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HomeMy WebLinkAboutExeter Times, 1915-8-26, Page 611 OLDEN KEY Cr "The Adventures of f,e4j rd." the Author of "What He Cost Her," CHAPTER VII,-•-••(Cant'd). The young mail raised his head, ,once more the pink spot was burning. Yet how hard to be dignified-withtale man from 'whom comes ones daily Thread.` "You are mistaken, sir," he said. "I am quite happy and quite satisfied." Scarlett Trent laughed scornfully, "Then you don't look it," he ex- claimed. "I may not, sir," the young man continued; with a desperate courage, "but I am. After all happiness is spelt with different letters for all of us; You have denied yourself—work- ed- ourself work- ed- hard, carried many burdens and run great risks to become a million- aire. I too have denied myself, have, worked and struggled to make a home for the girl I cared for. You have succeeded and you are happy, I, can hold Edith's ---I beg your pardon. my wife's hand in mine and I am hap • - py. I have no ambition to be a mil- lionaire. I was ver;,, ambitious to win my wife." Scarlett Trent looked at him for a moment open-mouthed and open- eyed. Then he laughed outright and a chill load fell from the heart of the man who for a moment had forgotten himself. The laugh was scornful per- haps, but it was not angry. "Well, you've shut me up," he de- clared. "You seem a poor sort of a armature to me but if you're content it's no business of mine. Here, buy yourself an overcoat, and drink a glass Df wine, I'm off !" He rose from his seat and threw e, bank -note over the table. The clerk epened it and handed it back with a little start. "I am much obliged to you, sir," he said humbly, "but you have made a !mistake. This note is for fifty pounds°' Trent glanced at it and held out his hand. Then he paused. "Never mind," he said, with a short laugh, "I meant to give you a fiver, but it don't make much odds. Only, see that you buy some new clothes." The clerk half closed his eyes and steadied himself by grasping the back of a chair. There was a lump in his throat in earnest now. "You you mean it, sir ?" he gasp- ' ed. "I—I'm afraid I can't thank you!" "Don't try, unless you want me to take it back," Trent said, strolling to ! the side board. "Lord, how those City; chaps can guzzle! Not a drop of! champagne left. Two unopened bot-, ties, though! Here, stick 'em in your' bag and take 'em to the missis, young man. I paid for the Iot, so there's no use leaving any. Now clear out as quick as you can. I'm off!" "You will allow me, sir—" Scarlet Trent closed the door with a slain and disappeared. The young man passed hinta few moments later as he stood on the steps of the hotel lighting a cigar. He paused again, intent on stalnmeriug out some words of thanks. Trent turned his back upon Kinn coldly. CHAPTER VIIL Trent, ou leaving the hotel, turned for almost the first time in his life westwards. For years the narrow al- ley% the thronged streets, the great buildings of the city had known him day by day, almost hour by hour, Its roar and clamor, the strife of tongues and keen measuring of wits had been the salt of his life. Steadily, sturdily, almost insolently, he hacl thrust his way through to the front ranks. In many respects those were singular and unusual elements which had gone to the making of his success. His had not been the victory of honied false- hoods, of suave deceit, of gentle but legalized robbery. He had been a hard worker, a daring speculator with nerves of iron, and courage which would have glorified a nobler cause. Nor had his been the methods of good fellowship, the sharing of "good turns," the camaraderie of finance. The amen with whom he had had large dealings he had treated as enemies rather than friends, ever watching them covertly with close but unslack- ening vigilance. And now, for the present at any rate, it was all over. ere had come a pause in his life. His gar Horne Jam- •R ers This hint may Save your Jaren ! No matter how fresh your berries, nor how thoroughly the jarn is cooked, nor how clean the jars are, preserves are absolutely sure to spoil If the sugar used contains organic, matter,—impurities--and many sugars do— Home jam makers should profit by the experience of others and insist on being supplied with efeA.4-. Extra Granulated Sugar which .has always, and for many years, given satisfaction. It tests over 99.99 per cent pure and is refined exal'it- sively from cane sugar.- 9uy in refinery sealed packages to avoid mistakes and assure absolute cleanliness an d correct weights --21b. and 5 Ib. cartons; t0 20, 25 and 100 Ib, bags, and yourelioiceofthree sizes of grain; fine, medium; crcoarse, —Any pad dealer can fill your order. AT, LAWRENCE SUGAR REFINERIES, LIMITED, Meatreal. 