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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Seaforth News, 1926-05-06, Page 6GREEN TEA Those who have ,used Japan Young., yson or Gunpowder Tea will appre• date the superiority of this delicious blend, always so pure and rich. Try it. ED RcpmAyt1/41 ES: -o EDEN ptl TT5 tiwie- IL6U3TRATCO Ez "� ny R,0), siivrrg vomit) �••: , �``` BEGIN HERE TO -DAY. Mark Brendon, criminal investi- gator, is engaged bY JennyPendean to solve the mystery of the disappear- ance of her husband, Michael. Pen - dean is last seen in the company of Jenny s uncle,Robert Y Redmayne: Robert goes into hiding and sends for his brother Be dlgo to mee t him in a n secret cave Both men disappear and the cave shows evidence of a terrible struggle. Jenny marries .Giuseppe Dorin, who works for her uncle, Bendigo. They go to live in Italy where Jenny's uncle Albert Redmayne lives. Peter Gann,, famous American detective, assists Brendon in the investigation. When Doric: is arrested Jenny is Trilled by the Mallet intended for her husband when she throws herself in front of him to save his life. NOW 00 ONsiWITH THE STORY. Iter grandfather still lived, when first I met her, and the extent or dis- position of his wealth .seldom entered our calculations. But a year passed; Jenny was ready to wed me and begin life as my twin star; while I longed for her with a great longing, The situation cleared; her grandfather died; she would pre- sently be the possessor of ample means and I already enjoyed an in- come from the business of Pendean and Trecarrow. Then caste the war and the sentence of death incidentally pronounced by that event upon the brothers Red - Mayne. Their own folly and lack of vision were alone responsible. I did not argue with them; it was enough that Jenny swiftly awakened to even a bitterer hatred and a deeper fury of resentment than myself. They had roused the sleeping tempest and our lightning now became only a question of time. I evaded active service with a heart drug, as did some thousands of other intelligent men, I kept a whole akin, stopped at home and received for my Aare the Order of the British Em- pire instead of a nameless grave. It Was easy enough. Meantime we volunteered and our record of service at Princetown Moss Depot is not to be assailed. Already my future intention was coloring my life. I grew a heard, wore glasses and pretended delicacy of con- stitution; tor„after the war was done I intended murdering three men, and I proposed to do so in such.a manner that society woiikl find it impossible to associate me with the crimes. We pretended an affection for Dart- moor. As an example of our far rt+aching methods I may relate how we returned to the wilderness after the war was dens and actually began to build s bungalow upon it, which, needless to sae, we never had the least intention <f occupying. I had dt •i„ned first to destroy Ilen- tlig, tuui Albert. Redmayne, who had never seen rte, and finally deal with my old Mem], Robert; but it was he who came nt tho critical moment as a lamb to the slaughter and se inspired the eupet•b conception now familiar to the civilized world. Tho time Vias ripe to pluck these, men who had insulted and outraged pie; and when Iiendigo Redmayne ad- After Every. Meal, It: doesn't take -muds tokeep you in trian. i Nature only asks a little help. Wrigley's, after every meal, benefits teeth, breath, appetite and digestion. A Flavor for tEvery a' - r' 'T ._. case ISSUE No. 19—'26. _. vertised for a motor boatman, the challenge was accepted. I forged cer- tain foreign letters ter of commendation. liked Italians, 1' He ans from experience of them aboard ship, and he appreciated My letter and my imaginary war -re- cord. What 1vas the next step? An en- treaty from Jenny that I should shave my beard! She begged again and again and appealed to .Robert, • who supported her. I withstood thent until the: day of his destruction. Upon that .morning I appeared without it and they congratulated me. Other trifling preliminaries there were. ' On one occasion, when my wife rode down to Plymouth with her uncle on his motor bicycle, she left him to do' some shopping and, visiting Burnell's the theatrical costumer, she purchased a red wig for a woman. At home again she transferred it into a red wig for a man. Meantime I had made a pair of large mustaches, helping myself when Mrs. Gerry, our landlady, was out of the way -to hair from the brush of one of her stuffed foxes, whose color exactly resembled the rufous adornments of Robert Redmayne. When we started on his motor cycle, after tea, to do some work at the "I dropped him with one blow of my formidable weapon." bungalow, 1 took a handbag contain- ing my costume as Giuseppe Doria—a plain, blue serge suit, coat, waistcoat and trousers and yachtsman's cap. I also carried a tool—the little instru- ment with which I murdered the three Redmayne,. It resembled the bead of a butcher's pole -axe, of great weight with the wonting end sharpened, . I made it in a forgo at Southampton and it lies to -day under the waters of Como,- My bag I' had taken on pre- vious occasions to the quarry, with 'a battle of whisky anti glasses, so Robert thought it not strange that .1 should do so again, We started for Foggintor and it was still broad daylight when we got there. I had already studied the quarry and eetei•ntined on Robert .Redmayne', renting place. You will find, him -and the suit of clothes I was wearing that evening—in the moraine, where it opens fanwiso from the cliff above and Spreads into the bottom beneath Arrived at the bungalow, Robert's first demand was a bath in the quarry pool, To this I had accustomed him and we stripped and swam for ten minutes: When we returned from the pool into the shelter of the bungalow it was a naked man. I smote and drop- ped with one blow of my formidable weapon. His back was turned and the pole -axe head went through his skull like