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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Seaforth News, 1923-09-27, Page 2roc r far a trial par 3Lge o y, If a'OU.a enjoy green tea ',Past will be satitto tied With no °tiler blend, — Try it today. The Hidden our ti go up lo London, and the news had better be kept from him—The ; police, did you say? You'd better come round, here at once. Pm blessed if I know what to do in the matter. I tollyou. the man can't be moved for a month, and if he's told, it'll probably kill him. Come round here, that's a good chap— Eh, what's that you say—a lady in the car with him?—Nonsense, You're talking rubbish—absolute rot. Yes, thafll be best; come along at once," Dr. Trehorn .may not have been a very brilliant young man, but he was cool and level-headed, and he under- stood his business, ` His immediate business was to look after his patient and restore Merrington to health. Be- yond that, always thinking of Mer- rington in the first place, his business was to keep ,hisword to the unknown woman who had thrown herself upon his • mercy. He saw, clearly enough, that the fact of Merrington's wife be- ing dead would not in any way solve the problem of the "eternal triangle,". for in this case it had not been a tri- angle. From what the woman had said he had gathered that she was married and that she had goneback to her husband. Ile filled his after-brealdast pipe, lit it, and looked at the clock. It was BY J. B. HARRIS-BURL.AND not yet quarter -past nine. At ten o'clockhe usually started out on his rounds. But to -day he would have to leave the house a little later—perhaps he would not be able to leave it until nearly noon. "The house will have to be guarded like a fortress," he said to himself. It would have been easy enough' to guard it if the police had not been dragged into the matter. But the whole situa- tion had changed. "Suicide," he thought, "possibly murder—no, not Merrington, someone else." It seemed impossible to him that Merrington could have murdered his wife. That face, so gentle, and.: so strikingly beautiful, was not the face • of a murderer. He stretched out his hand and rang the -bell. The house-parlormaid, a grey-haired woman of fifty, came into' 'the room. She had entered his father's service at the age of twenty-five and had worked fox the family ever since. The 'cook was a few years older and. remembered when he had been born. Could he rely on these two women to see him through a difficulty that did not in any way threaten his own hap- piness?' (To be continued.) The World's Book -Shop. Have you ever wondered how many books there are in existence? On the average, two hundred thousand' vol- umes are published each year through- out the world, and, as eight and a half million books appeared last cen- tury, one can obtain a fairly good idea of the size of the world's boob -shop.' Adding together the number of vol- umes published in each century since e printing was invented, the astonishing e`. total of sixty millions is reached. The amount, of energy, time, paper, and printer's ink which have gone to pro- duce all these books is incalculable. A great many of these publications are eaob worth more than five thous CHAPTER V.—(Cont'd.) "1 am sorry to trouble you, Si' Alexander," said Detective -Inspector Ditton, when he was shown into • the library, "but we cannot find Mr. Mer- rington. The:servant told us that he had left London in his ear, and that he was going to spend the night with a Mr. Ardington, who lives at Ded- bury in Kent, Mr, Ardington is on the telephone, and we managed to find his number and get on to him. He said that he had expected Mr. Merrington about eight o'clock, but that he had not arrived." "I see, And what do you think. I know about it?" "Well, sir, the servant told us you had called and that you'd had a long talk with Mrs. Merrington. , And we thought that perhaps she had told you of some change in her husband's plans, and besides, we should like to know whether- Mrs. Merrington was —well, quite' compos tnettcs, so to speak " For a few moments Sir Alexander. Bradney was silent. Then he said, "Sit down, Ditton, and have a cigar," He liked to be on friendly terms with the police, and he knew the detective quite well. "Thank you, sir," said Ditton,'tak- ing a cigar from the