4:tgVhe A Canadian Nurse in London t CANADIAN Red Cross Nurse soiling flags in the street in..London, England, on the day recently celebrated an French Flag Day. --- an back was to the City and his face was the fruits of his victory? A puny, I set towards an unknown world. Half miserable little creature like Dicken- unconsciously he had undertaken a lit- son could prate of happiness and turn tle voyage of exploration. a shining face to the future—Dicken From the Strand he crossed Trafal-, son, who lived upon a pittance, who' gar Square into Pall Mall, and up the depended upon the whim of his em - Haymarket into Piccadilly. He was plover, and who confessed to a:nbi- very soon aware that he had wandered ; -tions which were surely pitiable.. into a world whose ways were not his j Trent lit a fresh cigar and smiled; I ways, and with whom he had no knee things would surely come right with ; ship. Yet he set himself sedulously ! him—they must. What Dickenson to observe them, conscious that what ` could gain was surely his by right a he saw represented e very Iarge side thousand times over. of life. From the first he was aware; He took the train for Walton, of a certain difference in himself and travelling first-class, and was treat - his ways. The careless glance of a ed with much deference by the of - lounger on the pavement at Pall' ficials on the line. As he alighted and Mall filled him with a sudden anger.: passed through the booking -hall into The man was wearing gloves, an { the station -yard a voice hailed him. article of dress which Trent ignored, ; He looked up sharply, A carriage , and smoking a cigarette, which hej and pair of horses was waiting, and' loathed. Trent was carelessly dress-; inside a young woman with a very ed in a tweed suit and red tie; his', smart hat and a profusion of yellow critic wore a silk hat and frock coat, hair. patent leather boots, and a dark tie, «Come on, GeneraI," she cried. of invisible pattern. Yet Trent : °'I've done a skip and driven down to knew that he was a type of that class meet you. Such jokes when they miss which would look upon hint as an out me The old lady will be as sick as sider, and a black sheep, until he hade they make 'em. Can't we have a bought his standing.They would drive round for an hour, ell?" expect him to conform to their type, Her voice was hitched and to learn to speak their jargon, to think=high-pitched fth their puny brains and to see penetrating. Listening to it Trent with their short-sighted eyes. At the' unconsciously compared it with the "Criterion" he turned in and had a I voices of the women of that other drink, and, bolder for the wine which; world into which he had wandered he had swallowed at a gulp, he told; earlier in the afternoon. He turned a himself that he would do nothing of frowning face towards her. the sort. He would not alter a jot. ! "You might have spared yourself They must take him as he was or the trouble," he said shortly. I leave him. He suffered his thoughts didn't order a- carriage to meet me to dwell for a moment upon his and I don't want one. I am going to wealth, on the years which had gone walk home." to the winning of it, on a certain! She tossed her head. ,„ nameless day, the memory of which "What a beastly temper you're in even now sent sometimes the blood' she remarked. "I'm not particular running colder through his veins, on; about driving. Do you want to walk the weaker men who had gone under alone?"do!" that he might prosper. Now that it "Exactly!" he answered, �: I do was his, he wanted the best possible; She leaned back in the carriage with value for it: it was the natural desire heightened color. of the man to be uppermost in the' "Well, there's one thing about me," bargain. The delights of the world, she said acidly. "I never go where I behind, it seemed to him that he had , ain't wanted." already drained. The crushing of his. Trent shrugged his shoulders and rivals, the homage of his less success-' turned to the coachman. « ful competitors,. the grosser pleas-! "Drive home, Gregg, he said. "I'm ares of wine, the music -halls, and the walking. unlimited spending of money amongst! The man touched his hat, the car - people whom he despised had long' riage drove off and Trent, with a grim since palled upon hfm. He had a,keen, I smile upon his lips, walked along the strong desire to escape once and fort dusty road. Soon he paused before ever from his surroundings. He a little white gate marked private, lounged along, smoking a large cigar, l and, unlocking it with a key which he keenyed and observant, laying up took from his pocket, passed through for himself a store of impressions, a little plantation into a large park - unconsciously irritated at every step like field. He took off his hat and by a sense of ostracism, of being in fanned himself thoughtfully as he some indefinable manner without kin- walked. The one taste which his ship and wholly apart from this world long and absorbing struggle with the in which it seemed natural now that giants of Capel Court had never weak - he should find some place. He gazed ened was his love for the country. He at the great houses without respect lifted his head to taste the breeze or envy, at the men with a fierce con- which came sweeping across from the tempt, at the women with a sore feel- Surrey Downs, keenly relishing the ing that if by chance he should be fragrance of the new -mown hay and brought into contact with any of them the faint odor of pines from the dis- they would regard him as a sort of tent dark -crested hill. As he came wild animal, to be humored or avoided up the field towards the house he purely as a natter of self-interest. looked with pleasure at the great bed' The very brightness and brilliancy