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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Brussels Post, 1929-3-7, Page 7Cream Grading Means an. ETTER CREAM ETTER BUTTER MIMPP1r1 TrE �. C. . 'FS R PRICES e We are now prepared to Grade Your Cream honestly, gather it twice a week and deliver at our Creamery each day we lift it. We gather with covered truck to keep sun off it. We pay a premium of 1 cent per lb, butter fat for Speciele over that of No, 1 grade, and 3 emits per 1b, but- ter -fel for No 1 grade over that of No, 2 grade. The basic principle of the improvement in the quality of Ontario butter is the elimination of second and off grade cream. This may be accomplished by paying the producer of good Cream a better price per pound of butter -fat Lon is paid to the producers of poor cream, We solicit your patronage anti co-opera!tlon for better market. rt.:e;•We will loan you a can. See our Agent, T. C, McCALL, or Phone 2310, Brussels. The Seaforth Creamery, Being the Authentic Narrative of a Treasure Discovered in the Bahama Islands in the Year 14:3—Now ltiret Given to the Pnb1c, B i rIciti,t1V LJCALL!?NI E Ooiryagbt by Do ':iL:ay •;,o .0 do=gany clerestory runs near the roue of some old ehurcbes. On to this 1 managed to climb. It was barely a yard wide, and the impending roof 010 not permit of one's standing erect. It was a dizzy situation, and it seemed safest to crawl along on all fours, holding the lantern in front of me. Pre•ently It brought me up sharp 1n a narrow recess. It bad come to an end. Yes! but imagine my joy! It hnd come to an end ut a low archway rudely cut in the rock. Veep set In the arcbway was a stout wooden door. Idy first thought tees that I was trapped again. but, to my Infinite sur- prise and gratitude, it proved to be slightly ajar, and a vigorous push sent it grinding back on its hinges. What next? I wondered. M all events, I was no longer lost In the bowels of the earth; step by step, I was coming nearer to the frontiers of humanity. But I was certainly not prepared for what next met my eyes, as I pushed through the low doorway with eny lantern, end looked around. Yes! indeed, man had certainly been here, man, too, very purposeful and bus!. .nesslike. I was In a sort of low nar- Tow gallery, some forty feet long, to 1 Was in a Sort of Low, Narrow Gal- lery, Some Forty Feet Long. which the archive rock made a crypt - like ceiling. At my nest glance, 1 saw that there was another door at the far end similar to the one I had entered by; and on' the left side of the gallery, built of rough stones from the low ceiiing to the Boor, was a series of compartments, each with locked wood- en door, They were strong and grim looking, and might bave been taken for prison eciis, or family vaults, or possibly wine bins. The massive locks were red With rust, and there Was eilalnly no possiblllty of openieg thorn. On the other side of the gallery there was a titter of old chains, and some boards, probably loft over from the doors, Yee, and there were two old flintlock guns, and several cnt leSees,aIl eaten away with rust, also 11 a rough seaman's chest open end fall - Ing to pieces. At the sight of that, a wild thought flashed through my brain. What if— Good God! What If this was John Teacb's treasury—behind those grim doors. I threw myself with all my force against one and then the other. For the moment I forgot that me' Paramount business was to es- cape, But 1 might as well have hurled myself against the solid rock. And, at ' that moment, I noticed that the place was darker than it had been. fly lan- tern was going out. In a nmment nr two I should be in the pitch dark, and I hnd discovered that the door at the end of the gallery was 05 solid as the others. -I was to be trapped, after 111; and I pictured nl;: elf sfesriy rly,les there of hunger—the pangs of which 1 was already beginning to feel—and some one, years hence, finding me there, a moldering skeleton—some one who would break open those doors, nnenver those gleaming boards, and moralize on the Irony of my end; coutl'tnne.l to die there of starvation, with the treas- ere 1 hnd so long sought on the other side of those unyielding doors. (ltd Tom's words suddenly flashed over me, and I could feel my hair literr„ly beginning to rise. "There never was o' buried treasure yet that didn't elni:u its victim," Great God!