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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Exeter Times-Advocate, 1926-10-7, Page 2ood entled I.,.ir tig to Fresh and delicious. THE POISON BEGIN HERE TO -DAY. .A novelist, seeking nocturnal ad- venture, waits in Grosvenor Square, London. Perceiving a silent figure in White standing motionless against a railing, he investigates. He finds a girl in evening dress and beside her a span, The man declares he is a passer- bywith who wonders what, is wrong 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 hunip from the cab. Calling at the ospital early the following morning the evriter finds the girl conscious. She reproaches him for saving her life. The nurse in charge explains that the girl is recovering but says that my hotel an announcement in "The she has had a very narrow escape eeese from death. The nurse asks the girl Times" to the effect that a. marriage t: give her name and home address. had been arranged between Signor The girl says she is Lady Grace Carlo Scarlati and ... became hys- Tarset of 216 Grosvenor Square and terical and rushed to the door of Ma - that her father is the Marquis of Gos= dame Bordat. r"ryit, She says she has quarreled with She received me with perfect calm, her lover, Carlo Scariati, pianist. The novelist promises to bring Carlo back asking if I wanted a second lesson to the girl. Calling at Scarlati's hotel, the same day? In a few mangled sen- the novelist Learns that the pianist has tences I stated the object of my jour - gone to the Hotel Superbe, Brussels. ney. She listened to me intently. Her He calls at the home of Lady Grace silence frightened me, for it was essen- and is grudgingly admitted to the sick tial to produce her in person; other- room,. ther- room. where Lady Grace is slowly re- :vise Lady Grace would never believe. covering health. Still, I waited, and she began to ask The novelist follows Carlo to Hotel Superbe, Brussels, and begs him to re- questions. turn to his sweetheart. Scarlati says "LOU want me to return to him, to be has been married for several years Monsieur Scarlati?" s„ to Jeanne Darbot w. He ego Jeanne "Yes. You see, you are his -- r nes to itis "A"�sei?� �Q . lis>e pause, iYIa-'� fixed for six weeks, hence, Treasurable eXeitement was et!i riirg in the breast of only one payer in this coritedy. Perhaps, however, Lady Grace was not as happy as she ought to have been at shell, a season. She se•eemed. preoc- cepied. Now and then I found he Oyes . rotting upon with with a peculiar expreeston. When we were alone sbe would occasional:y heave a sigh. Once, she even reuiarled that it would have been bettor if I had ,elet her dire in Grosvenor Square.. "But why?" -I asked. "I1aven't you got your heart's: desire?" "I suppose so," she replied Nothing more wee said, but oui companionship grew more continuous, more intimate, more confidant. This was assisted by the fact that Lady Grace played tennis and golf with fere- ocity, while Scarlati played the piano.. Meanwhile, in spite of letters and tele- grams, Madame Scarlati was making difficulties, suggesting that Scarlati should come to her, It took me some time to realize that the key to her heart, was made of gold; I made Scar- lati promise her 500 pounds on ar- rival; she fixed her journey so as to arrive on the eve of the wedding. My tender friendship with Lady Grace developed day by day. But .I was net prepared fora fact which I put down to natural excitement; on ED GIRL the eve of the wedding Lady Grace burst into tears, and rushed away music mistress in the town. Carried from nine, refusing to speak. This was. away by habit, I went to see her. She just before dinner. But she xeaover- ed, as women do. Later on, as it was a soft night, I -saw her with Scarlati. make for the terrace which overlooks the grounds of Goswyn House. I do not suppose he enjoyed it, since he knew What was going to happen. It was agonizing, but I looked at my watch: only five minutes to go. I went was fine, as Scarlati had said. But her hair was black, and her name, alas, was Madame Bordat. I was in such a state that I took an elementary lesson in harmony and left the town. It was in the train that my anemic fancy began to play with this visit, and that suddenly I saw the implica- tion of the word Bordet. B -o -r -d -a t, otherwise Darbot. Mademoiselle Dar- I meet Madame Scarlati who insisted bot was concealed under the name of on counting the five hundred pounds. Madame Bordat. And as for red hair At last I ushered her up the stairs, or b'saek an �aai�venturer of my ex- then upon the terrace where the couple perienee might have realized that the were standing looking up toward'the tints of women's hair are somewhat moon. fugitive: -I jumped out of the train at "Lady Grace," I murmured, and a wayside station, -waited for four they turned round. hours for the train. to Dreux, found at Jeanne! cried Scarlati. Then, on r peered so Mr Geo ge, 1; ,- r r F• district of Chartres France the land dame Bordet said: "But I don't like' of her birth, to hunt for her. hint." NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY. "No more do I, but since you're married to him, that doesn't :natter." Chartres seems to be full of music "Quite so," said Madame Bordat. mistresses, 1.nd not one of these is Once more she gave herself over to called Darbot. - Inquiries at hotels, meditations which I did not like to postoffice and police station, revealed interrupt. At last they took form. no Darbots of any kind, musical or "How much does my husband earn'?" otherwise. Then I decided to