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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Brussels Post, 1912-12-26, Page 2utility Tells! The emphatic demand of tho pubilo is for Tea and "Salad l" Only. lack, IMlxed or Uncolored Green FREE Samples Mailed on Enqulrr. Sealed Packets .rely Refuse Substitutes Address a `"SALADA," Toronto,. 07 NLY A 1P ONT 1; OR, A CURIOUS MYSTERY EXPLAINED. CHAPTER XXIX. It is of course e, truism that we sever fully appreciate what we have, until some trouble or soire other loss shows us all that has grown familiar in a fresh Lght. Fond as he had been of his home before, Frithiof had never until now quite realized what it meant to him. But as each evening he returned from work, and from toe severe trial of an atmosphere of suspicion and dislike, he felt much as the sailor feels when, after tos- sing about all day in stormy seas he anchors at night in some harbor of refuge. Sigrid knew that he felt this, and she was determined that he should not even guess her trou- ble. It was with her certainly as she went about her household work, with her as she and bwanhild walk- ed through the hot and t:rowded streets, and with her as she played at Mine. Lechertier's Academy. But there was something in the work that prevented the trouble from really preying on hor mind; she was sad indeed, yet not in despair. Nevertheless, Mme. Lechertier's quick eyes noted at once the change in her favorite. "You are not well, cherie," she said, "your face looks worn. Why, my dear, I can actually see lines in your forehead, At your age that is inexcusable." Sigrid laughed. "I have a bad habit of wrinkling it up when I am worried about any- thing," she said. "To -day, perhaps, I am a little tired. It is so hot and sultry, and besides I am anxious about Frithiof, it is a trying time for him." "Yes, this heat is trying to the strongest," said Mme. Lechertier. "Swanhild, my angel, there are some new bonbons in that box; help yourself." The child was never happier than when hard at work at the academy; even on this hot summer day she never .complained ; and in truth the afternoons just brought the right amount of variety into what would otherwise have been a very mono- tonous life. "Sigrid," said the little girl, as they walked home together, "is it true what you said to Madame Lechertier about Frithiof feeling the heat? Is it really that which has made him so grave the last few days?" "It is partly that," replied Sig- rid. "But he has a good deal to trouble him that you are too young to understand, things that will not bear talking about. You must try to make it bright and cheerful at home." Next morning (Sunda) was so bright that Sigrid persuaded him to take a walk, and fully intending to return in an h.our's rime to his translating, he paced along the Embankment. He crossed Black- friars Bridge and walked further and further, and on to the further bank of the Tower—solid and grim, as befitted the guardian of so many secrets of the past. Even here there was a quiet Sunday feeling, while something familiar in the sight of the water and the shipping carried him back in imagination to +Norway, and there came over him an intense longing for his own coun- try. It was a feeling that often took possession of him, nor could he any more acoount for its sudden seizures than the Swiss can account for that sick longing for his native mountains to which he is often liable. "It's no asp," he thought to him- self. "It will take me the best part of'rny life to pay the debts, and till they aro paid I can't go." CHAPTER XXX, Perhaps it was almost a relief both to Frithiof and to Sigrid that, just at this time, all intoreourse with Rowan Tree House should be- come impossible, Lance and Gwen had sickened with scarlatina, and of obtuse,, el( communication was at end for soiree time to come So that, perhaps, the only person who eighod ciao the Hoparatien was Ce- cil, and she waft fortunately kept so buoy . bg her tittle patients that she had not time to think much of the future. By the middle of August, Lance and Gwen had recovered, and were taken down to the sea -side. But in spite of lovely weather that sum- mer's holiday proved a very dreary one. Boy was in the depths of de- pression, and it seemed to Cecil that a great shadow had fallen up- on everything. "Robin," said Mrs. Boniface, "I want you to take that vltild to .Switzerland for a month; this place lis doing her no good at all. She wants change and mountain air." 6o the father and mother plotted and planned, and in September Ce- eiI, much against her will, was packed off to Switzerland to see snow -mountains and water -falls. Still, being a sensible girl, she did her best with what was put before her, and though her mind was a good deal with Sigrid and Frithiof in their trouble and anxi- ety, yet physically she gained great good from the tour, and came back with a color in her cheeks which satisfied her mother. "By the bye, dearie," remarked Mrs. Boniface, the day after her return, "your father thought you would like to hear the `Elijah' to- night at the Albert Hall, and he has left you two tickets." "Wh' Albani is singing, is she not?" cried Cecil. "Oh, yes; I should like to go, of all things 1" "Then I will tell you what we will do ; we will send a card and ask