—and I wns to be the ghost, and keep guard in this terrible tomb till the next dead neem came along to relieve me of my sentry duty! Frantically I turned up the wick of my lantern at the thought—but it was - no use; It was plainly going out. I examined my match box; 1 had still n dozen or so matches left And then my eye fell on that shattered chest. There were those hoards, too. At all events I could build a fire and melte torches of slivers of wood, so long as the wood lasted. And thea I had an idea. Why not make the tire against the door at the end of the gallery, and so burn my way through. Bravo! My spirits rose at the thought, and 1 set to at once—split- ting some small kindling with my knife. In a few minutes I had quite a sprightly little fire gotng at the hot - tom of the door; but I saw that 1 should have to be extravagant with my wood if the fire was to be effective. However, it was neck or nothing; so 1 piled on beams and boards till my fire roared like a furnace, and present- ly I had the joy of seeing It begin to take hold or the door—which, after a short time, began to crackle and splut ter in very cheering fashion. Whatever .lay beyond, it was evi- dent that I should soon be able to break my way through the obstacle. l and, Indeed, so it proved; tor, present- ly, I used one of the boards as a bat tering ram, and, to my Inexpressible joy. it went crashing through, with a shower of sparks, and it wits but the work of a few more minutes before the whole rioor fee llamitig down, and 1 was able to leap through the doorway into the darkness On the other side. As I stood there, peering ahead, and holding aloft a burning stick—tvhiet. proved, however, n poor substitute far o my lentcrn—a wonderful sound smote my ears. I could not believe It, and : my knees shook beneath me. It was the aortal of the sea Yes, It was no illusion.. It was the t sound that the sett makers singing. doe teeming through hollow caves—the sur() I heard that night as I stood at the moonlit door of Calypso's cavern. and saw that vision white'. my tweet nearly broke to remember. Calypso t)h Calypso! where was .she at the tamest? Pray God titat she was lu deed safe, as her father had stick, But I bad to will her from any mind, to keep from going nand. And my poor torch lied gone out hoeing, however, given me light enough to son that the door which 1 !rad just burnt through let out onto e barrow platform on the side of n roe!t, that wept slanting down into a chase, of bineltnees, through which, as In it "oot shell. boomed that murmuring of the sett, it had a perilous ugly look, and It was plain dint it wonid be fool- hardy to attempt it at the moment without a light; and my lure was dying down. Besides, l was begtnnlup to fool light-headed and worn out, part• ly from lack of food, no doubt. As there was no food to be had, 1 recalled the old French proverb, "Ile eats who sleeps" --or something to that effect—and 1 determined to . hes- TINS ISRUJ$EI,$ POST !Atha my Strength opee more wire a brief rest, Howo vor as turned to throw some more wood on my fire--. preparing to lnduige myself with a little campfire cheerfulness as 1 dozed offs --my eyes fell once more on that grim line of Welted doors; and my Made wakes u sit andan de mu a me w c ria i a, Yr ful again, I bad burned down one dopy --why net another? Why not, In. So I raked over my fire to the fam- ily vault nearest to me, and presently had it roaring and licking against the stout door. It was, apparently, not so solid as the gallery door had been. At all events, it kindled more easily, and It was not tong before I had the sates- !action of battering that down too. As I did so, I caught sight of some- thing In the interior that made me laugh aloud and behave generally like u madman. Of course, I didn't believe my eyes --but they persisted in de- claring, nevertheless, that there in front of me was a great iron -bound oaken chest, to begin with, It might not, of course, ealatitln anything but bones—but it might -1 The thing was top absurd, I must bave fallen asleep —must be already dreaming! But not 1 was laboring with all my strength to open it with one of those rusty cut- lasses. It was a tough job, but my strength was as the strength of ten, for the old treasure -hunting lust was upon me, and 1 had forgotten every- thing else In the world for the time, At last, with a great wooden groan, as though Its heart were breaking at having to glve up its secret at Islet, It crashed open. I fell On my knees as though I had been struck by lightning, for it was eternity brimming over with silver and gold pieces—doubloons and pieces of eight; English and French coins, too—guineas and louts d'or: "all"—as Tobias' manuscript had said —"ell good money." For a while I knelt over it, dazed and blinded, lost; then I slowly plunged my hands into it; and let the pieces pour find pour through them, literally bathing them In gold and sil- ver, as 1 bad read of misers doing. Then suciclenly I brake out into an Irish jig --never having had ary no- tion of doing such a thing before. In fact 1 behavees as I have read of men doing, whom a sudden fortune "Ail Good Money." 