HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Exeter Times, 1919-11-20, Page 2THE PLOTTERS
To begin with, they quarrelled.
Being thorough in all things, they
quarrelled as thoroughly as they had
loved. Then, with equal thoroughness
they •swept up the pieces—returned
the presents, burned the letters, and •
tried to persuade themselves and,their
friends that the whole affair was •
washed out as utterly as if it had
never happened. She •stayed where'
she was, and he went to live in a
different town.
That's the prologue.
The story commences when Doris, I
corning out of a theatre with her aunt,'
met Billy for the first time •in two
years.
Billy was not the man with whom
she had quarrelled. Billy was merely;
an old and devoted chum. He and she
had grown up together, and their
friendship was of the quarrel -proof
brand which neither absence nor,
proximity, letters nor the lack of
them, can ever chill into indifference
or warm into love. Billy had known;
all about the dead -and -gone episode,!
and Doris had listened with sisterly
affection and unfailing interest , to
most of Billy's love affairs. Love, in
the old days, had been wont to attack
Billy much as hay fever does its vic-
tims—nothing serious, but bad while
it lasts.
Two years in the East had altered
Billy very little indeed, to outward
seeming. In the wide, carpeted pas-
sage between stalls and exit he bore
down upon Doris and her aunt with
all his old exuberance.
"Spotted you just at the end of the
show," he explained, after the first
rush of greetings. "I was upstairs,
and, of course, when I saw you I dash-
ed down right away, before you could
give me the slip. And how are things
going with. you, old girl?"
Doris gave him a resume, which he
punctuated with questions, even as of
yore. Then, by chance, he mentioned
a forbidden name, and her pretty face
hardened, and she stopped him with
an imperious gesture.
"Please don't speak of him, Billy,"
she said firmly. "I never want to think
about him or remember him again."
"Oh, I say!" exclaimed Billy, his
eyebrows almost vanishing into his
hair. "Is it as bad as that still?"
"So far as I am concerned," said
Doris implacably, "Derek has ceased
to exist; and, above all things, I don't
wish to be reminded of him. Nothing
could possibly restore matters to their
old footing, or make amends for his
behavior. That incident is quite—
quite closed!"
"But I say, Doris—"Billy began
protestingly.
I "Please, Billy!"
Billy subsided. The aunt, who neve.
cared whose toes she trod on, put in
her contribution.
"Sinful pride—that what it was!"
she said. "Pride on both sides! You
were a trifle worse than he, but not
much. Great pity, as I've always said.
He was a good boy. Nothing but
ridiculous pride!"
"And you—what about you, Billy?"
asked Doris hurriedly.
At the bottom of her heart she knew
perfectly well that her aunt was right.
"Oh, top -hole!" said Billy en-
thusiastically, and shuffled and looked
down his nose, very pink and pleased.
"The fact is, I—well, I met the dearest
girl in the world when I was in hos-
pital down South, and we got en-
gaged."
"Really ? Oh, Billy, how glad I am!"
exclaimed Doris sincerely.
Billy grew pinker and his •:mile
broader. The aunt, scenting immin-
ent rhapsodies, cut in with more
alacrity than consideration.
"Do you think you can rind us a taxi,
Willie?" she asked. "We shah never
get one if we wait much longer."
"Right you are, Miss Anne," said
B,ilty cheerfully, and piloted the old
lady to a seat. '`Just sit down here
until I come back."
It was at that moment Doris saw
Derek.
He was coming down the passage,
his tall head well in view above the
few late -comers who straggled out in
front of him. Before she could recover
herself, his eyes had met hers and she
knew that an encounter was inevitable.
And he. was accompanied by a girl.
That did it. A11 the old pride,
strengthened by repression, flew up
ready for battle. She gave one quick,
glance round, as if for help; then turn
ed and followed Billy, overtaking hon;
half way down the steps outside. -. In
all his Iife he had never failed her yet.
"Billy," she said desperately, "I
want you to be a pal to me. I'm going
to compromise you dreadfully."
"Pleasure's mine!" said Billy with -i
!rout hesitation.
