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THE LAPSE OF
ENOCH WENTWORTH
By ISABEL GORDON CURTIS,
Atithor of "The Woman from WOlver1Ons "
CHAPTER ICIV.—(Cont'd).
Enoch shrugged his shoulders. "If
that is the way you choose to put it,
well and good. Seems to me a pity
that you cannot drop this altogether
and—forget. The future looks bright
for both of us. We could easily go
back to our old happy life if you
would."
Dorcas moved toward the door. "I
cannot forget. I promise you one
thing, Enoch, I will never speak of it
again."
"Thank you," said the man brus-
quely.
CHAPTER XV.
When the curtain dropped on the
last act at a Saturday matinee, Dor-
cas paused on the way to her dress-
ing -room and glanced out at the stage
door. Rain was lashing the street
in furious, wild -blown torrents. The
few -people who braved the storm bent
their heads against it and plodded on
with determination. Nearby a street
organ was wheezing the "Miserere" in
pitiful appeal to a heedless crowd at
the theatre door.
Dorcas returned to her dressing -
room. It was a delightful cozy re-
treat—Mr. Oswald had seen to that.
Alice Volk sat repairing a gown.
"Where's Julie?" Dorcas demanded.
"She's asleep in our dressing -room."
The girl seated herself in front ef
the mirror and began to remove her
make-up. At intervals she glanced
over a bunch of letters which lay on
the dressing table.
"I used to wonder how it would feel
to be famous. Of course I am not
famous yet," said Dorcas quickly; "I
am merely one of the peoplerm hear
of in passing. Still, I cannot grow
accustomed to the queer experience of
seeing my name blazoned on every
housetop when I ride on the L, or
finding my picture in papers and mag-
azines. People stop on the street to
stare at me; occasionally they whis-
per my name to some one who is with
them. A girl I went to school with
wrote the other day and asked for
sixteen autographed portraits to give
as favors ab a party. She was a rich
child, and at school she snubbed me
unmercifully."
"Ms the way of the world," the
other woman answered. "A little of
it came into my own life."
"It's a queer way," Dorcas contin-
ued, "and somehow already I feel
blase. The love and trust I have
from Jalie and you is something
worth while."
Mrs. Volk rose to hang up a gown
she had been repairing. As she pass-
ed Dorcas she bent and kissed her
cheek. The girl looked up with a
grateful smile.
"Suppose," Dorcas suggested, "we
have a little spread right here. 1 can
order a hot dinner sent in. It's a
wretched night—What do you say?"
"If I were to speak for Julie, you
'know how she would enjoy it."
" 'Phone to the Beauclerc for a
menu. M will be fun."
Half an hour later the dressing -
room looked like a small banqueting
hall, for the property man had put
• everything he controlled at their dis-
poestl.
"Listen," said Dorcas to the waiter,
who stood ready to take their order;
"bring 'Us consomme, boiled salmon,
celery, cueumbers, and sliced toms, -
toes, potatoes, string beans, roast
lethice, almond Meringue pie,
coffee, and—is that all ?" she asked
of Julie who stood peering over her
shoulder.
"Ice cream and cake," suggested
the child.
"Of course," dried Detests; "it's 80
long ago since / was a little girl. T
had forgotten that ice Cream and cake
is muel't rose important than soap,"
JUIN. Ovnled to ns Of the table,
"Isn't it a pity, Miss Dorcas, there are
only three of us, when there are four
sides to a table."
Dorcas laughed. "I'll let you pick
out a guest for us, Salle. Who shall
it be?"
"Well, let me think." The child
paused. "There's Dick—Dick would
do anything for us. He's only a call
boy, but he's nice. Then there's
Robertson. He loaned us the chairs
and table. Robertson's the nicest
man in the Gotham—almost. We could
have had Brunton, but she's jusb go-
ing out. Then there's Mr, Merry. I
belieye," she added decisively, "I
would rather have Mr. Merry than
anybody."
Dorcas bent to rearrange a knife
and fork.
"How do you Imew Mr. Merry is
in?"
"He is,'cried Julie. "He called me
into his dressing -room when I passed
and gave me these." She unclasped
her hand to show three caramels
squeezed into a sticky lump.
"Would your mother like to have
him here?"
Julie did not wait for her mother to
answer.
