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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Exeter Times-Advocate, 1926-9-30, Page 2p. r 'fest it Your, Q! GREEN TE. Write• Salada, Toronto, for free sarapl THE POISONED GIRL BEGIN HERE TO -DAY, A novelist, seeking nocturnal ad- venture, dventure, waits in Grosvenor Square, London. Perceiving a silent :figure in White standing motionless against a raising, he investigates. He finds a girl in evening dress and beside her a man. The man declares he is a passer- by who wonders what is wrong with. the girl. To every advance made by the two men the girl replies, "Go away." Fin- ally she says she has taken poison and wants to die. The novelist asks the strange man to hail a taxi to take the girl to Middlesex Hospital. On the way to the hospital the girl fights to hump from the cab. Calling at the ospital early the following morning the writer finds the girl conscious. She reproaches him for saving her life. The nurse in charge explains that the girl is recovering but says that she has had a very narrow escape from death. The nurse asks the girl to ewe her name and home address. The girl says she is. Lady Grace Tarset of 216 Grosvenor Square and that her father is the Marquis of Gos- wyn, She says she has quarre-ed with her lover, Carlo Scarlati, pianist. The novelist promises to bring Carlo back to the girl. Calling, at Scarlati's hotel, the novelist learns that the pianist has gone to the Hotel Superbe, Brussels.. He calls at the home of Lady Grace and is grudgingly admitted to the sick room, where Lady Grace is slowly re- covering health NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY. In the morning, she hart Iced an interval of lucidity, for now she was again rather comatose. She did not at first seern to recognize me; though I pressed a lax hand and reminded her of the incidents of the night. It was only when I pronounced the name of Scarlati that she revived: "Oh,where is he?" she asked. "Where ... yes, I remember you now, where is he?" "He's in Brussels. I'm going to him to -night." "Oh, you must bring hi'm back. I shale die if you don't." I did not reply for a moment. She affected me now more than she had done before; it was not .only her ex- travagant beauty, but her limpness, her weakness,,{her complete forlorn- ness. Again I had to keep down the impulse that had come in the cab, to take her into my arms, console her, wean her away from this absurd in- fatuation. But it would have been no use; her heart was as surely given to the faithless one as Titania's to Bot- tom the weaver. So, after a while, I heft her. . She laid upon •me • a thrall by saying:. "'If he doesn't come back soon I'll have to try again." Thus, next morning, just after nine, so as to be sure to catch him, I pre- sented myself at the Hotel Superbe. Yes, Mr. Scarlati was in, but would see nobody. This cast me twenty francs, given to the porter. The valet confirmed that Mr. Scarlets would see nobody. This cost me a hundred francs. The situation was so humor- ous that I wondered whether Scarlati- would charge me a thousand francs. In fact the solution was simpler, for the valet came back to say that his master would net see me; thereupon, being, as I have said before, six foot two in height, I informed hint that I would knock his head off if he annoy- ed ore, and walked into a bedroom. where Scarlati was having his break- fast. "What the °..?" began the musi- cian. "I apologize for disturbing, you," I said, closing the door and sitting down, "I don't want your apologies," said Scarlati, in good English, but with a foreign accent. "I only want, you to leave the room." "Impossible. I have a message for you from Lady. Grace Tarset." He gazed at me in horror, and meanwhile I surveyed him. He was not at all repulsive; he wore his hair very long and he had one of those romantic mustaches, but he die not look too Itallian, His hair was black, but reasonably beeck; also, he had certain- ly shaved close and had a bath. "Lady Grace!" he said in -a trembl- ing voice. - "Yes, I suppose you don't know that the night before last she tried to com- mit suicide." "Suicide!" he cried, jumping up. "Oh, my little white. flower! Is she dead?" I felt a little sorry for him, for he looked genuinely horrified: "No, fortunately she was prevented, and I think she isnow out of danger. But it is not your fault .she lives, Mr. "Suicide!" he cried, jumping up: Scarlati. Your conduct to her has been abominable." "I know, I know," cried the musi- cian, piteously, "but I couldn't help it" "Nonsense; Lady' Grace has told me the circumstances. It seems you had a quarrel, and