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oughly miserable, with red eyes and al `"And I .houl•dn't have done it ,it I€
remorseful conscience, the sole midge- : hadn't seen you with a girl," she said.
tion of her wretchedness being the re..."Then you're riot --you're ntft•----- •"
flection that she had saved her pride, I Derek came across the room.
This cold comfort upheld her until the,. "There's never been, anyone else in
afternoon, when the maid announced' my life except you," he said. "On my!
Derek. ! honor, I've never cared for another
She faced !tiro from the window; he' woman --never tried to. Oh, Doris,
stood unsmiling at the other end of ; kid, is it too late to pick up the broken
the room. i threads and mend them?. Is it too
"What was the idea, Doris?" he' late?"
asked, l•
Doris, suddenly beyond speech,
"`I'm afraid I fail to understand," ehoal: her head and turned away. SShe'
sa"d Doris coldly, her eyes hostile felt his arm round her—felt both her
"Saying you were engaged to . hands caught in one of his.
Whyte." 1 "There's nobody else?" he whisper -
"I -don't see how my engagement ed.
concerns you." "No:'
"Considering that it doesn't exist,) "Doris! Doris! Oh, my dearest, I
I think I have a night to inquire," • ! don't deserve this. Can you ever for-;
"You forfeited all rights long ago. give me • for the past three years?" 1
My affairs are nothing t6 you now.", "Don't! It was my fault—mine all
"On the contrary, they are every-, along. I spoilt those three years for:
thief; to nee." - i you,"
Doris was white, and quivering with1 "There wasn't a minute in them that
anger. could malt h with last night far:
Y'I refuse to be insulted like this,"1 wretchedness. When youtd gone home
she said. "I knew you were capable ••I made Billy tell me what you'd said
of a good deal, but I.didn't dream that about nue, and I thought then that I:
you could sink to such depths. You couldn't possibly stand a chance. 11
come to me straight iron • your ; only came over because I was still:
wife—" : hoping against hope,"
"Oh, Doris, we've been a pair- of • "Did Billy tell you that he and I
fools, yea and I!" said Derek. "She weren't engaged?"
isn't my wife."
"Not your wife?"
"No; any more than Billy Whyte's
your fiance."
"There was no need. I'd been with
him and his wife all the evening,"
"His wife?"
"The one I borrowed. They've only
"Then what made you tell me she just finished their honeymoon. He
was?" says Miss Anne didn't give him a
"The same mad reason that pos- chance to tell you the whole story."
--sessed you to say that you were en- "Derek, what an idiot I've been!
gaged to Billy. Pride—sinful pride, What you must have thought of me—
as Miss Anne used to call it." He all three of you!"
laughed a little bitterly. "Madge rose "Not a patch on what I think of
to the occasion well, I must say, see- myself. We've both been pretty fool-
ing that I sprang it on her without a ish all this while, it seems to me.
moment's warning. But I shouldn't Don't you think it's about time we
have done it if I hadn't thought you reformed?"
really were engaged." 1 Doris agreed that it was.
Doris' sense of humor—always one I (The End.)
of her saving graces—began to get the
better of her. 1 aMinarS's Liniment Cures Diphtheria.
You could never take Billy at a loss.
He was a pearl beyond price in:
emergencies. i
"Then we're engaged!" said Doris,
finger on lips as in their schooldays',
pranks.
She transferred her diamond ring
a recent birthday present from her,
father—to the third finger of her left;
hand, and went back—to run clean
into Derek, rendering escape impos-,
sible. There was nothing for it but to,
make the best of a bad job. His coin-'
panion had halted to straighten her
hair before a chance mirror.
"Well?" said Derek.
He looked down at her with a queer,!
almost tender expresslbn in his eyes.'
"You here!" Doris said foolishly. I
She ignored his proffered hand, and
saw him flush at the slight.
"Only for a day or two," he said.
"You're looking very well." He caught'
sight of her left hand, and took it up
quickly and examined the ring. "So
you're engaged ?" he said.
"Yes," said Doris, and contrived a
little smile and a lift of the eyebrows
that tacitly inquired what he had ex-
pected. "I have been for some time.
Are you surprised?"