adver- she asked. "It must be something tise, and enlivened the happy periods considerable." of waiting by regular visits to the cathedral; this was the only possible amusement, together with sweet syr- ups in cafes. If I had not received a grateful letter from- Lady Grace, I should have taken to liquor stronger than sweet syrups. My advertisements for music les- sons yielded a number of replies, not one signed Darbot. I realized that Madame Scarlati, presumably revert'- ing to the name of Darbot, might have chosen another city, that Chartres was perhaps not her home town. Thus you will picture eine at Chateaudun, at Chateauneuf, at Cha- teau—I don't know what, raising amazement everywhere by my passion- ate interest in music mistresses. I found some, snore and more of them, Completely demoralized, I began to call on them; some were red-haired, and some were fine. But no Darbotl At last, having spent a month. on this nielancholy quest, writing daily to Lady Grace to keep up my cour- age, I arrived at Dreux, a small town, where the hotel informed me, to ray great relief, that there bias only one Good taste and good health demand sound _teeth and sweet breath. The use of Wrigley's chew ing gum after every meal takes care of this important item: of personal hygiene in a delight. ful, refreshing way—by clue ing the teeth of food particles and by helpingthe digestion. The result Is a sweet breath that shows care for arses self and core sideration for others—both marks of refinement. Ask for " Gala moue' tio- 40---' (s, "Oh, I hardly know. I hear that on his last American tour, he made over fifty thousand dollars in two months." Madame Bordaf got up solemnly, and said: "I wonder if I have been un- just. Perhaps you are right. I will Iet bygones be bygones and return to my husband's arms." Then, as if mov- ed by an afterthought, she said: "You will understand, Monsieur, that T am relying on your word. You tell me that you have a message from my hus- band, but you do not bring even a let- ter from hint. You ask ins to take an expensive journey to England. I think the journey should be paaid.#or." "Oh, of course," I said. "Also," Madame Scarlati went on obstinately, "he ought to send me some money to show that he is_ in earnest. He has treated me very badly. He must show he means this" "How much?" "I don't know. 'P'erhaps 5,000 francs." "I'll wire this minute, and you'll have -the money to -morrow morning." I found myselfstrangely popular in Lord Goswyn's house. Indeed. I found the situation slightly altered. Scarlati called daily and was allowed the so- ciety of Lady Grace, but she seemed to find equal pleasure ht mine. Her atti- tude was touching; by degrees I be- came her familiar friend, to whom, she liked to talk of perils past and joys to come. With Scarlati it was different; he used to take me into corners, ravel his hair, beg me to sayhow long this. was going on, what was going to hap- pen, and when I would produce his wife. I was malicious "enough to re- fuse information. As for the marquis, he was pathetic; he confided to me that his daughter must be crazy, and so persistently asked me whether I couldn't stop it that I became 'suspi- cious, Indeed, one evening, when I had dined there atone, he drank three or four glasses of port, looked upon me benevolently, and remarked: "Ab, if only this hadn't happened! She might have married an Englishman." In other words, my position was un s e loved, I was g and who insisted the girlIupon being grateful; a man to whom X was doing a good turn, and who was most ur'igrateful; a father who was hinting i a iris that I should do something I wanted to do, but could. not. And still 1 dared do ng.thing. The wedding was 4 Scarlati reeled against the coping. a changed note: "Marguerite! what are you doing here?" "What's this?" screamed Lady Grace, as Scarlati reeled against the co ping. Scarlati turned to me savagely: "This is not my wife, It's her sister Marguerite." ., Madame Bordat giggled: "Yes, Car- lo. I don't know where Jeanne is, but I thought I'd get out of you a little of the money you Owe to your, miser- able wife." Lady Grace gave a mufiied cry and fell fainting into my arms. A little later, when she had recovered, I mur- mured: "And now, are you going to kill yourself." "Oh," she murmured, as she clung to my arm: "I'm so happy." "What!" I said. "Have you already forgotten Carlo?" `Don't mention him again," she said, with a shudder. "I was only going through with it because I had given my word." 'I wonder," I asked, "whether you prefer someone else?" She laughed low, and that was all her reply. But, about an hour later, just before we went into the drawing -room, she asked me to tali her thew hole story, which my for Ford fling iotaShook Absorbers; a -tug Contrls and Lubricator, Writerfor particulars. The W. G. A$TLE SALES 00. !iridseburg Ont. .67 74:Pirstele PLAITS OUTSTANDING FEAT- URE OF NEW FROCK. Plaits are the outstanding feature of the newest frocks—whether of one- piece or two—and are represented in a variety of combinations. You are sure to be in the mode of this season with a frock like the one piceured here, which expresses a tailored sunplicity in its slender lines. Note the arrange- ment of plaits in the skirt front— wide boxand narrow side plaits in groups. 