"Of course, Mother and I love him,"
"Well, you may be our messenger.
Tell him he is invited to dine with
three ladies. Dinner will be served
in ten minutes."
Merry returned with Julie clasping
his hand.
"This is unexpected! When the
young lady tapped at my door, I was
debating whether it was worth while
going to eat in the storm."
It was a gay little party. Dorcas
ordered the waiter, bo set the dishes
on the hot radiator, then she sent him
away. Julie took her place delight-
edly.
"You're a clever waitress," said
Merry.
"I used to plan to be a waitress
when I was grown up," said the child,
while she gathered plates neatly on
a tray. "That was before I went on
the stage. Playing the little 'Cord-
elia' is nicer than being a waitress."
"It means getting rich faster," said
ferry gravely.
"Of course," agreed Julie. "Still,
it must be delightful work to be a
waitress. Before we found you,
Mother and I used to go mornings to
a little restaurant to get hot cakes,
and I loved to watch the waitresses.
Some of them. They had lovely hair
and cunning little muslin aprons."
Merry laughed. "You were wise
to decide on 'Cordelia.' "
"I know that. I would be quite
happy to be 'Cordelia' with you, even
if I didn't get any money for it. Of
course, though, it's lovely to get my
salary envelope once a week, and to
have nice rooms at Mrs. Billerwell's,
and all We want to eat, and clothes
and shoes. I am growing rich—I
have a bankbook ?"
"Really?"
"I have four hundred dollars in the
bank,"
"Four hundred dollarS!"
"When I have two thousand I am
going to buy a little house out in the
country. Mother and I picked it otat
one day when Miss Dorcas took us
driving. We will keep chickens and
a pony and a cow, and have cherry
trees and radishes and pansies in the
garden."
"I will come and board with you,"
said Merry, "if -I don't have to milk
the cow," -
"Oh, Mother," cried the child im-
petuously, "I never thought Of keep-
ing boarders before!—only we can't
charge Mr, Merry much."
"May 1 come too?" asked Dorcas.
"Oh, that would be lovely!" Julie
laid down a chicken bone she held be-
tween her fingers to clap her greasy
little hands joyfully. Merry was tell-
ing a ridiculous adventure which had
Once befallen him on a snowbound
train when he was interrupted by a
timid knock at the door.
Julie rose to open it. She turned
to look back at her mother with a
bewildered glance. A small, odd fig -
tire stood motionless in the doorway—
a little boy with serious, brown eyes.
His straight, yellow hair was cropped
in a fringe about his eyes, then it
waved upward. Ile wore a black suit
with long, tight trousers. A round
jacket, over a white shirt, reached to
his waist. In his hand he held ahat
' like a small saucer.
"Hullo, David Copperfield, where
did you come from?" cried Merry.
"That isn't my name." The child
had a soft English accent. "I have
heard of David Copperfield, but I'm
not 'David,' Sir, my name is Robin
Tully."
"Come in, Master Robin Tully,"
said Merry, "and have dinner with
us."
The child stared at them steadily.
but did not move.
Dorcas jumped t her feet. "Oh!"
she whipsered, "the poor little boy is
blind!"
The child stood moving his dark-
ened eyes about as if to place her
voice, then he came straight toward
her, groping with both his hands. He
had tucked the small, flat hat beneath
one arm. Dorcas lifted him to her
lap and laid- his cheek against her
own.
"Mother," he whispered as he drop-
ped the hat and clasped his arms
tightly around her neck.
"Dear little boy," she said softly,
"I am not your mother. I wish I
were."
He loosened his arms and passed
his soft fingers over her face. Dorcas
pillowed his cheek on her breast and
whispered tender, foolish things to
him between her kisses.
Merry took one of the child's hands
between his own. "What is your
mother's name?" he asked gently.
"At home her name is Mrs. Tully.
I have a letter for her, George, who
brought me here, told me to show it
to somebody, and they would take me
to her."
He put his hand in the inside pocket
of his tight coat and drew out a
smeared envelope. Merry read it
aloud:. "Miss Zilla Paget, Gotham
Theatre."
Dorcas turned to look at Merry with
unspoken pity in her eyes. "Your
mother is upstairs. We will take you
to her in a few minutes,"
Julie crept close to Merry. 'She
stood by his side, gazing curiously at
the blind child.