case that was held out to him, and biting off the end with a sharp movement of his strong teeth. He was a sturdy fellow of about forty, wither small black mous- tache and a reddish face. "May I ask how you come to be mixed up with this?" queried Brad- ney when the detective had lit his cigar and seated himself. "The police telephoned to the Yard at once, sir." "Ah. so bad as that, eh? You sus- pect suicide?" "Yes, sir—well, if you could tell me--„ "Certainly," Sir Alexander inter- rupted. "Mrs.. Merrington was quite well` whenI saw her, but she seemed to be worried about something." "Ah, that is what we want to know, sir," said Mr. Ditton, taking out a notebook and writing, in it. "Worried?" "Yes—pale and nervous—but hind you, I have never seen her before and she may have been always like that". "Did she say anything, sir, to lead you to suppose she was worried?" "Nothing, Ditton—nothing at all. 1 went there to see Merrington about painting a portrait of my wife. Mer- rington was away and I had a shat with Mrs. Merrington." "When did you leave, air?" "Oh, at about half -past nine." "The servant was out, sir, wasn't she?" "Yes, Mrs. Merrington apologized for that. It appears that the servant goes home every evening from nine to ten Her parents live close by." "Yes, so the girl told me, sir. And. she was late to -night. She did not return until 10.20. Mrs. Merrington was then apparently dead.. She was lying on the drawing -room floor. On a small table near to an arm -chair by, the fire there was a wine -glass and a bottle of pink Noveau." "Deadly stuff'," interrupted Brad- ney, "and very difficult to get now." Yes, sir. And it was a claret glass, and there was still some of the liqueur at the bottom of it. At first the ser- vant thought that her mistress was intoxicated." "Ah, did Mrs. Merrington drink?" "No, sir—not that' we know of—but that was the idea that first came to the servant. She telephoned for a doctor and the doctor sent for the police." "Why did he send for the police?" "Ile came to the conclusion that Mrs. Merrington had been poisoned by . cyanide of potassium or prussic acid. r He eves certain of that, sir, but as you I know, the symptoms are similar,: The glass and the bottle have been remov- ed for examination and analysis. Did you see either glass or bottle when you called, sir?" "I did not, Ditton. Shall I be want- ed at the inquest?" "Inn afraid so, sir." "Well, I hope you'll arrange to call me out of working hours. I am very,! very busy " 1. Yes, sir—I know. I suppose you l Aft r Every A universal custom that benefits every- body. Aids digestion, &canses the teeth, soothes the throat. a g- od tMng to remember Sealed in Its' Purity Package THE FLAN STS `M tot u w'"i a7a? ai 'sena No. 39—'23. • I m afraid I can't. Mrs Merrmg . ' cant help us to find Mr. Merrington?" 1 ton told me just what•the servanttold you." Sir Alexander rose from his chair. "My wife is not very well," he con- tinued, "but, of course, if you want Ito ask me any more questions—" t "Oh, no, sir—and I have no time to waste myself. I suppose her :ladyship! could not help us in any way?" "I don't see how she could." "She must have known Mr. Mer- rington pretty well, sir." "Well,' she had about twenty sittings for her portrait." "She 'has not seen him lately, I sup- pose sir?" "Oh, not for over a month, and I don't believe she's ever met Mrs. Mer- rington at all." "Could I ask her ladyship a few questions, sir?" "Not now, T'ln afraid. She is ill in bed. But if she has anything to say she can say it at the inquest. Well, if you'll excuse me—" The detective took his departure, and Sir Alexander Bradney walked slowly up the marble` staircase. On the first floor landing he leant against th bronze rail and looked down into th hall. His face was very white, and he seemed to be out of breath. CHAPTER VI. "7, Romney -mansions, Chelsea," said Merrington, in answer to Tre horn's question. "My studio is in Icing's -road -173c, I say, I'd no idea you didn't lmow my address. You ought to have got that out of me last night." I couldn't have sent a telegram to your wife until this morning," the young doctor replied, "and I didn't want to wake you from your sleep, Feeling a bit shaken up, aren't you?" "Yes—aching all over. Your name's' Trehorn, isn't it? Look here • I can't remember anything