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'in some respects it is a. tiresome habit, the habit of accuracy; it seems. to preclude a sense of humor, or at Ieast the faculty for humorous ex- pression; it seems to imply literalness of mind and lack of imagination. The picturesque extravagances and absurd exaggerations that often give color to speech are not the characteristic charm of people who have either a pas- sion for accuracy or the habit of it. If everyone were unfailingly accurate, it would be a much duller world than it is. Nevertheless, the persons who mini- mize the .importence of accuracy are usually not those who get the most satisfaction out 'of life. _ Even though they do not descend to deliberate un- trutbfuln:ess, to willful and conscious misstatement of facts, they fail to win the confidence of persons with whom they are associated; and conscious- ness of one's own brilliancy, if unac- companied by the knowledge that one I did. When I had finished, she looked has the confidence of others, is a bar - up to me with wet eyes, and said: "It ren satisfaction.. Habitual inaccuracy seenis silly, but I wonder if that wo- is simply one of the ways in which man happened to tell you why her sis- laziness expresses itself; and to it ter left Mr, Scarlati?" may be traced a good half of the trou- "Because," I 'said solemnly, "he bre in the world. Many of the mise made a noise eating his soup." (The End.) Mlnard's Liniment for toothache. Ecuador Pensions Teachers.... understandings, botchings, failures, even tragedies, are due to habitual in- e.ceuracy of observation,or of expres- sion, or of memory. Seeking to be accurate in any one of those three respects will help you Teachers who become permanently to gain accuracy in the other two. You disabled after- twenty years' service cannot remember an incident quite ac - in state secondary schools of Ecuador, curately if you did not observe it ac - or who have reached the age of fifty- curately; when such an effort to re- eve may retire with full pay, accord- member proves unsatisfactory, you are ing to recent decree of the provisional likely to have your :eyes and wits government. 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BEST SULFA OF 1678 r, - The fact that tc perfeot copy of the first edition of John Bunyan's "Pi1- grin's Progress" was sold the other day in a London. atretion room for $34.000 draws the attention of the world to one or the roost remarkable books ever written, says a writer iu, Youth's Companion, Like aazother the world's classics, "Don Quixote," it • was written In a jail where the tinker - preacher was confined for hisobstin- ate resistanoe to the ecclesiastical powers that were in England after the leestoratlon. Bunyan wee ,e nian of rather low social position, who had very limited opportunities of educe,- tion, and probably reed little outside the 7:31ble and the religious and . politi- cal tracts of the period. But he had three great qualities 'to lead him to literary success --a vivid and sensitive imagination, a burning, passionate n- terest in the things of which he 'wrote, and an unpretentious, unaffected, use of the hourelY, vigorous vernacular of his tirno. "Pilgrim's Progress" was a tremend- ous success from the very first. With. in a year two editions were published. Before a decade bad passed at least one hundred thousand copies had been sold, When we consider what was the population of England and Scotland in the seventeenth century, and what was the proportion of the people wlxo could read or -who could afford to buy books, that is the equivalent .of a sale of a million copies to -day. How many n in the s have been sold tvPo centuries and a half since then we dare not guess. The book has -been translated into a snore of languages, and probably, it the figures were known, it would be found to be one of the best sellersef 1326, as it was by far the best seller of 1678. An -author who aohieved such a smashing success to -day would be made independently wealthy. Bunyon got a few pounds for his book and was satisfle. Not money, but the saving of souls, was his ob- ject. There is no question that "Pilgrim's Progress" is the greatest allegory ever written. Not only that but the next greatest, "The Holy War," was also the work of Bunyan. Few books writ- ten by the hand oi; man have ever de- lighted, moved and influenced. for good so many human beings. Few are so distinguished for '.the directness, vi- tality and austere dignity of their lit- erary iterary style. And yet the author was only a poor, half-educated, persecuted tinker turned pr'eac'her.- If any man since the death of Christ has been In- spired from above to write in a way heyotid what his natural gifts would lead us to' expect, John Bunyan was that man. : - There are on'l`y five perfect copes of the first edition of "Pilgrim's Pro- gress" known to be in existence. What would John Bunyan think if he kue that one of those little books had 80I for $34,000? His vanity, if he had any, would be gratified, perhaps, but he would be much more happy to know that to -day, thousands of men and women were still reading his book and finding in it pleasure, inspiration and guldanoe toward the Christiau life. --r Transplanted Ferns. Fine forest race• Of flowers, unblossom.ing, Strong your loyalty, In friendship, true; For choice of habitat, You claim far brookside haunts, Massed banks, or forest pajths, Where, remote, you grew; 'leaning your ,patterned' lace Along a slope, a vale, Or with the gray and friendly lichens, O]r a bed of stone, Watching your loved pines trace Their shadows 'with your own: There were you gathering From dim sequestered depths The cool green silence of the woods The incense of the twilight glades The tranquil living Of the lifted trees That each of your exquisite leaves, Is symboling. 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