"I did not know Miss Paget had a
little boy," she said.
"Neither did I. Run upstairs, dear,
and ask if she is in her dressing -
room, but nob one word to her or to
any one about this boy."
Roblin laid his.creek against Dor-
cas' face.
"I wish you were my mother," he
murmured.,
"You may have me as your friend."
The girl kissed him softly, in response
to which his chin trembled.
"Does your mother know you are
coming?" asked Merry.
"No, I'm to be a surprise. George
raid I'm a sort of Christmas present."
Merry's eyes turned anxiously t o
Dorcas. He shook his head, and
there was a. perplexed frown upon his
face.
Julie came in, "Miss Paget is not
in her room. Emiline says she, is
out taking dinner with a gentleman."
Roblin jumped to the floor and be-
gan to grope about for his hat. Merry
lifted it and put it in his hand, "You
must stay here till your mother comes
"Of course, for you are just in time
for dinner," said Dorcas, "We have
lots of good things left—ehicken and
tomatoes and ice cream,"
"His aloes ought to be changed,"
suggested Mrs. Volk; "they're awfully
wet."
\ "Nothing is wet but ray goloshes,"
answered Robin. He bent to take
them off. "When we left the train,
George brought me here under an
umbrella."
(To be continued).
ON THE FARM
Washing MiIk Cans.
The matte; of washing cans .by city
dealers, while only a small pm,: of tile
daily operations, Is a very important
one. Many different methods are used
by various dealers in caring for the
cans after the milk is removed from
them. Some of these methods are as
follows :
1. Returning the cans unwashed.
2. Rinsing with water (either hot or
Do ALL your preserving witli
Pure cane. "FINE"
granulation. High
sweetening power.
Order by name in
original packages.
2 and 5 -lb Cartons
10 and 20 -lb Bags
.This Book of
printed and
gummed labels
for fruit jars.
if you will eat a red ball
trade.mark from a Letitia
bag or carton and send it to
Atlantic Sugar Refineries, Ltd.
rower Bldg., Illontreai 25
stalled a modern washing machine had
some tests made by his bacteriologist
on the results obtained. From the pre-
liminary tests made less than 200,000
bacteria were found to the can and no
undesirable types. Before the machine
was installed, counts from the old one
which had a much less efficient stemm-
ing device, ran as high as 20,000,000
bacteria -to the can and some were un -
3. Rinsing out by means of hose desirable. Of course the large dealer
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with either hot or cold water. This must have a machine' that will do good
and rapid work, but the main result to
is quite common at some plants but
is not satisfactory. be obtained is.a clean, sterile and dry
4. Rinsing out with hose and then can 'regardless of the machine used.
steaming with live steam. The main means to accomplish this is
thorough cleansing with washing pow -
5. Washing the cans out by means
der and water, rinsing, sterilizing with
of washing powder and hot water and
live steam, and rapid drying, then
a hand brush, then rinsing.
cover the can and keep it from con -
6. Same as 5, with an additional
rinsing with boiling water or steam- tamination.—TJ. S. Dairy Division.
rinsing
7. Cleansing by means of machines
of various kinds.
chines is a jet machine, by means of Screenings" iseited by the Dominion
In a bulletin entitled "Grain
One . of the simplest of these ma -
which sprays of cold and hot water Department that the loss entailed in
and of steam are successively forced shipping Western grain uncleaned
into the can. Some of these simple amounts to considerably more than
machines also have dryer attachments, half a million dollars. The following
is forced into the cans.- Another type
air account of an experiment by a West -
by means of which a draft of dry
ern grower should be of value in con -
of machine is the brush machine, by nection with the problem of eliminat-
means of which the cans are brushed Mg the waste due to the shopment of
out with washing powder and water grain subject to a dockage on ac -
and then rinsed. They may be steam- count of screenings.
ed after washing by a spray of live A monitor cleaner and a five horse -
Cleaning Grain at Threshing Time.
steam. Some of the largest machines
are Stted with powerful pumps, and
the cans, in an inverted position, are
run through the machine and sprays
of soap and water, rinse water, hot
water and steam are successively
forced into them under considerable
pressure. After being thus washed
and sterilized they are also dried in
the modern machines.