that thereupon you bolted, breaking off the engagement. —. I don't blame you for breaking it off, if you didn't care for her, which seems absurd; but you should have ended the relationship gently, slowly. You have acted in a brutal manner. There is only one thing to be done." "What do you want me to do?" "I want you to come, back with me to London by the night train, go to her to -morrow and .." I gulped, "renew the engagement." "1 can't." =t^ "You must. You don't seem to , understand, Mr. Scarlati; she's set her heart on it, and if you don't come back 1 think she'll try again. That time she'll kill herself." The musician tramped about the Run ¢ room, clasping his hands over his bead. "Oh, what an I to do? What Get am I todo?" be moaned. "I can't do it?" some "Why not?". There was a long pause. Then Scar- let muttered: "I'm married already." "What I" I shouted. "You . , curl" and in my anger stepped t,;-1 ward hirm, so that he ran eo the end satisfies tll!e c es$re 1-r of the roonn, interposing st table be- ,things in their ehiidis'hness. Besides, tresses` in the directory, where not a whet did it wettest? For a moment I einglo Darbot .fie tired., ,t;haught over this apparently hopeless I spent several days in Chartres, ' situatioxi At last I made up my* mind .irlleasstetly engaged in going';througli • "Look here, Kr, Scerlati, I don't want every street of that little city, 'looking to use any herd steads aboet this, out for brass plates. you've behaved disgracefeley, but let (To be continued.) us see if .something can be done to l se save the girl, you have deceived. So, Overtelkiing the Seasons. far asIeat see, the thing todoisto' . It, like mo ' you are more interested in seting thews happen .than in 'see- ing. them vslien they have happened, "It is. the only way. Where as you will snot be such an advocate of Summer tire or other, any other, sea - your wife?" sons. For Summer is. the one time of "I don't know, She :-eft me Ave hap - years age." pens proofreads nothing about the mid pons o "You've never heard from her?"outdoors.doois, From c " die of May --L. speak of the south "Still, she's got to b found. Tell Parts --to the middle of September, na- me something about her." • "Oh, I will help you, I will hemi you," cried Sca.riati, with a theatrical; gesture, "If I only can, if only a life of remorse- . , .," r • "Hang your remorse. Tell me about. your wife:" "I married her just about ten years ago.; her name was then Joanne Dar - bot. She is French." "Where did you marry leer, and on what date?" , "In Paris, ten year ago, on the ninth of July." "And that's. ail you know?" "Yea. I'm awfully sorry, but that is,ail. My wife when I married her,' was living at Chartres, in France: She taught- the piano and harmony, She, helped me a little, then. She left pie, well, there were private reasons; we quarreled and she went away." "Did you look for heel!'"I thought of doing so. She was a tittle older than I am, but she had red hair." He snapped" his fingers-. with admiration. "And she was a fine wo- man." "I suppose you'd take her 'back if I could find her." "Oh, well," said Scarlati, senti- mentally, "forgive and forget, as you say in England. Perhaps we might spend the end of our lives by our fire- side, and see the years roll by ..." "Never mind the years. Can you tell me anything more?" "I fear not," "All right. I'm going to find your wife and bring her bask to: you. Mean- while, you're going to London to- night; you're going to Lady Grace, saying it was 'a':1 a mistake, -and re- new the engagement." face her with the• fact, so that. She may`hnte and •despise you." "Much obliged," said Stag:ate ' No. ture sits' with her hands in her lap anti a pleasantly tired face, 'Theile, my children, she says, I have done my job, I hope you, will like it. 1VIost of us, 1 owe, do like it very meek, and signify the same in the usual manner by vigoroxxza ,ball exercise and liquid refreshment, much of It of an explo- sive and delusive kind, When the Summer is over, somewhere round- about elichaelxuas day, Nature mile up her sleeves and begins again. pro- perry ,speaking, 'there are only two seasons -Spring and Summer. The people therefore who, like me, prefer, the spring to the summer, have more time in which to exhibit or dissemble their love. The people who like evei•ythieg are the people to envy, Children, for ex- ample, love the Winter jurit as much as the Summer: They whistle as they jump their feet, or flack their arms across their bodies; and whistling is one of the sure signs of conteneed youth. I remember that we used to think it rare sport to find the sponge a solid globe of