Mrs. Horner to go with you, for it's the church meeting to -night, and father and I do not want to miss it." Cecil could make no objection to this, though her pleasure was rather damped by the prospect of having Mrs. Horner as her companion. There was little love lost between them, for the innate refinement of the one jarred upon the innate vul- garity of the other, and vice versa. It was a little after seven o'clock when Cecil drove to the Horners' house and was ushered into the gorgeous drawing -room. "My clear," exclaimed Mrs. Her- ' ner, entering with a perturbed face, "did not my letter reach you in time? I made sure it would, The , fact is, I am not feeling quite up to going to -night. Could you find any one else, do you think, who would go with you?" Cecil thought for a moment. "Sigrid would have liked it, but I know she is too busy just now," she remarked, "And oh, dear, far better go alone than take Miss Falck 1" said Mrs. Horner; "I shall never forget what I endured when I took her with me to hear Corney Grain ; she laughed aloud, my dear; laughed till she positively cried, and even went so far as to clap her hands. It makes me trot to think of it even." "I always enjoy going anywhere with Sigrid," said Cecil. "It seems to me that her wonderful faculty for enjoying everything is very much to be envied. However, as there is no chance of her going to-{ the back regions. She wondered a little that Roy did not come to her ; or, at any rate, send her some message, and at the end of the iaet chorus began to feel a little anxi- ous and uncomfortable. At last, to her great relief, she saw Frithiof coming toward her. "Your brother has never come," he said, in reply to her greeting. "I suppose this fog must have hin- dered him, for he told oro he should be here ; and I have been expecting him every moment." "Is the fog so bad as all that?" said Cecil, rather anxiously. "It was very bad when I came," said Frithiof. "However, by good luck, I managed to grope my way to Portland Road, and came down by the Metropolitan. Will you let me see you home?" "Thank you, but it is so dread-! fully out of your way. I should be very glad if you would, only it is troubling you so much." "You will be giving me a real pleasure," he said. "I expect there will be a rush on the trains, 'Shall we try for a cab?" So they walked out together into the dense fog, Cecil with a blissful sense of confidence in the man who , piloted her so adroitly through the l crowd, At last, after much diffrcuity, . Frithiof secured a hansom, and put her into it. She was secretly re- lieved that ho got in too. "1 will come back with you if you will allow me," he said; "for 1 am not quite sure whether this is not a more dangerous part of tho ad- venture than when we were on foot. I never saw such a fog 1 Why, we can't even see the horse, much less where he is going." "How thankful I am that you were here! It would 'have been dreadful all alone," said Cecil; and she explained to him how Mrs.' Horner had failed her at the last moment.. "You have not met my mother since she came back from the sea. Are you still afraid of in- fection? The house has been thor- oughly painted and fumigated." "Oh, it is not that," said Frith - id; "but while this cloud is 0ti]1 I over me, I can't come. You do not !realize how it affects everything." "It does not affect your own home." "No, that's true," said Frithiof. "It has made me value that more, and it has made me value your friendship more. But, you see, you ' are the. only one at Rowan Tree House who still believes in me; and • how you manage to do it passes my comprehension—when there is no- thing to prove me innocent." "None of the things which we be- lieve in most can be absolutely proved," said Cecil. "I. can't logi- i cally justify my belief in you any more than in our old talks I oou'.d justify my belief in the unseen world." "Do you remember that first Sunday when I was staying with you, and you asked me whether I had found a Norwegian church?" "Yes, yery well. It vexed me so much to have said anything about it, but you see, I had always lived with people who went to church or chapel as regularly as they took their meals. "Well, do you know 1 was wrong; there is a Norwegian chureh down near the Commercial Docks at Rotherhithe. It is too far for Sig- rid and •Swanhild to go very often, but to me it is like a bit of Norway planted down in this great wilder- ness of houses," he said. "It was strange that I should have happen- ed to come across it so unexpect- edly, just at the time when I most needed it." I "But that surely is what always happens," said Cecil "When we really need a thing we get it." "You learned, before I did, to distinguish between needing and wanting," said Frithiof. "But I, you see, had to lose everything be- fore understanding --to lose even my reputation for common hon- esty. Even now it seems to me hardly possible that life should go on under such a eleud as that. Yet the days pass somehow, and I be -1 Neve that 11 was thisitrouble which night, I will call and see whether one of the Greenwoods is disen- gaged." So with hasty farewells she went off, laughing to herself as the cab rattled along,to think of Mrs. Hor- ner's discomfort and Sigrid's in- tense appreciation of Corney Grain. Fate, however, seemed to