about this motor accident. You must tell me what hap- pened." I only know I found you on the road and the car was in the hedge. You'd got a suit -case with you, so I suppose you were going to stay some- where for the night." John Merrington closed his eyes. It was an effort for him to think. He could . only remember Paula and the studio. It was Paula's birthday and there was a crowd of people. They had given a dance and supper and it had cost a great deal of money. They had quarrelled about that on the way home to the flat. Ho remembered that he had slept on the sofa because Paula had asked a girl to stay the night with them. That was the last thing he could remember. And here he was —in a strange xoom and a strange house, and aching all over, and a dull pain at the back of his head, and Tre- horn, a complete stranger, asking him for his address. "I live near Dedbury," said Trehorn after a pause. `I suppose you don't know anyone at Dedbury?" "Yes, of course I do—old Ardington. I wonder if I was going to spend the night with Ardington. I've often stay- ed with him." "I know Mr. Ardington- Shall I ring hire up?" "Yes—please ring him up—very Iikely I was going to stay with Ard- ington—I say this is a queer business. What is the date?" January the thirty-first.' "January the thirty-first!" echoed Merrington. "And my wife's birthday is on June the fourth. Merciful Hea- vens! I've lost seven months of my life." "Oh, you'llgot,your memory back," laughed Trehorn, even if we have to supply you with an artificial one." '. "Now what do you mean by that?" asked ,Merrington. "Oh, well—othe,rs can fill upthe blank for you—construct something like the iron framework of a building, and then by degrees you'll be able to. put in all the rest yourself. Now I'll telephone to Mr. Ardington and then send off this wire to your wife, And I shall have to see about the wreck of the car, I suppose." He left the room, and as he walked down the narrow stairs with his hand on the pitch -pine rail the telephone bell rang, and he hurried into the con- _ and pounds, and the total value of the world' s book stocks must run into many millions. Stacked together, they would form a fair-sized mountain, the ascent of which would take several hours.. The three largest libraries in the world are the British Museum Libr- ary, which has four million volumes; the Bibliotheque Nationale, at Paris, which has three millions; and the Lib- rary of Congress, Washington, with just half a million less. Thus, between them alone, these three great institu- tions possess nine and a half million books of all kinds. Man's Days. A :sudden welkin', a sudden wepin', A 11'1 eutkin', a ICI s•]eepin'; A cheel's full joys an a cheer's short sorrows, W' a power 0' . faith in gent to -mor - Young blood red-hot an' the love of a maid, One glorious day as'll never fade; Some shadows, some sunshine, some triumphs, come tears, An' a gatherin' weight o' the flyin' years. Then old man's talk 0' the days be- hind '9; Your darter's youngest darter to mind 'e; A lf'1 dreamin', a 11'1 dyfn'; A 11'1 low corner o' earth to lie in. —Eden Ph-llpotts, When the price of good tee is high, many poor cheap. teas are offered to the public, Those who buy them learn to their sorrow that price does not indicate their cost, To the pound more satisfying and fiavory cups can lie brewed from a fins tea like "SALADA," hence its reel economy in' e. . e eeee tit the THE SECRET OF TRUE MOTHER LOVE, use - further guarantee against shedding and detractsnothing from its attrac tivepess. o Do not neglect to gather an armful of pussy willows or catkins next spring. Dried before they become too ripe, they will keep, several 'seasons, if a new supply is not to be had "My dear," said oneewom1n`to an other, `II hear your son is going t be married. Your poor heart must be. broken." ._ The mother laughed. "I am not an object of pity," she said; "I am a sub ject for congratulation." "What!" cried the first woman. "Do you mean to tell me that you are will- ing to give up your only child to an- other woman?" "Willing, andglad," replied the mother, "for I want my son to be happy." "Children are ungrateful creatures," said the first woman, bitterly. "We spend our lives toiling and sacrificing for them, and as soon as they are big enough they leave us. I remember when