ice, or to be able to get off cleaning our teeth on the ground that the'tooth waterwas fro- zen in the bottle, I don't believe I ever had cold feet in bed, and am sure that if I did I had something -much more excitingto think about:Thare might be skating to -morrow, or we could finish the snow -pian, or go' 'to-, bagganing with 'the tea-tray; or it was Christmas; or wewere going to, the Pantomime, All seasons were alike tp us; each had its delights. That of glimmer, undoubtedly, was going to'the seaside. We always had a month of that, and then a month in some country place or other which my father did not know. That was done (But the marquis?"for his sake, because the seaside bored "Will make no difficulties. Hes him so much that even his children much too frightened that she'll try to noticed it. It 'was nothing- to us of kill herself." course, as we_ lived in the country, -and • "But how •is• it to end?" wailed did not, as he did, poor man, spend Scarlati. most days of the year in London; but "It wilesen..d either when I find your equally of course we weren't bored. wife or when Lady Grace gets tired s _- No, it was always interesting to of you. I've every hope that she wJl." live in some one else's house, learn "I won't go,"' 'screarned Scarlati; something of their ways, chance upon offended, • a family photograph, or _a discarded "Then she e will kill herself, and her ,toy . . . of to read their books and blood will be on your head. I will guess" what bits aces had liked -any. make the facts known everywhere.' little things •.like teal.. . A t the Scar•ati coyly twisted his mustache, .same time,: I don't ,know where else I could see that he liked the ideathat one could be in August, except :at the a daughter of a marquis might com- seaside.—Maurice Hewlett, in "Last mit suicide for love of him. So I added Essays." in ari -amiable tone: "Also I will horse- whip you daily until you go," "What time is the train?" asked Scarlati. V. F,ce the �de,�, tie Eaiest Ritieo takes the hard work out of washday. *With Rinse you just �. uef soak the. clothes for a coupleof hours, or overnight, rinse and hang out. No more cutting up of soap and smearing over the clothes. No more rubbing: Rinse the clothes clean with R-N•SO. teeoge The New Kind MADE 13t THE of Soap MAKERS OF LUX. M Peonies, At times they make me think Of toy balloons Swaying so gently In the summer breeze: When they shake out their Lovely fluted petals After the sun has -coaxed Persistently , They make me think. Of portly, beruffled ladies • Gowned for -some great event. But in the early morning, When the starry dew .GlingS to their sparkling petals They open wide the gates - Of wonderland, I wander, then, s In a gay world Of radiant, flahming color Soft, rosy pini; . Deep, glowing` red, and' ;creamy, ivory white A fragrant fairy country Rich in the lavish •beauty Of.peonfes in bloom! —Meaner G. R. Young. Queen of Flowers. If asked to namethe queen of flow era, the average person would prob; ably vote for.. the rose. The:botanist, however, would do no such thing. To the botch ist the stamens"'.and I pistils are the real flower. The petals are only the fiowef's clothes, and the make-up of the, rose and all her family peewee ; an early stage in flower de - 1 velopment. 1 ` . The real queen of the The flowers isthe daisy.- In the daisy the botanist ,finds the stages of development of all the other fiovfers in the seedsman's catalogue. There are about 250 flow- " ers or 'florets . on each daisy. Even 1 the white or pink -tipped rays are not petals, but whole flowers,. and the yet• low boss of the' shield consists of many other perfect little flowers, each making, seed. Colorful Linoleum Relieves Dullness of Plain Floors. Den't.stop at bare floors and rugs. And now I had to find on the Euro- Make your floors beautiful to look at peon Continent an entirely unknown, as well as sanitary antieeasy to clean. music mistress of whom all I knew Inlaid linoleum is even easier to clean was that she was French, maiden than hardwood and has far more dee- naine Jeanne Darbot, aged about orative value. Some, 1lnoleutn has so forty, red-haired, and a fine woman.much character and.indiv(duality that There were probably lots of Darbots; rooms "need only carry -up and reflect. as for the other detailega� Europe simply, its high notes to complete the decors- hammed with them. It wale not until tine scheme, the evening that it struck me that rind these fiooKO are surprisingly Madame Scarlati, being French, could inexpensive, considering that, -they have fled only to France. Born in the never ,,require expensive reflnishfrigI provinces, she would