be against her; her friends the Greenwoods were out for the evening, and there was nothing left for it but to drive home again ; or else to go in alone and trust to finding Roy afterward. She decided to go alone, and writing a few words on a, card. asking Bay to come to her at the end of the oratorio, ,he sent it to the artiste's room by t ne of the attendants,and settled herself down to enjoy :tile. music, secretly rather glad to leave an empty chair instead of Mrs. Ver- ner beside her.. All at once the Dolor rushed to her cheeks, for, looking up, she saw Prithiof crossing the platform; she watched him place the score en the conductor's desk, and turnto an- swer the question of some one in the orchestra, then disappear again within the swing -doors leading to drove me to what I really needed. "It is good of you to tell me this," said Cecil. "It seems to put mean- ing into this mystery which is al- ways puzzling me and seeming so useless and unjust. By the bve, Roy tolls me that Darnell has left." "Yes," said Frithiof, "he left at Michaelmas. Things have been ra- ther smoother since then." "I can't help thinking that his leaving just now is indirect evidence against him," told Cecil, "Sigrid and I suspected him from the first. Do not you suspect him?" "Yes," he replied, "I do. But without any reason." "Why did he go?" "His wife was ill, and was order- ed to a warmer climate. Ho has token a situation at Plymouth, After all, there is no real evidence against him, and a great doa] of evidence against me. How is it that yon susnest hint?" "It is bemuse I know sett h;'d notbihe i , do with it," saki Coril, He hod guessed what her answer would he, yet loved to boar her say the words. (To be oentintied.) O 11 ther tSer17+17"547.411.+476w10,A2,461,. as Succulent Food for Stock. Just as one enjoys eating an ap- ple occasionally—especially during the winter, when less fruit and ve- getables are used than during the summer• --just so the live stock in the winter, when their rations con- sist largely of dry feed, need and! appreciate some form of succulent food. There is very little added expense in supplying animals with a reasonable amount of succulent food, either in the form of roots or silage. For a herd of twelve or more cows, this succulent food is most cheaply supplied by the use of silage; but for the smaller herd, or for a man without a silo, roots af- ford an excellent substitute for si- lage. By care in preparing the soil and growing the crop, from fifteen to twenty-five tons of roots, like man - gels, rutabagas or stock carrots can be grown per acre. They can be stored under the feeding -alley or in a pit outside of the barn, at very little expense. Twenty tons of roots will supply ten cows twenty pounds per day each for 200 days, and can be grown and harvested at a cost of less than $40. The nu- trients contained in twenty tons of roots are worth $30 when bran is worth $20 per ton ; so the feeding value of the roots is sufficient to pay for the cost of production, be- side the additional advantage of their supplying the succulence_ needed by the animal. Planting Seeds of Fruits. Large seeds like peaches and plums may be planted in the fall, and they will freeze sufficiently during the winter to cause them to sprout readily in the spring. Small seeds like the apple, grape, etc., should be mixed with sand in the fall or early winter, and placed in a shallow, open box. The box should be set flat, on the ground on the north side of a building where it will keep moist and re- main there all winter to freeze and thaw as often as it will, The con- tents of the box should never be allowed to dry out. Very early in the spring just as soon as the soil in the garden will do to work, the seeds should be planted in rows and covered very lightly. The seeds may be separated from the sand with a sieve, but this is unneces- sary as sand and all may be sown in the row. Take care that the seeds do not become dry before they are planted. Apple seeds be- gin growing very early, so that care must be taken to get them in the ground before sprouting begins. In the Poultry Yard. 1t is a mistake to keep late hatched pullets of the large varie- ties for winter layers. These are always the late moulters. A hen changes her coat at the same time each year. If convenient separate the fowls into several bunches. They will lay more eggs than if crowded together in one house. For instance if a hundred hens are kept, divide into four or five flocks and have a sep- arate house or apartment for each flock. Don't forget to store plenty of cabbage for the hens. They take the place of grass better than any- thing else with the exception of green rye. In case the caobage crop is a failure then by all means sow a patch of rye in the fall. Save all the turnips, rutabagas, pumpkins, ere., that can be con- veniently stored for winter poultry food. They may be fed either cook- ed or raw. Cooked vegetables, of course should be mashed and thick- ened with ground grain. Always remove the seed from pumpkins. Raise More Sheep. Fifteen or twenty ewes, and a ram, will constitute about the right - sized flock with which to begin. They mast have abundant shelter from ram and snow; but it need not be in a warm barn. Wet, whe- ther from above or underfoot, is to be scrupulously