your husband died, we wondered how you would get along. Well, you did, by working your fingers to the bone, Y. "ou went without everything your- self, but your, boy was always fed and clothed, and by hook or crook' you put him through school. Now he forsakes you for a pretty girl: I say his duty is to you. He has no right to marry as long as you live." "Nonsense," replied, the mother. "I did my duty to my child, but am I a female Shylock to exact a pound of flesh in payment for having taken care of him while he was young and helpless? "I know there are mothers who think that their children belong to them body and soul, and that they have a perfect right to exact any sac- rifice of them. -I have known talented women whohave been balked in their ambitions by tyrannical and exacting mothers, and I have seen pretty girls grow into faded old maids nursing neurotic mothers who would not em- ploy an attendant. "And I've known more than one whining old' woman who kept a bach- elor son dancing attendance upon her, and who told you how it would have killed her for her son to marry; how she made him promise he would never leave her; how she broke off a love affair that he had in his youth, and how she knew he was so much hap- pier with her than he would have been with a wife, because no wife would have been -as particular about cooking him -the things he wanted as she was. "Personally, I feel that I could do no more wicked thing than keep my son from marrying. He is, to begin with, a born family man, the sort of man who could never be happy living in, clubs, playing cards, and listening to men's . gossip for a lifetime. He must have his own home, his own wife and children, and I would be worse than a fiend if I kept him from the sweetness of 'a wife's love and 'com- I panionship, and the joy of feeling. his baby's arms about his neck, "My son loves me. We are unusual- ly companionable. I am an old and experienced housekeeper. Doubtless I make him far more comfortable than his young wife will. But I am not foolish enough to think that my home is really home for him, or that a mother's love takes the place of a wife's love. "And so, while he is young and eap- able of loving and inspiring love, I de- sire to see him marry, Nothing brings out all that is best and strongest in a man as does having ,a wife and chil- dren dependent on hiin. Nothing spurs on a man's ambition so much as -desir- ing to get the best for those he loves. I want my son to marry' because I love my sex, and I want - to present to some girl the best gift on earth—a good husband." WINTER BOUQUETS. Even though Mrs. 'Farmer neglected to plant her everlastings, or straw flowers, last spring, she need not have to go without her winter bouquet if she is willing to go to a little trouble. Whereas the city sister must go' out and buy hers, the country woman may find material to "make as attractive ones in the woods' and hedgerows. One of the prettiest T ever saw' was made of the common milkweed. After the pod. has shed its seed,- or is about to do so, the plant should be cut, tak- ng most of the stalk, which afterward may be discarded if found too: long. The, plants should then be`hung, heads downward, in a cool dark place to dry. When "the last rose of summer is faded and gone" bring them out- to the light, and with water colors paint the inside of the open pod. A delicate rose -pink blends beautifully with the oft gray of the pod, but other colors may be used to carry out any particu- ar color scheme. Combined with evergreen or, if that is not to be had,' with artificial green, 'they mance a bouquet fit to grace any pert of the • Turtle— "Su yciiwere in a pretty The Champ Wriggler sulting-room. "Hallo," he said, lifting the receiver tight hole," from its hook. "Yes, Pin Trehorn— oh, that's you, Ardington, is it? I was Snake-- S ', but I managed' to just going to ring you up. Yes, Mer- vrr.ggle out of 11' ringgton is here—My God, that's ter- ribie!