return to. her and cleaning and they wear and wear birthplace. The homing .instinct of and wear. Best of all, they retain. the the French recalls that of the pigeon.quiet foot comfort; age..dignity of: 'old Madame Scar'must be in France; fashioned carpet:floors. •ati lotion of forty millions I could con- The pear. is the only precious stone , fine my researches to the district of which does not requil a any treatment- fortunately, reatment fortunately, since France has a popu Chartres. I left by the afternoon to bring out its beauty, train for Paris, spent just enough' time there to look up the 'music mis- Minard's Liniment for toothache. tweet us. "Married?." I repeated. sweets, helps xii.ake strong ."Weil, here's a pretty situates' ! 'flow healthy tenth, removes' can T go inck and tall her that? But, �rok here, howl dares! you start a love particles of `food Trona. alfa%r with her if you were already 'teeth crevices' at ttl' yid» married?" • t I coma nt Deep A, whined «Scar - di g e ort. So it is . a . lati, "It wasn't I Who started it" wonderful helpto htealt�f. : If you •dare to suggest that Lady • Grace ran after you,' I reptaed, "I'll cm? ,r _ did t rel: end 1 is ou. IIo net Py, ..r r these -.�for vo i r>�s lar do ...IS..,tf� Ne e9 -J26. :felt a feed, r uz The Poor Nut. . "Hee hard -shelled, 'talks with 'a burr, got almond eyes"— "Oh, quit talking about the poor *nut!" FOOTBALL TEAM TAKES. TO FARMING These. husky Scottish boys are already establiehacl In Canada, and are seeking their fortunes in Canadian agiietatural fields. They sailed on the Canadian Pacific liner Montclare some time: ago from ' Glasgow uncles- the direction of Dr. G. C. Coe.sar, well knownauthority on boy emigration, who is seen .at the -right of the photograph. There were 23 in all and eleven of them, here photographed, constitute Dr, Ccsear's Footbel•l Eleven, willing to Otte -any juvenile assleciation.iri Canada. But football is only a secondary consideration with these boys, for theyarrived in Canada inspired with proepe,ets for a bright agricultural future In this Dominion, Where these lads got their buttonhole flowers is ,suit a mystery, but it was reported that there weee a number of 'verb charming young laclieu on beard the lido itelore. A FROCK EXPRESSING SMART SIMPLICITY IN EVERY DETAIL. Nothing is mare charmingly created to' soften the ; severity of a straight- line dress than the cascade , jabot as used on this model, and whichfalls from beneath a well -fitting collar. Shirr n 's at the shoulders are Ind - cative of the newer mode, and a finery plaited skirt' front' lends a youthful swing. The back is in one-piece, and the introduction of a narrow belt is another feature of the mode. No. 1422. is for misses and small women and is in sizes 16, 18 and 20 years. Size 113 (36 bust) requires 4% yards 39 -inch. figured material; 14 yard plain con- trasting. 20 cents. Our Fashion Book, illustrating the newest -and most practical styles, will be of interest to every home dress- maker. Price' of the book 10 cents the copy. HOW TO ORDER PATTERNS. "Isn't it strange how some people try to get along with n+o hous+ehol+d equipment at all?" remarked Juggiee. "Why, those new neighbors of mine haven't a lawn rieower, a hose, a step- ladder, a saw, or any new books" "How do you know they haven't?" asked Hobson. "Why, the day after they moved in I tried to borrow these things," moth ;"7-. 1 Wife. -"Thera was a poor woman hero today ratter olid 'seethes for her family," Husband -•-"Diad you give her any?" "'Yes, 1 gave her that 10year-old suit of ,yours and that dress,'I bou'gha. bast week,,n Write your name and address plain- ly, giving number and size of such patterns as you want. Ete!ose'20c• in stamps or coin 'Nein preferred; wrap it carefully) for each number and address your order -to Patten Dept., Wilson Publishing Co., 73'• West Ade- laide St, Toronto. Patterns sent by return, mail. - . Minar+d's :Liniment for bruises, How He "Knew. • THE aSHAKE MARE WAY Now lot us see what ° Shakespearri'$ characteristic contributions" to the theatre lieu bean; There were the � obvious ones; and some not yet Dere haps' quite' so obvious. For there: are two 'sides to Shakespeare the play. wright, as there are to most arti.ts, , and to most men brought into relatio a with th•e public and its appetite ('Which. flatterers call its taste). There was the oomplaisalit side and the daemonic. side. His audience deinanded eecitizg stories, ' Hd. alas no `great hand at in-. vb'ting a:story, but he borrowed tire hest: They asked for heroic verse. He could do this with anyone, and he did. I always fancy that the immoderate