guarded against by the sheep -owner. Exposure in a cold rain is bad for a horse or steer ; it is doubly bad for sheep. The sheep sheds should be on a high, well drained site—indeed, sheep should bo allowed to run over no low, wet land, no matter how attractive the herbage thereon may be. Except that the ram should have a little grain now and then, to maintain his virtility, and the ewes a little at lambing time, the flock will require only pasturage for the greater part of the year, with clover hay or like roughage for winter feeding. The farmer with only himself and a child or two to carry the burden of caring for animals, will often find the keeping of sheep more advantageous than the keep- ing of cattle. Send Post Card to- day for, how to mace "Easy Pocket u hAon�ey" qy,� i�a.' $end at aaao An/oretheyam `.Rma Rm�' 0 i d Ad5s0l ria, Aaz 171h;. Mnnitepi G,11,. RN GLOVEQ The world's standard of glove perfection. Style -- Fit ---M— Durability. Sos thot the trade ora -k 1, on ovary dove. THREE A1IIUSING STORIES. "Ring Edward In His True Col - ora," by Mr. Edward Legge. "King Edward In His True Col- ors" is the title of a book that has just been published from the pen of Mr. Edward Legge, which is aimed to controvert the life written by Sir Sidney Lee, in the Dictionary of National Biography. Hero aro two or three amusing stories from it: "At Marlborough House one night in the eighties the Ring, who to 11,4 then Prince of Wales, was play- ing billiards with some of his guests. `H.R.H.' was not in par- ticularly good form, and, after a rather bad shot, one of the younger men shouted, to the amazement and disgust of the others: 'I say, Wales, pull yourself together!' The Prince made no reply, but beckon- ing to a servant, said: 'Call Mr. —'s carriage l' " "Etiquette prescribes that those who are invited to meet sovereigns, or their heirs -apparent, should wear, when they possess them, the orders of the visiting monarch, or his representative for the time be- ing. The Marquis de Soveral, when he was once commanded to Sand- ringham, where some of the mem- bers of the Royal Family of Greece were staying, was seen by King Edward at the dinner to be wearing the wrong decoration. His Majesty quietly removed his own Greek Or- der, and under cover of the table cloth affixed it to the nether end of the Marquis's- waistcoat. None of the party perceived this timely, good-natured action, the amuse- ment being divided between the King and the then Portuguese Minister," "An American soldier was once asked what he thought of the Prince of Wales. 'What do I think of him?' replied the sergeant in a burst of enthusiasm, `Why, Albert Edward gave me my first start in life ! When the Prince was over here on a visit to the President, a grand re- view and luncheon was given in his honor right here in Boston. A friend of mine, a Mrs. Brown, was there, and was fairly 'gone' on the young Prince, like everybody else. They all raved about him. After the luncheon she said to me, 'Oh, corporal, can't you give me some- thing that the Prince of Wales has touched. ,don't care what, as long as it's something, if it's only a fish- bone.' `Wall,' 1 said, 'I'll get you those duck bones that I ago there on the Prince's plate !s I went over to the table where the Prince bad sat, picked up every one of the duck bones that he had left on his plate, and passed them on to Mrs. Brown, who gave me three dollars for the prize, and• went her way as proud as a Thanksgiving turkey. I then, strolled around the table, collected all the hones which the other people had left, made them up into little parcels, and traded them off to my friends as the real, original duck bones that the Prince of Wales had left on his plate! It was a regular cinch, and I cleared forty-eight dol- lars by the dealt That's how I trot my first start in life from your Prince, the loveliest young geutl°. man I ever struck." s• VERA OF LIGHT BRIGADE. Sir George Wombwell Celebrates His Eightieth Birthday. Sir George Wombwell, who has just celebrated his eightieth birth- day, has been described as the Ma- jor Pandennis of our day. He withstood all the horrors of the Crimea, rode with the Light Bri- gade without turning a hair and even still is envied by men half his age for the skill of his tailor and the way he wears his clothes. His home is Newburgh Priory, in Yorkshire, a historic mansion which holds more secrets of history than many places of greater fame. Sir George, who married a daughter of the sixth Earl of Jersey, celebrated his golden wedding a couple of years ago. Sir George took part in the great charge immortalized by Tennyson, and after having two horses shot under him and falling into Russian hands he escaped and returned to camp with "all that was left" of the heroic brigade. CONVALESCENT. • The 'Waiter—"Bacon rank, sir! Impossible, sir 1 Why we cured it ourselves only Last week!" Tho Victim—"Well, it's had a re- lapse !" R• Still Anxious. "Are you going to keep your new cook V' "I can't tell. We don't know yet whether we suit her, LOOKING FOR TROD LE Every farmer wh o allows an outside closet to remain on his farm is Looking 'for Trouble—disease and illness—for himself and his entire family. It Inas Been Pr ved That nine out of every ten eases of illness on the farms are directly