of of gorgeous -colored rhododendrons their toilettes, the rustling of their which bordered his lawn, the dark re- dresses, the trim elegance and dainti- dars which drooped over the smooth ness which he was able to appreciate shaven grass, and the faint flush of j without being able to understand; only color from the rose -gardens beyond. served to deepen his consciousness of The house itself was small, but plc-' the gulf which lay between him and turesque. It was a grey stone build-; them. They. were of a world to which, ing of two stories only, and from even if we were permitted to enter it, where he seemed was completely ern - he could not possibly belong. He re- bowered in flowers and creepers. In' turned such glances as fell upon him a way, he thought he would be sorry with fierce insolence; he was indeed to leave it. It had been a pleasant somewhat of a strange figure in his summer -house for him, although, of ill-fitting and inappropriate clothes course, it was no fit dwelling -house amongst a gathering of smart pee- for a millionaire. He must look out any woman likely to have become his unbidden guest. He knew at once that' she was one of that class with whom' he had never had any association. She' was the first lady whom he had ever addressed, and he could have bitten! out his tongue when he remembered, the form of his doing so. "I beg your pardon, miss," he paid confusedly, "my mistake! You see,' your back was turned to me." She nodded and smiled graciously. "If you are Mr. Scarlett Trent," she said, "it is I who should apologise, for I am a flagrant trespasser. You must let me explain." pie. A lady looking at him through for something at once now a country raised lorgnettes turned and whisper- house and estate. All these things ed something with a smile to her tom- would crime as a matter of course. panion—once beforehe had heard an He opened another gate and passed audible titter from a little groupof into an inner plantation of pixies and shrubs which bordered the grounds. A winding path led through it,and, corning round a bend, he stoppeshort with a little exclamation. A girl was standing with her back to him rapidly sketching upon a little block which she had in her left hand. "Hullo!" he remarked, "another guest! and who brought you down, young lady, eh?" She turned slowly round and look- ed in colds irurise Trent ed at hire sprurise. at once that he had made a mis- take. She was plainly dressed in white linen and a cool muslin blouse, but there was something about her, unmistakably even to Trent, which placed her very ;al' al:ai t indeed from loiterers. Ile returned the glance with a lightning -like look of diabolical fierceness, and, turning round, stood upon the curbstone and called a han- Soni. A sense of depression swept over him as he was driven through the crowded streets towards Waterloo. The half -scornful, half -earnest, pro- phecy, to which he had listened years ago in a squalid African hut, flashed into his mind. For the first time he began to have dim apprehensions as to his future. All his life he had been a toiler, and joy' had been with him in the fierce combat which he had waged that day. He had fought his battle and he lead won --where were RUSHER 01.0 0 C EY (ON me yrs B22 is electrically weighed hermetically sealed and dispatched to your table fresh with all the fragrant odors of the Sunny lisle. Sample from Salada, Toronto. CHAPTER IX. • The girl had moved a step towards him as she spoke, and a gleam of sun-, light which had found its way into; the grove flashed for a moment on the stray little curls of her brown -gold, hair and across her face. Her lips , were parted in a delightful smile; she was very pretty, and inclined to be apologetic. But Scarlett Trent had seen nothing save that first glance,' when the sun had touched her face with fire. A strong: roan at all times, and more than commonly self -master- ful he felt himself now as helpless as a• child. A sudden pallor had whiten ed his face to the lips, there were strange singings in his ears, and a I 'mist before his eyes. It was she! There was no- possibility of any mis- take. It was the girl for whose pic- ture he had gambled in the hut at Bekwando—Monty's baby -girl, of whom he had babbled even in death. He leaned against a tree, stricken dumb, and she was frightened. "You are ill," she cried. "I'm so sorry. Let me run to the house and fetch some one!" II He had strength enough to stop her. A few deep breaths and he was him- self again, shaken and with a heart beating like a steam engine, but at least able to talk intelligently. (To be continued.) COALING WARSHIPS AT SEA. Collier and War Vessel Do It Sailing Twelve l4liles an Hour. How the British vessels of war are coaled, while .sailing through heavy. seas at a rate of twelve miles an hour,' without hindering their activities in any way, is told in the Manchester Guardian. A collier, packed to the hatches with coal, gets into touch by wireless'•. with a battleship whose bunkers need to be replenished. On sighting the vessel, the supply ship manoeuvres un- til it is within four hundred feet of the battleship. The collier then dis- patches a small boat that carries two cables; one end of each is attached to the masthead of the