—No, of course Merrington can't Mu -lard's. Lir, ,nenf Heals Cuts: s 1 In many localities a plant. known as everlasting growe wild, Thie may be; dried in ehe salne manner as mille.; weed and, when the time comes to make -the bouquet, may he dipped a solution of • good dye to make it any, desired shade. Dry again and combine with green. The blossoms are• small, ; borne in Ousters, and if ,clyed blue re-' semble the fringecitgentian or wild aster of summer time. , I The cat -tail, which grows profusely in marshy places, is,another good one. It must be cut before fully ripe to in-; sure against its shedding, and &lea according to the rule for the &bora. A coat of clear varnish or shellac is HOLDERS FOR BIRTHDAY CANDLES.' I ain anxious to tell the readers of my recent discovery. , Perhaps some of you have made a similar one. Last Thursday was my little son, Jerry's,! seventh birthday. To hold the family! custom, he must have, a birthday cake with candles. When 3 came to make the cake I found I had the dandles but no candle holders, As the 'candles had to be lighted, the wax would run down and mingle with the frosting, and this would not do at all. Having some marshmallows in the house I used for holders, and they answered the purpose very well. With cake coloring I marked the face on each marshmallow, placing the candle in the mouth, much to the amusement of my little son.—Mrs. F. W. A NEAT AND SERVICEABLE APRON. 4030. Percale with' facings of linen is here depicted. Black sateen • with .:r•etonne would be attractive, as would also crepe with trimnung of a con- trasting color or' with rick rack for a finish. The Pattern is cut in 4 Sizes: Small, 34'-36; Medium, 38-40; Large, 42-44; Extra Large, 46-48 inches bust meas- ure. A Medium size requires 434• yards of 36 -inch material, Pattern mailed to any address on receipt of 15c in silver or stamps, by the' Wilson Publishing Co., 43 West Adelaide St.,. Toronto. Allow two weeks for receipt of patterns. "THERE IS NO WORSE TEA." When Mary Antin was a little girl in Russia she was sent by her mother who kept a shop todeliver a package of tea to a customer. It was her first important errand -so we learn from her autobiography, which the Atlantic Monthly prints—and, like most chil- dren in such circumstances, she was filled With a sense of herdignityand importance.. As it proved she was more dignified than diplofnatic. It was, she writes, a.good-sized ex- pedition for me to make alone, and I was not a little pleased with myself when I delivered my package of tea safe and intact into the hands of my customer. But the customer was not pleased at all. She sniffed and sniffed; she pinched the tea; she shook it all out on a table. "Na, take it back,' she said in disgust; "this is not the tea I always buy, It's a poorer quality," I knew that the woman was mis- taken. So I spoke up manfully. "Oh, no,' I said; ".this is the tea my mother always sends you, There is no worse tea." Nothing in my life ever hurt the more than the woman's answer' to my argument. She laughed; she simply laughed. But even before she had con- trolled herself sufficiently to talk I understood that I had spoken lice a fool and had lost for my mother a customer. Lifebuoy may be safe- ly used on the— tender-est skin. It is wond•etftelly cleansing for little hands, faces and bod. les. Lif,bnny LAW h , beauti- ful healthy skins. Ltet When Love Says "Don't." Don't mail that sarcastic, bitter let- ter which you wrote In an angry mood, and which gave you a feeling of spite- ful satisfactton because you thought you had done a smart thing and were going to "get square" with someane who had Insulted you --burn it. There is a better way, love's way. Try it. Don't say the mean thing you have been planning to say to someone you think has been`lnean to you. Instead, give him the love thought, the mag- nanimous thought. Say to yourself, "He is my brother. No matter what he has done, I can't be mean to him. I must show my friendliness, my mag- naniinity to this brother." This is Lave's.way. 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The Kelsey iSthemost efficient and economical syetem of home heating ever devised arid will heat the ma !lest' cottage orthe largest mansion properly and heal thfully. MAY ViiE YOU PAFITICULARSP CANADA FOUN DR I ES FORGINGS LI NI iTED JAMES SMART PLANT aeoCItylur, cern Mustard' neutralrzes the richness of fat foods and makes them easter to digest., Mustard enables you to' enfoy and assimilate fciod which otherwise would burden the digestive organs. F,X-EMPRESS YORE IS 'MAGIC FIGURE DRIVEN FROM' RUSSIA, IS LIVING IN ENGLAND. Queen Alexandra's Sister Still Cherishes Hope That Ex - Czar and Family