1 has bereft of reason. For the time, at all events, I was a gibbering madman. Certainly, there was to be no sleep for me that night! But, In the full tide of my frenzy, I suddenly noticed some- thing tbat brought me up sharp. Out beyond the doorway it was growing light. It was only a dim tremulous suffusion of it, indeed, but it was real daylight—oozing in from somewhere or other—the blessed, blessed, day- light! God be praised! - CHAPTER VIII In Which I Understand the Feelings of a Ghost. So, I surmised, I had been under- ground a whole day and two nights, rand this was the morning of the sec - mid day after Calypso's disappearance. What had been happening to her all this time! My fleet crept at the thought, and, with that daylight steal - Ing in like a living presence, and the sound and breath of the sea, my an- euish returned a hundredfold. As I steed on the little rocky plat- form nnlside the door through which I half burned my way, and looked down 'n10 the glimmering chasm beneath, and beard the fresh value of the sea duskily rumbling and reverberating about hidden grottoes and channels, 111 that Calypso was to me came back wi1:1t the keenness of a sword through my levet. Alt 1 there was my treasure —as I had known when my eyes first beheld her—compared with which that gold and silver in there, whose gleam had made me momentarily distraught, was but so much dust and ashes, Ardently as I had sought It, what was It compared to one glance of her eyes? What if In the same hour, I had lost my true treasure, end found the false? At the thought, that glittering heap became abhorrent to me, and, without looking bash. I sought for some way by which I could descend. Ae my eyes grew accustomed to the dim light, I saw that there were some shallow steps cut diagonally In the rock, and down these I had soon made my way, to find myself In a roomy nor- ridor, so mucic like that In which I lad FEATHEr' • WANTED s Highest market price paid for your Feathers rj •Mb o• p seen tlatypso stamen; in the moonitgn.., that, for a moment, I dreamed it was the game, and started to run down It, thinking, indeed, that my troubles were over -that in another moment I would emerge through that enchanted door and We the sett, But alas! Instead of a broad shining doorway, and open aims of freedom widespread for me to leap into, 1 came at last •to a mere long narrow s— li t through which I could gaze as a man gazes through a prison window et the sky. The entrance bad once been wide and free, but a mass of rock hadfallen from above and blocked It up, leaving only a long crack through which the tides passed to and fro. I was still in my trap; It seemed more terrible than ever, now that 1 could see freedotn so close, her very voice calling to me, singing the morn- ing song of the sea. But in tbe caverns behind me, I beard another mocking song, and I felt a cold breath on my cheek, for death stood by my side a -grin. The treasure!" be whispered, "I seed you to guard that. The treasure you bave risked all to win—the treas. ure for which you have lost—your treasure 1 You cannot escape. Go back and count your gold, 'It is all good money!' Iia I let I 'it is all good money 1' " The illnelnn seemed s0 real to me that 1 cried aloud "1 will not die! 1 will not die!"—cried it so loud, that anyone 10 a passing boat might have heard me, and shuddered, wondering what poor ghost it was wailing among the rocks. But the fright had done me good, and 1 nerved myself for another effort. If only I could wriggle past that con- traction In the middle, I should be safe. And if 1 stuck fast mldwey 1 But the more I measured the width with my eye, the less tne narrowing seemed 1-, be. To be so slightly perceptible, it could hardly be enough to make much difference. Caution whisperer) that it might be enough to make the dieter - once between life and death. But al- ready my choice of those two augu..t alternatives was so limited as hardly to be called a choice. On the one hand, I could worm my way back through the caves and tunnels through which I bud passed, and try my luck again at the other end. "With half a dozen matches!" sneered. a voice that sounded like To- bins'—"Precisely" . , and the hor- ror of it was more than I dared face again anyway. So there was nothing for it but this aperture, hardly wider than one of tbose deep stone slits tbat stood for windows in a Norman castle. It was my last chance, and I meant to take it like a man. I stood for a moment nerving myself and taking deep breaths, as thoagli I expected to take but few more. Then, my left arm extended, 1 entered side- wise, and began to edge myself along. It was easy enough for a yard or two, atter which it was plain that it was beginning to narrow. Very slightly ire deed, but still a little. Etowever, 1 could still go on, and—I could still go back. I went on—more slowly it is true, yet still I progressed. But the rock was perceptibly closer to me. F had to struggle harder. It was boa nnlug to hug mne—very gently—but it was be- glnning. I paused to take breath. I could not turn my head to look buck, but 1 judged that I had come over a third of the way. I was coming up to til" waist that I had feared, but I could still go on—very slowly, scarce more than an inch at every effort; yet every lark counted, end 1 bad lots of time, My feet and heed were tree—which was the main thing. Another good push or two, and I should be at the widst---shi,t:!d t ,'w my I cave tete good posh or two, and suddeely the urtus of the roek were around rue. Tight and close, this time. 11 ie; hut••-• d ate. 