"I hadn't heard," said Derek. "Well,
you have my good wishes, both of you.
I'm married now, you know!"
"Married!" said Doris.
"'Sure. Quite a hoary Benedict by
this time."
He turned to the girl at the mirror.
She tucked a handkerchief into her
vanity -bag, and came up to them. The
Light gleamed on her wedding ring. •
"I've met an old friend, Madge. This
is my wife, Miss Hamer."
He slipped his arm through the
girl's with a surreptitious squeeze, and
the girl looked from Doris' face to his
with keen, sweet blue eyes. Before
she could speak, Billy reappeared.
"I've found a taxi--" he began;
and stopped.
Derek was regarding him with dil-
ated eyes.
"Ah, here's my fiance!" Doris said
coolly. "Billy, you and Derek used to
know each other, d,i,dn't you?"
"Yes, in the old days," said Billy,
playing up nobly.
Derek smiled.
"I must congratulate you, Whyte,"
he said. "You've met my wife, too,
I think?"
"Yes, I rather. fancy I have," said
Billy. "Quite a reunion—what?"
Here considerate Providence took a
hand in the person of the aunt, whom
they had forgotten. She pottered pur-
posefully round the corner, inquiring
after her taxi. The group broke up.
Dilly accompanied- Doris and her aunt
to the bottom of the steps.
"You're a brick, and I can never
thank you," Doris whispered as the
aunt bundled herself in. "You're sure
—sure you didn't mind?"
"Not a bit," said Dilly.
Quite illogically, Doris cried herself
to sleep that night. She awoke thor-
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An Eight -Hour Day for Babies.
.An eight-hour day for babies. Why
not? Everybody else has 'em. This
as an age of uplift and organization.
There are societies of every sort for
preventions, benefits and rights; laws
governing , the time and conditions
under which men and women may
work; laws insisting upon a proper
treatmento
of bow wows. horses, don-
keys, pigs, and even lobsters. Com-
placently the old world rubs its hands
and inquires, "Everybody happy?"
Decidedly not! What about that
unclassified morsel of humanity, neith-
er man, woman, minor nor animal?
What about the baby? This is, I ae-
peat, an age of uplift, but the only
uplift he gets is a playful toss in the
air. What of his rights, benefits and
preventions? He has about as many
at the present time as a Chinese gold-
fish—the right to live, be fed and
to be displayed to the greatest ad -
yenta
He has raised his voice in his own
behalf many times, but the trouble is
he speaks a foreign language various-
ly interpreted and but indifferently
understood. If he cries, according to
parent parlance, he is either hungry,
uncomfortable or in a temper, more
supposedly the latter.
It is no use. He has raised his voice
—now I raise mine- An eight-hour
day for babies, shorter hours, longer
naps; away with social duties and
visitings.
Gaze upon h' -m. Theemre he lies,
crumpled down in an exhai sted heap
upon a hard and corset -proof lap, or
dangling in head -rolling impotence
over a rough -coated shoulder with a
mouthful of fur fora pacifier, a spec-
tacle of speechless infelicity.
I have often caught these little trav-
elers regarding me with an expression
of morose resentment. Peering out of
their lace bonnets, always askew, the
accusation in their eyes is unmistak-
able.
"Give us our right," they signal
gloomily. "Down with train rides,:
sleigh rides, shopping, movies and
visits. An eight-hour day." Uneasily'
I avert my eyes and reflect anew upon
"man's inhumanity to—babies."
'Added to the late -hour habit is the.
exhibition evil, largely the outgrowth
of parental pride. At all hours of
the day and night the baby is rudely;
awakened and/brought out like a new;
hat or bonnet for inapectl"on, made to'
laugh and look at pretty pretties and
be jostled up and down.
Just what is a baby, anyway? A'
side show or an ornament? Frankly,:
it is hard to tell. From the manner
of handling they get from grown-ups
one would think they were labeled like
certain 'bottles of medicine: "Shake'
before taking." That is another thing.
to be considered along with the eight -I
hour day, a .society for the prevention
of shaking. No wonder so mane babies
look rattled. They are.