length of Richard III. is :clue. to the sheer exuberance of the young man put on, his mettle to claim the inherit- ance of . Marlowe's mighty line. Euphuism,has its vogue still. He 'could play upon that pipe too very prettily; and Love's Labor Lost is as mxfeh homage as satire. But from the very beginning, signs of the dae.'nonic Shakespeare can bo seen, the genus bent on having his own way; of the Shakespeare to whom the -idea is more than the thing, who cares much for character and little for plot, wo cannot indeed teeth the stagiest figure of fun without eonsiderlug it as a human be- ing . .whether it suits Shakespeare, the popular play -provider, to do so or ' not, And' sometimes it does not. - The Touch of Dignity. Look into Love's Labour's Lost. The Ideas behind the story are exiguous enough, but it is in these that the play dramatically survives. We laugh: the play through at the ridiculous Armado; no mockery, not the crudest sort of banter is'spared'him. But at the end, with one touch of queer dignity, Shakespeare and he make. the fine gentleman of the play, .who sae mir- rors of the fine gentlemen in the audi- ence, look pretty small. Cbnsitter;Sir Nathaniel, the country curate, Mr. Penley in the Private Secretary was no greater -scandal to ..the dignity of the Church "(though Mr. ,P•enlsy was too good a comedian: not to keep a lit- tle dignity in hand) than is .Sir Nathan- lel attempting to enact Alexander the Great., But, when"he has been laughed offthe mimic stage, 'liear•• Goa te d's apology for him to„ :the smart Loudon • ladies ..and gentlemen, . his inimio audience: ' • There, audience:, shelf please you; a fool- ish mild man; an honest man look you, and soon dashed! " He is a'<iiarvellous good neighbour, faith, and a very good bowler; but for Alisauder--alas, you see tow 'tis, a little o'er parted. That toes not belong to the plot or the fun -making achene. Nor is it a` r thing you learn how to do by follow ing any #aahion or going to any school 61 play -writing, to -day's or yes-' ,' . J' terday's. But here already, in 1591, his age twenty-five, is the true Shake- speare, having his way. Fifty words (not so many) turn Sir Nathaniel 'the' Curate (and Costard too) from a stage puppet to a human being, and send you away from the theatre, not only know- ing the man, having, as we say, "an 'idea" of the man, bet liking him while you laugh at him, and feeling, more- over, a little kindlier tow,ards the next man you meet in the, street who re- minds tiou. I him. This is We Shafte- speare' who was finally to people, not his little theatre only, but the whole in- tellectual world for the next three htie- dred years with figures of his imaging ing. -- Harley Granville -Barker, 'in "Front Henry V. to I•Iaiuldt.‘" Born Mothers, Yoa, find thein in all . wales of lite, but tb'ere are more lowly folk -than highborn folk who are 'endowed with the mothering instinct. Perhaps they- have-more hey-have•more time, or perhaps hardship has sha1pened their peroeption8' and widened their simpa.thiee,' Manyof them aren't :married, let alone mothers, but they go around the world "mothering" those who appear to need, it. Their: have a `way sof say- ing and doing' things when people ate tired or illwhich is always just righ.t.. They have the oldest lullabies in the world, all the fairy stories that were ever written; can invent` games, tell fortunes, aaid some of them even seem to b.e'able to ture broken. hearts.• Elder sisters sand girls :whop have shouldered • responsibilities at ,school or early in life usually to their share of mothering., Indeed :in large fainilies "real" inathe+re semi' almost to expect their eldestgime to -share: e then dos mastic trials and tribulations. Many inaiden aurite are far more motherly and do more mothering than the• mothers of the ]•ittle' nieces and nephews they epode. °What a' pity, eteryonesays that these warner.' never marriel and i bell children of their own, Yet in such : circ•ursetanees , tl•eir devotion wetted surely have heo nxia -pore selfish arid more intease stee, 'ilea instinct to !Mother anet'htlig or•,anybody must be entirely" selfless and disinterested. Sueh devotiern is e boundless and very beatu�tifiti thing, for it, embraces the wiiolb w�orld. Totto N.To HACRptiesSlho AOAp5Mv M,,,IO mIn` , Op ng, 1 vt Il Yd, Loan(, J ,Y151op' 15+446.414 wnw fl,, , 7ofONTo ONT. ...Nine Opportunities, . Teacher -•-•"What would happen if you .broke'one' of the tear comieen•d- ments?" Johnny, --"There would be nine lett." • ToixPp ' olish ce e.r brass, or zinc, use y,i vids gals and salt. Apply wits+ a soft cloth, and' polish With a dry woollen .-,loth.