'f evy held me fast, !":e a rude lover, and would not let .IIV knee:: and 1''! loo foal .c ills 00 'telt 8110 ttreesered my cheeks. My head too was fast. 1 mold not move ani Inch forward—One It wa.s ton late to go Itec.:1 Pun;' scent over nae, I felt that nay hair wa1st be turtling white, Pres- ently I ceased to etreeele, tint the rooks heist Inc In their I;trtnt embrace. There mens no mei! ;nr tan' 10 do any- thing. 1 e.,alt go on reeling there- lt ti•tts 0er7 cotnfnetahle—t111— And th'u 1 felt eotnething touching tray rept, running away and thou touch - Mg them otter. D Gad 1 it wns the tn'natlttg tide! It voted— And then t prepared myself to die. 1 suppose I was Bill t -he eih'd, with the strain and the leek or food, for, after the first ovale, 1 found myself drenhtity, almost 1uxue;imely, milting pietttt'es of how leave men had died In the melte-brave women too, I fancied myself In one Ind another tettmtion, But the pleture thatpersisted was that of the Con- , lergerte during the French revole- tion, Thf'n the picture vanished, as I felt the swish of the tide round my Miklos. It would soon hem) t0 my knees— it was up to my aneea—it Was creep* ing past them :and it was making Nutt h t vJ low snv t o in the . g wee hewed rue that had seemed, so kind to me titett very morning, the song it had made to Calypso . , , that tar-ofe night under the moon. 1 turned my eyes over the sen—I couldt move a h em l at al events' holy gloriously It was shining out there! And bore was I, helpless, with atlas extended, as one crueided. I closed myeyest n n n utshand let g , mY body relax; porhnps I dozed, or perhaps I fainted—but, suddenly, what was that Mat aroused we, summoned me baek to life? 'It seemed a short, sharp sound of tiring! I opened my eyes and looked out to sea, and then I gave a great Cry: "Calypso 1 Calypso!" I cried. "Oalyp- so P" and it seemed as though s gient'e strength were is ine—that I could rend the rocks apart. I made a mighty effort, and, whether or not my relax- ing had made a readjustment of my position, 1 found that for some reason I could move forward again, and, with one desperate wriggle, I had my head through the narrow epaee. To wrench my shoulders and legs after it was comparatively and In a mos P y ea9 y, anent, I was safe on the outer side, where, as I bad surmised, tbe aperture did widen out again. Within a few moments, I was on the edge of the sea, bad dived, and was swimming madly toward -- But let me tell what I had seen, as I hung there, so helpless, In that crev- ice in the rocks, CHAPTER IX. Action. I had seen, close In shore, a two. masted schooner under full sail sweep- ing by, as 1f pursued, and three ne- groes kneeling on deck, with leveled rifles. As I looked, a shot rang out, from my right, where I could not see, and one of the negroes rolled over. Another shot, and the negro next him foil sprawling with his arms over the bulwark. At that moment, two other negroes emerged from the cabin hatchway, half dragging and ball carrying a woman. She was struggling bravt•!y, but in vain. The negroes---etedeutly acting under orders of a white man, who stood over them with a revolver —were dragging her toward the main mast. Her head was bare, her hair in disorder, and one shoulder from which her dress had been torn In the struggle, gleamed wbtte in the sun- light. Yet her eyes were flashing splendid scornful tires at ber captors; and her laughter of defiance came ringing to .me over the sea. It was then that I had cried "Calypso!" and wrenched myself free The next moment there came dash- ing In sight a sloop also under full canvas, and at its bow, a huge wblte man, with a leveled rine that still smoked. At a glance, I knew him for Charlie Webster. He had been about to fire again, but, as the man dragged Calypso for'ard, he paused, calm as a rock, waiting, with his keen sports- man's eyes on Tobias—for, of course, it was be. "You—coward I" I beard his voice roar across the rapidly diminishing distance between the two boats, for the sloop was running with power as well as calls. Meanwhile, the men had lashed Calypso to the mast, and even to my agony my eyes recorded the glory of her beauty as she stood proudly there —the great sails spread above her, and the sea for her background. "Now, do your worst," cried Tobias, his evil face white as wax in the sun- light. "Fire, fire—don't be afraid," rang out Calypso's voice, like singing gold. "Now, Do Your Worst!" Cried 'rubies. At tbe same Instant, as she called To- bias sprang toward her with raised re- volver. "Another word, and I fire," shouted the voice of the brute. But the rifle that never missed its mark spoke again. Tobias' arm fen shattered, and he staggered away screaming, Still once more, Charlie Webster's gun spoke, and the stagger- ing figure fell with a crash on the deck, "Now, boys; ready," I henrd Charlie's voice roar out again, as the sloop tore alongside the aeltooner.