And while we are cn this M.ibject,i
I may as well suggest another uplift,
namely, the elimination a isiear'keting
from the .baby coach. In inane- meshes,
the visibility of the baby is nil. The!
coach itself might be aa It„lien push -I
tart and the moth 'r a vegetable vend -1
or, for all the passerby may know.'
Moreover, ,!t is a sacred invasion upon
infant right. Igne at inn usly the ruer1
baby is ,randier] along with the family,
dinner on top of him• --forced to view;•
the scenery through c c',; ry tops and
salad leave:!• --to a, r-oth:i•; of the.
weight of potatoes and other sundries'
d',on his sin's!] toes.
If, truly, this is an age of uplift,
1 let it include our littlest citizen. Let
the right of the baby be looked into
and his voice be heard.aand understood.
Away with grown-up excuses . and
reasons. His first two years should be
' of uninterrupted tranquillity; his place,
in the home. 'An eight-hour day for
babies. Who -will join their voices to
his and to mine?
To Launder Collars and Cuffs.
Since I live on a farm and am quite
far removed from a laundry, I always;
do up the stiff collars and .ruffs at'
home. By using starch jelly I am able
to secure just as high a gloss as that
obtained at the laundry. The follow-
ing are the proportions which I use:
two tablespoons starch, one-quarter'
cup cold water, one cup boiling Water.,
I add the cold Water to the starch
and make a thin mixture without
lumps. Then I add/the boiling water
' slowly, stirring constantly, and allow
it to boil up.
After1 have my jelly prepared I lay
out the collars and cuffs which have
been washed and dried and apply the
jelly with a soft cloth, rubbing in thor-
oughly on both sides.
If they are to be very stiff I allow
them to dry, repeat the 'process, and
roll them up in a towel while still wet. '
In twenty or thirty minutes I iron
then first on ene side and then on the
other with a iron rubbed with paraffin,
until perfectly dry and glossy.
If a very high gloss is desired I
rub a damp cloth over them and again
press until perfectly dry.
When washing articles which I do
not care to have especially stiff I
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r and wbitens, refreshes acd deli.
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generally use the 'sold -+starch method,
which is somewhat simpler: two.
tablespoons •starch, one-half teaspoon
borax, •ttt'o cups cold water.
Add'thekcold water gradually to the
starch. Mix well and add the dissolv-
ed borax. Dip the article in the solu-
tion and rub well, repeating the pro-
cess several times.
With a cloth •remove Ma,,ll sur,£aee
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starch, roil up in a clout, and -allow to
stand over „night. Irbil according to
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The clothes you were so proud of when
new—can be made to appear new again.
Fabrics that are dirty, shabby or spotted
will be . restord to their former beauty by
sending them to Parker's.
Cleaning Dyein
Is properly ,clone at PARKER'S
Parcels may be sent Post or Express.
We pay carriage one way on all orders.
Advice upon cle.rling or dyeing any
article will be promptly given upon request.
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Bovril gives richners and flavour to
sours, gravies, and all rnad.;-di: hes. b a
you are cooking, keep the bottle where
you can see it, Bovril. not only makes
the d•sh more enjoyable, but also gives it
additional food value. •
The body-building power of Bovril has been
proved by independent scientific investigation
to be from io to 20 times the amount taken.
Use
ovril in your cookery
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The Syrup for
Pancakes
A golden stream of
Crown Brand -Corn
Syrup is the most
delicious touch you
can give to Pancakes!
In the Kitchen, there
is a constant call for
Crown Brand Corn Syrup
for making puddings,
candies, cakes, etc.
Sad the day when you are
too big to enjoy a slice of
bread spread thick with
Crown Brand!
Could that day ever come? ?
Ward it off! Grace your
table daily with a .generous
lug of Crown Brand Corn
Syrup, ready for the dozen
-desserts and dishes
it will truly "crown”.
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MILLIONS LOST YEARLY
BY WEAR AND TEAR.
Enormous ,A mount of Gold is,
oe+x Used i ,lewv llelry
increase in Wealth.
