violets -and dropped it,: sagely, where 11 grew to bit the st thing in ba j, wood..• -•-Anne Bosworth Green, in "Dipper Hill." Holland's Capital. Tho name of the capital of Holland le preceded by the woad "The" be- cause the Dutch tame has the menet, equivalent of "the"--Der--with the memo Gra•enhage. It means the Count's „ Thirteenth ,centum Bodge. In time y the site of th.e•.p ,en st city' was the hunt -i' ing lodge and grounds .of the counts oi'.' I•Ibiland and wider Count . noels V. (1264.1.296) became the official reeds iconre. ,Under William If. it also he- • carne the site of the supremo, court and the centre of administration. It was not, howeOer, incorporated as 1 lawn until the Nineteenth ssentury, There are about 3,t/G1) persons list. <:d cls. becl eepers i* "the "U.S.