supply vessel. The lines pay out as the boat ad- vances, and when it reaches the war- ship the sailors fasten the cables to the stern of the ship on the port and starboard sides. The two ships, therefore, travel in a straight line fastened together, while from the mast of the collier to thedeck of the warship stretches a transport cable for carrying coal bags. Sacks of coal that weigh a ton are hoisted from the foot of the col- lier's mast to a platform at its head,' below which there is a net to protect deck hands from falling pieces of coal: By means of wheels that run on the cable, automatic winches force the , load along the sloping transport line. at a rate of three thousand feet a minute. On reaching the deck of the s battleship the load is automatically re - 1 leased, and the transport starts on its return journey. By means of this apparatus sixty tons of coal can be carried every hour across the gap of water that sepa- 1 rates the supply ship from the battle- ! ship. attle-!ship. The great advantage is that Iboth vessels can move at the rate of twelve knots an hour while the coal- ing goes on. 1'I• No sitting accommodation for the congregation was provided in churches before the 14th century, People sat on straw or rushes laid on the floor, Where Profit in Poultry Lies. In order to make as great profit as possible we should use economy in the production as well as good judgment in the marketing of eggs and poul- try, writes Mrs. A. J. Wilder, The farmer has a great advantage g� here over the poultryman who has all the feed to buy andwe must not for- get to make the best use possible of this advantage. At sowing and planting time is when we should make our plans for a var- iety of feed for the poultry through the year and especially for the win- ter. You will want enough wheat, oats, rye and barley sown to supply these grains in the bundle for the hens to work on. Sow some millet also to add variety and to furnish seed for next year's little chicks. Mangle or stock beets make a very good green food for the hens in the winter, so you will need to plant plenty of them.I Cabbage heads are a great treat for` the fowls, so raise a few extra for them, Plant mammoth Russian sunfiow- . ers in the corners and waste places' and if there are not enough corners' to raise a good many, plant a patch of them. Sunflower seeds are great egg -producers and also make the 1 plumage of the fowls bright and beautiful. They are fine to feed through the moulting season as they nourish the feathers and cause them to grow rapidly. Variety in the food is more than half the secret of egg -production and 'it is much cheaper to raise these dif- ferent foods than it is to buy them, so do not forget the poultry at the planting time. Grit and charcoal can be found and made on the farm and the expense of hying these necessary things can be saved. If there is a creek bed near haul gravel from that and place near the henhouses where the poultry can find it. Charcoal can be made by taking the live coals from the stove and pouring water over them. They will immediately turn to charcoal and can be ground or broken up into the right size for the chickens to swallow. Better do this work out of doors as steam and ashes will fly from the coals when the water is poured on them. In these ways we can greatly re- duce the cost of keeping poultry and it will pay us to give - time and thought to our work as the profit in the poultry business, as in any other, lies between the cost of production and the amount received for the mar- keted products. Besides comfortable quarters, the chick, to thrive, must have exercise, water, grit, a variety of grain food, green or succulent food, and casein or meat foods. Exercise is as essential as food, and lack of it indicates wrong meth- ods of rearing. The natural way for a chick to take its food is to scratch for it, taking a little at a time. If . small chickens are put into a box with a bare floor and fed from a trough,' they will become weak. Many will be- come clogged behind with the excre- ments accumulating on the down, and it is generally concluded that something has been fed to 'cause bowel trouble. As a matter of fact they are weak from lack of exercise,' and the appearance of diarrhoea is only the inability of the chick pro- perly to expel its excrement. If chicks cannot be out of doors, their feeding -floor should be covered with sand, and over this should be thrown some litter, such as chaff from the straw stack or leaves from an al- falfa loft. Place the feed in this lit- ter. If small quantities are thus given, and given often, the question of exercise is solved. Brooder chicks need more care in this way than do chicks with hens, but even in the lat- ter case it is worth while to make them scratch for their food when they are raised indoors. The notion is prevplent that a chick should begin his diet on boiled eggs, bread and milk or some other soft food. This notion has probably arisen from the knowledge that most young animals cannot digest hard foods. But when we consider the fact that the natural food of the young mammal is milk, we see why this principle does not apply to chick- ens. I Little chicks should first be fed when 72 to 96 hours old. Feed small quantities