traceable to the o utside.closet: that horrible sink of disease and filth. Just think! You allow this Horror to remain within a few steps of your home --and force your fainily—your wife and daughter to use it—in all weathers—winter and summer. Why, man, it's outrageous 1 Especially when you consider how little it would cost you to install a Gebel Health Sanitary Closet—right in your own home. Imagine how 'your family will appreciate its privacy and convenient°. Make up your mind now to got rid of that outside privy; Wo will show you how. N1ar'l this Coupon to us RIGHT NOW THE GOOD HEALTH COMPANY Brockville Ontario „/- Glentlomon:— nlvini�tp 10111hheoettentare literature Geed 7tealch sanitary meet., COUPON The Good Health Co. Name .. LADY WARWICK'S PETS. ller White Peacock Was Given Her By Lord ileaeensfield. Among the many things for which the Countess of Warwick is famous is her collection of pets at Warwick Castle, The Countess has every op- portunity to gratify her love for animals, as the estate has special advantages for the eare essential to the different species. The birds have almost the freedom of a forest home. The Avon River, which sep- arates just above the castle, sur- rounds a little castle on which king- fishers and wild docks mingle to- gether. Perhaps the best beloved of all her pets is the famous white pea- cock, which was presented to the late earl by Lord Beaconsfield some forty years ago, before that having been the property of the author of "Lothair." It would thus, seem to bo quite an old bird, yet, judged by peacock standards, it is not ,yet middle-aged, for a companion bird, also belonging to the aristocratic breed of white peacocks, which ne- ver mate with any but birds of their own feather, is established as being more than a century old, though by how much there are no authentic records to prove. A very old family servant remem- bers it as having been a vigorous bird in his childhood, while his fa-, ther, who died a very old roan, re- membered it as having been a vigor- ous bird in his childhood. It is still hale and hearty, though it is losing its feathers and generally beginning to look aged. Lady Warwick's most constant companion is a fine collie, which is never Happy save when at her hoe's, "Mother could never go about in disguise," says Lady Marjorie, the always be known by her countess's daughter. "dog.She would " Larly lliarjorie also is fond of pets, and many pictures have been pub- lished showing her on the lawn with strange assortments of rabbits, lambs, terriers, collies, and the favorite donkey. Lady Warwick ds one of the best judges of a horse in England, and loves horses as only those who really know and under- stand them can. __+7• DAY WITHOUT A NAME. By Proposed Calendar Day of Month Would Fail Same Day. One day of the year will have to be an orphan without a name, if the projected reform of the calendar goes into effect. Instead of wander- ing all through the week in oonsec- utive years, each date will fall on the same day of the week year in and year out. One of those who are working out the present plan to reform the calendar is W. E. G. Buesohing, of Halle, Germany. A disadvantage of the present calendar is the inequality of - mouths, quarters and half years. Holidays such as New Year's and Christmas may occur on any day of the week, and this is a source of confusion in the business world. Every day brings certain tasks in every business, and if it were possi- ble to profit by experience and learn how best to perfom the tasks which should be done on a holiday the day before or the day after it would be of assistance'to business men. Then in making comparative re- ports of receipts, the fact that the same date under the present method does not always fall upon the same week day is -annoying, as every bookkeeper knows. Take the case of a newspaper, Monday is a dead day, Saturday the best day in the week, both from an advertising and circulation stand- point, But Saturday of this year is Monday of next year, so that it be- comes necessary to compare the clays of the week and not the day of the month. To rearrange and adjust all these differences would bo very simple if the sidereal year contained only 304 days, for 364 •divided by seven, the numin a'weelr, gives 52 weeks.ber Bofutdays no juggling of fig- ures can squeeze 3661/i days into 62 weeks or seven days each. There a leap year every fourth year in meter to stow away that trcubleeome one-fourth day, which cannot be packed into the week, and 00if one entire day is to be left ever eaob year there is only one thing105, to do, the overflow day will have to go without a week -day . H The Real Sly-er. The old lady from the country and her small son were driving to iowrt WI hn a huge motor car bore •dc, , rr utor, them. The horse was badly frightened and began to lrranc:e., whereupon the old lady 'heaped down and waved wildly to the chauffeur, screaming at the top of her voice, • The chauffeur stopped the car end offered to hoip get the horse pr s t, "That'sall right." mall th.e he remained e,,rnl.osedly in sire' d: ring°, "I 'ain manage the ir,u'•e, Yt,ti just ia`id r i" t.her past!" "What is this young7nts _ doing asleep in our parlor with write:~ . all over him?" "Never mind him, father. IIo's waiting, for. Millie to dress."