—wuere arms cost of the negro crew with raise d g nrs ha fallenop their tl c e dline s c! for mercy. 4.11 tine I saw from the water, es 1 swnnt wildly toward .the two !mate, which now 11aei rinsed On each other. a; n es o1 thundering canvas, al11 rrearntng and ceasing then—an'! lyteut there, 111 e a beunttfnl tiara.: till lashed 10 the must, n proud srulli. n lu r• lovely bps. A1.01! I elitwet, anti ('barite to • Tiling aboard, tllld, aeir,ttlg n knit, from on. of the se:eaming negrooe, h, nut her free, !Ifs deep calm voice tame to ms over the water. "That's what I call courage," he said. "I could, never have done 11." The "klieg" had been right. els knew his daughter, BY this I wan nearing the boats though as yet no one had seen me. They were all too busy with the eon - fusion on deck, where four men lay dead, and three others still kept up their gibberish of fear, I saw Calypso and Charlie Webster stand a moment looping down at the figure T biasprostrate at their 0 f Tobias, feet, "I am sorry I had to kill him," I beard Charlie's deep growl. "I meant to keep him for the hangman." But suddenly I saw him start for- ward and stamp heavily on something. "No, you don't," I beard him roar— and I learned afterward that Tobias, though mortally wounded, was not yet dead, and that, as the two had stood looking down on him, they bad seen his hand furtively moving toward the fallen revolver that lay a few inches from him on the deck. Just as he had grasped it, Charlie's heavy boot had come down on his wrist, But Tobias was still game. "Not alive, you English brute!" he was heard to groan out, and, snatch- ing free his wrist too swiftly to be prevented, he had gathered up all his remaining strength, and burled him- self over the side into the sea. I was but a dozen yards away from him, as he fell; and, as be rose again, It was for his Bring eyes to tix with a glare upon me. They dilated with terror, as though he had seen a ghost. :men he 10', ' nt . t'rtt't:'t - ,'..:. ,t,.:.... fell back into the sea, and we saw ton: no more, * * ,i * s It will he easier for the reader to lenagine, than for me 10 deuy';ba, the Iook on the fares of Calypso and. Charlie Webster when they sew me appear at almost the same spot where poor Tobias had just eerie bubbling down. Words i had anat., for 1 sons at ;he end of my strength. and F broke down and sobbed tike a (Mild. "Thank God you are safe—my treas- ure, my treasure!" was all 1 meld say, after they had itfted me nhoard, and 1 lay face down on the deck, at ber feet. Swiftly she knelt by my side. and caressed my shoulder with her deur hand. All Of which particularly my refer enee M "my treasure"—must have 'seen meek to the bewilderment of the ;nod simple -hearted Charlie, towering. nnmreut-eyed, above us. I believe 1 -tared a little longer at her feet than rea!!y had need to, for the comfort .1 her being so near and kind; but, nrssently, we were all aroused by a vow from the cliffs above. It was the "king," with his bodyguard. Erebus end the crew of the Flamin^-n--n nim -on, ales! The sound of the lirint tied reached thein in the woods. ar.• they had come hurrying to discover its cause. So we deferred asking our ques :Inns, nod telling tier several starter. 1111 we were pulled ashore. As Calypso was folded in her fa ;per's arms. he turned to me: "Didn't I tell you that 1 knew my Mfaughter?" he said. "And I told yon something ton, O king," I replied—me eves daring at last to rest on Calypso with the lave and nrtde nr my h.•• .-- (Continued Next Weelty 1 i VNDNNSDAY, Wars= Cth, it t C. Pym, of 'Osborne, is auccosafule 1 endeavouring t O sol Yvo POW= the p 4 e71M1 of inc to .se a dt roduc P foal,`l.' W p mouths ;t11A • t ago ,cow belonging to Mr, Pym !;rive birth to a pair of twin salvos and on Saturday last another cow present, odhint with a pair of twins. Debts Collected Ws Collect Accounts, Notes and Judgments anywhere and every- where. No collection, no change. Write us today for particulars, Canadian Creditors' .Ass'n Post Office Box P51, Owen Sound W. D. S. JAMIESON, MD; CM; LM.CC Physician and Surgeon Office McKelvey Block, Brussels Successor to Dr. White Phone 45, T. T. M' RAE M. 8., M. Q. P,. d 8. 0. AL 0, a., Village of Brussels. Physician, Surgeon, Acooneheur Ofnoe at reerdenee, opposite bialy like Church Williamtr s set. OR. 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