and as often as is conveni- ent. If the feed is buried in deep lit- ter they must work longer in getting it out. The idea is to have them al- ways hungry enough to hunt for food, and always a little food for them to find. If the chickens are at liberty, feeding often is not so important— three times a day would be sufficient; while if they roam far in the fields, finding much food, morning and even- ing feeding is all that is necessary. It is not a matter of great importance just what grain a chicken is first fed. The important thing is that they be supplied with a variety ,of grain as well as with casein or meat, grit and green food. Client—"You ought to have gone into the army, net the law." Solicitor —"Why?" Client—"By the way you charge there would be little left of the enemy." What to Wear and flow to. Wear It. The long, puffy handbags are known as "Juliets," All of Shakespeare's ladies appear with little money purses of satin or velvet, and, so far as we have'ob- served, they never carry anything more than a "hanky" in them. Not so the real woman. I saw a beautiful ,.. live Juliet the other clay carrying a Juliet of satin brocade, and she took from its luscious and expensive depths more articles than were ever dug from the pocket of a busy small boy whose business was that of col- letting. Many women make the mistake of carrying these elaborate bags when they are attired in everyday costume. ' Such grand affairs are really for tea- dances and other dress -up affairs, One looks overdecorated lugging about a' gold -lace -trimmed silken 3uliet when one wears a serge gown and a plain sailor. Good dressing requires a lit- tle heavy thinking, and that is why it is desirable that the feminine packs shall pay heed. Anything that ex- ercises the human mind is for the wel- fare and advancement of the human race, With that out of our editorial system we pass on to other subjects, Puffy roses made of satin or velvet are used and make wonderfully effec- tive trimmings on dancing frocks. They are made to order for each cos- tume and the same material is em- ployed for pipings, bows or other forms of ,decoration. A beautiful gown, showing these deftly contrived flowers, is of bronze colored chiffon, the skirt having tier upon tier of fluffy ruffles, cut in Van - dykes. To give irregularity to the flounces they are caught up here and there with huge roses of dull blue satin and velvet. The color effeet is warm and living, and the entire cos- tume takes on a flowerlike fullness that is beautiful. The corsage is a mere wisp of chiffon—nothing more than a high girdle, in fact—with narrow shoulder bands, from Which flutter bits of flow- , ing chiffon caught with more blue roses. There is a narrow band at the waist of dull blue brocade, laced £tont and back corslet-fashion, a little vogue note that prevails just now and which is youthful and pretty and gives the little curve at the waist which is much sought—after years of straight front and huge waist lines. Glory be! Was there ever anything so preva- lent as the new silk sweater jacket? It shows up everywhere, in every col- or, on every kind of a woman and of ! every kind of a silk that looms ever contrived to weave. Glove silk sweaters are as thin as chiffon, almost, and in these the stripes predominate. There is cer- tainly a madness for awning and rain -"';j' bow stripes. Worn with white skirts they are very smart. Crepe de chine is the latest and new- est fabric for these absurd little coats, and it comes in all colors. Taffeta and cretonne have been tried, but buy- ers won't have them. They possess not the clinging qualities of either fine or coarse ribbed silks. The cor- duroys are a bit gone by, having ap- peared early in the season. Voile .coats are seen, too, and everyone knows how cobwebby they are. It is almost an absurdity to call such gar- ments coats. Certainly they give neither warmth nor protection. If your skirt is plain you must wear a striped jacket. If your skirt is striped, your jacket must be solid col- or. That goes without saying. Too many stripes spoil the tout ensemble. Also, they make your eyes go ziggy. QUEEN MARY FROWNS. Gay Entertainments in War Time Meet With Her Disapproval. Those who have anything to do with Queen Mary just now in connection with philanthropic and war schemes marvel at the methodical and orderly way in which she deals with the multi- farious committees and schemes with which she is connected. Her memory • and capacity for organization are ex- traordinary, and she appears to carry the details of every department in her head. As bound notebook plays an important a matter of fact a strong leather part in assisting Queen Mary's mem- ory. It accompanies her everywhere. In it she enters all the things she de- sires to remember in connection with her various good works just now. Her schemes of organization are her ' own, If these little leather bound books could be collected and placed in the London Museum at Stafford House they would make an interest- ing addition to the royal collection, The Queen has taken a very de- cided attitude with regard to enter- taining in war times, and has shown her strong disapproval in no lincer- tain manner. 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