In justice to the farmer the dealers
should give considerable attention to
this question of washing the cans. If
the cane are allowad to go back un-
washed to the farmer 11 18 a very dif-
ficult and often an impossible task
for him, with his facilities, to clean
them. Even a rinsing wan cold water
is better than nothing, though of
course it is not satisfactory. It does
not matter what method Is used, so This experiment, it is argued,
proves that cleaning the grain on a
long as the cans are well cleansed and
sterilized. Tho drying of the cans is
also an important factor, Not only
does this leave the can in a 1 nach bet-
ter condition, but it will also preserve
its life, as it helps to prevent rust.
It is also important that the cover be
thoroughly cleansed and sterilized as
well as the can. Ib is not a good plan
to put the cover onto the can until
the latter is dry. When the covers
are not put back on the cans immedia-
tely, the cans should be kept in a clean
place where there is no dust or con-
tamination. The covers should be
placed tightly on the cans before they
are returned.
Some of the large dealers who oper-
ate country stations not 0019 wash the
cans in the city, but also rewash and
sterilize them when they arrive at the
country plant. This is owing to the
fact that the covers may be removed
from the cans during the trip back to
the country and thus the cans may
be contaminated.
Considerable experimenting has
been carried on by the Dairy Division
in regard to sterilizing sans. Bacteria
counts were made from cans receiving
ordinary washing and rinsing. The re-
sults showed that the cans contained
from 300,000 to 18,000,000 bacteria per
cubic centimeter, with an average of
4,600,000. To 10 gallons of milk put
into one of these cans there would be
added mere than 100 bacteria per cubic
centfineter, as an initial contamination
tram the can alone ; that is to say;
that is the least number that would be
added. With a little steaming these
same cans could be rendered prac-
tically sterile.
One dealer who had recently in -
power engine to run ib were purchased
and both mounted on an extra strong
wagon gear. A 15 -foot ordinary grain
elevator was attached to the elevator
lwagon or bin. Another box wagon
received the screenings (mostly brok-
en and shrunken grain). The cost of
the entire outfit, including operation,
repairs and interest on capital, was
131,195. The grower calculates that
he saved on his 80,000 bushel crop 1,-
600 bushels of broken and shrunken
wheat worth $960, freight on which to
the terminal elevator would have cost
$220, and haulage to the local elevat-
or $64. He thus has a profib of $49.
The out fit paid for itself in one year
and he says is as good as when it
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large farm is practicable where ono
has his own outfit. On a medium siz-
ed farm where the threshing is hired
out, it could not be done in the case
of grain hauled directly to market,
When the grain is stored on the farm
before hauling, cleaning is practicable
and advisable. The really practic-
able way for the whole country gen-
erally would be that the threshing
outfits should include a grain clean-
ing'attachment, as many of them now
do a sheaf loading machine.
Any ordinary threshing machine if
fitted with proper screens and care-
fully operated ie capable of removing
many of the smaller weed seeds thab
now constitute a considerable percent-
age of elevator screenings.—Seed
Branch, Ottawa.
Dairy Notes.
It is hard ta make some men realize
the great influence of a good, pure-
bred sire in a herd. The sire is more
than half the herd. If he is richly
bred, every heifer inherits from him
good butter traits.
Sires should be selected from fami-
lies of cows with rich records.
A good price for a superior bull is
money well invested. The difference
between the price of a strictly high-
class sire and an inferior one is made
up in the first lot of calves.
Keep the old bull that has proved
his merit.
Fill the silo as soon as the corn is
fit. When the kernel begins to glaze
is the right time. The more ears
there are on the stalk the better the
ensilage.
A silo is one of the best investments
on any farm. It means the succu-
lence of pasture all winter.
This means an increase in cream
and milk production at less cost.
Now is the time to turn off unprofit_
able cows. If after a good trial any
cow is below the standard in capacity,
send her to the butcher.
Peed windfall apples, with the grain
ration, and watch the results. Don't
let a single apple go to waste; there
is feeding value in every vegetable;
get the good there is in it. Little
things help to round up the profits.
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SCOTS ADVANCED,
IN SEA OF DEATH
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HERR IS A PEN PICTURE OF A
SCENE AT THE FRONT.
Officer Describes Experience in Hall.
Mile March Under German
Fire.