Are Alive. Ragland, ever an asylum for exiled royalty, has seldom sheltered a ,inore' tragic figure than the aged ex -Empress Marie Feoiorovna of Russia, says a Russian despatch. A frail, delicate woman, now near - lug the fourscore mark, she has passed through agonies during the lust few years that might well have broken the body and mind of even a younger wo- Once Eroprese of a land that em- braced one-seventh of the earth's sur- face, oho in now virtually deatitute and dependent in large measure upoil the bounty of her sister, the Dowager Queen Alexandra of England. In the last half dozen years She has seen her son, Czar Nicholaa, lose his thaene. Next came the murder of the Cear and Czarina and their five child- ren, and now her aged eyes see the. tracted and ruined, Those of her k and immediate friends who did 11 Imeet cruel deaths are scattered to thi ;four earners of the earth, end most of them, like, the, aged eX-Emprese, are sunk in poverty. Copenhagen and London. The consort of the late Emperor Alexander divides her time between Copeniaagen, where she was born, and London. Here England's venerable Queen mother shares her stately home, Marlborough House, with her unfortunate sister, whenever it is Marie's wish to aocept its shelter. She has now been wtth Alexandra for sev- eral months., although reporM that she would adopt permanent residence here In London the ex -Empress' life is one of the utmost eimplicity. She fre- quently drives out with Queen Alex- andra, but takes DO pert in state care- 111°Tnhinalss' the two seaters are together in their old age as they evere in their girlhood days sixty years. ago in the Yellow Palace, Copenhagen, both daughtees of King Christian IX. of Denmark. Few lives could be In more striking contrast than theirs. Few royal personages in these days, when monarchies are crumbling all over Europe, have had a more tranquil existence than Queen Alexadra. It would be hard to imagine sorrows more poignant than those through which the aged Marie has passed. It is surpriSing but a fact that Marie still cherishes the hope that her. son, ex -Czar Nicholas, is alive. This hope is Marie's chief consolation. To her intimatee she often confides her belief that Czar Nicholas and his family are still alive and in concealment earn& where and that the rumor e their tragic murder has been spread for some secret purpose ahdeeserves to shield theer concealment, Witnessed Czar's Arreet Although this Idea receives little eredence in ,England, belief that the Czar and Czarina and their children still eureive is said to be spreading among the Russian peasantry. A myth it probably is, but none lese It has taken hold of the imaginatten not only of the aged royal exile but of the pea, santry whose lot has steadily grown worse in the land from which Marie was banizbed. Thus a consoling hope or plans mem- ory or myth—whatever one chooses to call it—makes a wide appeal ana is rapidly becoming a legend such as thoee which hitherto have been no- ticed in RUSS10.11 history and in the history of other nations under the Erapress Marie was eye-witnees to the last scene at Mehileff, when the Czar was arrested. Thatingh the closed windows of her railway carriage she watched the depareure of her fallen son. She never saw hitt afeerward. Then followed the period of her per- sonal persecution. Robbed of her jewels and perSonal belongings,. she was driven by the Bolshevists out ot first one refuge in Ruesia and then an- other. She finally sought proeection ander the Riedel !leg hi Mahe. A New Lake. Recent explorations in the very centre of Australia have resulted In !season `It has a circumference of- 20 1miles. The surface wee described es "a moving Mass of clucke." At Alice Springs, in the MacDonell range, where settlements have already been madO Many miles beyond the terminus ihe railway, the climate in July and early August is described as ideal. There oto frosts at night and some- times lee in the morning. Fruits and ingly pr•olific. "The white children of the pioneers hi this remote district look like English children and the itclulte are pictures of health" --eat least in the eyes et Australia's enthusiastic exCl7ireGrain'slliers co_____nta' in approximately ninety per cent. of water. The English language conteins be- tvveen 400,000 and 500,000 words.