In 184 the whole .world produced
less than thirty million, dollars worth
of gold. Then the California gotid-
fields were discovered, and .In four
years production had leaped to ninny
millions a year. -
In 1860 !tires one hundred
twenty millions;. by the end of 'the
.century it was throe hundred millions,
while to -day the 'gold mines of the
world are turning out very neary five
hundred million dollars worth of gold
every year.
Within about seventy years the out-
put of gold has been multiplied by
seventeen, yet in 'the same period 'of
time the population of the world has
increased ' by only ninety per cent.
This being so, it might. well be imag-
ined that there would now be more
than enough gold for the world's pur-
poses, ' and that the precious metal
would have consequently depreciated
in value,
Asa matter of fact, nothing of the
kind has happened. On the first place,
while the population of the world at
large has only increased by about
ninety per cent. during the period
mentioned, that of civilized countries
has doubled, and 'more than doubled.
It is the civilized countries that use
gold as a medium of exchange and as
their basis of currency.
Next, the indAvidual wealth of these
countries has increased enormously,
and therefore their people require .a
great deal more gold for purposes of
coin. Several countries which in 1850
were working on a silver or paper cur-
rency have come up to the gold stand-
ard, the latest of these being Spain,
Swallowed Up by Jewellery.
The third and perhaps most iinpor•
tent point of all is the enormous
amount of gold now used in industry.
For the arts such as jewellery, gold
plate, gold leaf, for purposes of orna-
ment and decoration, the world is now
using three times as much gold isle.
year as the whole amount prodzAk
in 1846 ---that is, about ninety million
dollars worth.
The iv'este of gold is another factor
whiCit keeps down the supply. Few
people consider how great is the waste
of gold by wear and tear. Pack two
thousand half-soveriegns in a bag and
send them on a journey of a thousand
miles:. at the end of that journey one
half -sovereign's weight of the gold is
clean gone. It is in the shape of dust
adhering to the inside of the bag.
In the course of one year's ordinary
use a sovereign loses one and a -half
per cent. of its weight. Careful calcu-
lations go to show that the annual loss
which actually takes place by wear
and tear of gold coin can be no less
than twenty millions of dollars. All
this prodigious sum is dissipated into
fine dust, and utterly lost.
Every ship that goes to the bottom
takes With her a certain amount of
gold. It may be only a few dollars
worth, or—as in the case of the famous
Lutiue—a million may be lost in a
minute.
Every fire that occurs means a des-
truction of gold, and there is never a
minute, day or night, when scores of
human habitations are not burning.
London alone has 2,400 fires yearly.
Besides all this, there is, the matter
of hoarding. In countries where
banks are not found in -every town, the
people who have gold hide or bury it. `
In many cases they die without reveal-
ing the secret of the hiding -place. In
this way India alone swallows up more
than two and a half million dollars
worth of gold yearly. China more than
this, while Africa is at present absorb-
ing gold in this way at the rate of
more than five million dollars a year.
The money Is paid as wages to the
Kaffir laborers at tlio mines, and by
them carried away to their kraals,
whence it never returns.
A New Use For the
• Aeroplane.
Tho Department of Agriculture V.7-4
Ottawa has discovered a new .use for
the aeroplane. The Entomological
Branch is investigating the mosquito
in the Lower Fraser Valley in British
Columbia. Ay using the aeroplane the
country can be surveyed in order to
map out the swampy areas and other
breeding places that are readily lo-
cated in photographs taken from over-
head, according to a statement by Dr.
C. Gordon Hewitt, Dominion Entomo-
logist, that apnoeas in the October
Agricultural Gazette. The aeroplane
was used in. making' a comprehensive "NI"
survey of the complicated water sys-
tem of the Frazer I:iver end the ad-
jacent bodies of permanent and tem-
porary water in that district. A flight
reported 1»r Dr. Hewitt has demon-
strated tho possibility of using this
machine also for making surveys of
timber that is being killed or has al-
ready been destroyed by various in-
sects. Its use, it is believed, will help
very greatly in the entomological work
with various insects being carried an
by the Fedo':al I)epartnient of Agricul-
tura,
French authorities estimate that 1
in every 80 of the albied soldiers who
t eountry married a French
bride.
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