A wounded subaltern of the Scot-
tish Border Regiment has written
home;
Never again in my life do I want
to go through such unadulterated
hell. We entered • our assembly
trenches in a wood (nicknamed here
"Blighty" on account of its unhealthi-
ness) on Friday at 11 p.m. The din
of our own batteries forbade sleep, as
did also a few gas shells which Mr.
Fritz distributed around us at early
dawn. He then commenced searching
the wood to try and knock out our
batteries, which were evidently mak-
ing him very uncomfortable and an-
gry. Fifty-nine "brumps" and
lightning "whiz -bangs" 'burst right
over us, felling two big trees; but
strange to say, wounding only one
man.
At 6 a.m, our artillery commenced
its hurricane bombardment, which
lasted an hour and a half. I can't de-
scribe the infernal din, but the near-
est I can get is the roar of 1,000
trains going through a tunnel and
multiplied by 100! At about 7 a.m.
our gunners hit a Boche land mine
about two miles off, and the ground
shook like an earthquake. We thought
all our assembly trenches would col-
lapse on top of tis. At 7.15 our guns
found another land mine, which went
up with a terrific roar, accompanied
by the before -mentioned earthquake.
(We now learn that these mines were
the largest 'ever explodd in this war
80 far.)-
achine MGuns Spray Death.
At 7.30 a.m. our A Company left
the trenches and marched through
the wood to the corner where they
were to debouch and went out into the
open. D and B Companies followed
suit, and then C Company, which con-
cerns myself. Our half -mile march
through the wood was enough to
break one's nerve right away, for
machine guns were pouring lead all
through the wood from every direc-
tion, and how we got through that bit
without a single casualty is a mys-
tery. We arrived at our debouching
point, which by this time was being
shelled with high explosive and
shrapnel, as well as being the target
for 10 Boche machine guns, which
made the open ground a sea of death.
It was a disthsteful task leading my
men out, but it had to be done, as the
— Regiment were waiting behind
to follow up the Borders. We had
gone about 30 yards when three of
my brave lads were killed outright.
I then halted the men and made them
crawl on their stomachs another 20
yards, where we found cover in some
shell craters. Men were falling
everywhere. Then a shrapnel burst
overhead, Imocking opt some of my
brave fellows, killing three of them.
One of them next to me had his skull
telescoped by a huge shell splinter. I
got a small fragment in a most un-
romantic spot—it renderedsitting a
pain—which, however, did not worry
me3 mthueenh
gave the signal to advance,
and to their everlasting credit not a
man held back. Before we had gone
another 100 yards I found few survi-
vors of A platoon. We got into an-
other shell crater just as a lad was
hit in the arm by a machine gun bul-
let A corporal and I bandaged him
up as best we could and then a big
shrapnel beast burst right in front of
us and we go the full blast. Mc-
Knight, the corporal, had his thigh
smashed and arm broken and I got
a clout behind the right ear with a
splinter which knocked me silly.
Fight Way Through Gas.
I awoke to find myself alone in the
shell crater with my head roughly
bandaged. Mr. Knight must have
bandaged me and then himself and,
thinking me dead, crawled back to
the wood. I tried to stand up, but
everything seemed to reel about , me,
so I loosened my equipment, nd after
a drink from my water bottle began
the "longest" journey I ever wish to
make, crawling on hands and .knees
back to the wood.
The accursed machine guns were
sending up dirt all round me, and
why I an not riddled through and
throtigh is aperfeetly marvelous
thing, 11 God ever watched over any
man He watched over me last Sat-
urday on that never -to -be -forgotten
morning. I passed first one of my
fins fellows, then another, some doubl-
ed tip, others lying stiff, but all "gone
West" as 'bravely as any rnen in our
fittest Guards regiments
On my way I met one of my serge-,
ants with half his face blown away.
Do you know that this man wanted to
carry me, and got quite angry when
told him that it was he who wanted
carrying? Never shall I forget the
grit of that splendid chap, and I hope
shall meet him one day again in
Blighty,"
Wedding Ring of Lead.
A wedding ring made of lead is
going to adorn tho finger of Lady
noroti4 Walpole, daughter of the
Earl :of Oxford, on the day she weds
Capt, Arthur Mills, Tho ring le
rondo of e piece of shrapnel which
trr.ck. Captain Mills in the foot,
cm.tatentiv tAtn:ng
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