butter. The gloaming had long thickened to darkness when I went my way and laid the trail through Two Bridges, Pustbridge and Ashburton to Brix- ham. Once only was 1 bothered—at the gate across the road by Brixham' coast -guard station; but I lifted the motor cycle over jt and presently ascended to the cliffs of Berry Beall. Fate favored me in details, fon', despite. the hour, there were witnesses to every step of the route. On the cliff I emptied my sack, cast its stuffing to th•e winds, fastened my handbag to the bicycle, thrust the hlood-stained sack into :a rabbithole, where it could not fail to ise discover- ed, and then returned to. Robert Red- mayne', lodging at Paignton, There a telegram had already been sent in- forming the landlady' oe his return that night's s • I changed into the serge suit, cap and brown' shoes of Pork and packed tedmayne's clothes, tweeds.and showy watetcoat, boots and stockings into my handbag. with the wig and, mustaches and my, weapon. I walked to Newton Abbot and reached that town before six o'e1ocle. At the railway 'station •I breakfasted`' and presently took a train for Dart- mouth. Befoze noon I reached "Crow's Nest" and made acquaintance with .i3endigo Redmayne. But he had little, leisure for me at this moment, for there had already come news from his niece of the mys- terious fatality on Dartmoor. Needless to' say that my thoughts were now entirely devoted to my wife andI longed for her first corimtunica- tion. Our briefest separation caused me pain, foe our seals were as one and we had not been parted, save for my visit to Southampton, since our mar- riage day. It was her exquisite thought to in- volve the -man from Scotland Yard. When I sought to destroy him on Oriente and believed that I' had done' so, the man displayed an 'ingenuity for which I did not give hire credit and unconsciously laid the foundation of subsequent disaster. The letter which`Bendigo Redmayne received and supposed had come from his brother at Plymouth, was posted by Jennyjourney on her ] ey to "Crow's Nest.We h ad'vitt w en it tto the fl together week earlier and studied her - uncle's. indifferent penmanship very carefully before doing so. We proposed to ]et six mo s P ass before the death cath of_ B endngo Red- mayne,-and we were already contem- plating details and considering how best to bring his brother back upon the stage for the purpose of Ben's de- struction, when Mark ,Brendon blun- dered in upon us once again. , I swiftly brought Robert Redmayne to life; and though, with more leisure for refinements, I should not have clothed him in his old attire, yet that crude detail possessed -a value of its own and :certainly served to deceive Brendon. Of subsequent events, most are so familiar that there is no need to re- trace them. My tears fall when Is think of my, incomparable Jennyand tier astound- ing mastery of minutiae at "Crow's Nest"—her finesse and exquisite touch, her kittenlike delicacy, 'her cat -hike swiftness and sureness. The two re= Ings inyolved were as children in her hands. Oh, precious phoenix of a wo- man, you and I were of the same spirit, kneaded into our clay! I say that accident made a radical alteration of design vital, for I had intended, on the night when Robert Redmayne- would come and see- Ben- digo, to murder the old sailor in his tower room and remove him before morning with my wife's assistance. But the victim postponed his own de- struction, for upon the night thalahis death was intended, during my pre-, vious conversation with him touching Jenny, I had perceived, by his elpmsy glances and evidence of anxiety, that somebody else was in the tower room --unseen. There was but one hiding place and but one man likely to occupy it. I did not indicate that I had discovered the secret and it was not the detective. who gave himself away; but, once alive to h.is presence, I swiftly marked a flash of light at one of the little ventilation holes in the cupboard and perceived that our sleuth stood hid within it. Ilaving conveyed the old sailor to the cave, where, on my recent run up the coast after dropping Brendon, I had already looked in and lighted the lamp, I landed behind him and, as his foot torched the shore, the pole -axe fell. He was dead .in an instant and Tire.4%isfs The strain of holding and the ` work of lifting are bods elimin- ated with the Hotpoint Iron be- cause of its patenteai,Thumb Rest and I-Xeet Stand. Over ix mil- lion women have found in the Hotpoint Iron a freed. -n from. tired wrists and aching hacks. At the present low prices, you. 'should not overlook the comfort of the Hotpoint Iron. • 1$5.50 , - Special Hotpoint Icon $1 extra. A ta.zz.a Canadian General Electric Product I111911101111III1111111111111:111111111 CiI1 Arils Bank interest �' 1Vhen you use unlightS�ap HEN you put a dollar in' the bank- it',maq.earn as much as,four cents in a year's time. 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Made by Lever Brothers 'Limited Toronto Sold Everywhere „the Lar est- Selli .clund y ,Soap in the World S-70 five minutes later' his blood rim upon the sand, - Once' more my arittizing wife and I parted fa o'a brief period and then I had the joy of introducing her to Italy, where the remainder of our task awaited ns. And now for Italy. It true that in my early nunhood I had suffered a•sad accident at Napes, the secret of which was knewn'to'sny mother and myself alone, -I therefore' entertained solve grudge against her country; but. the feet at no time lessened my leve for the South (Tc, he continued.). Keeping Up His Reputation. Bug --"What makes you start out sand then go back- ilio ether way so often?" .Worm-"Becatiso the 'worm will turn,', you know!" Itis the inevitable end of guilt that it places its own punishment on' a chance which is sure to occur --L. E. Landon.. Minard's Liniment for burns, Job's ,Patience. ''Joh was a medical nein, you know, "I don't know- explain," "Haven't. you ever _ heard of the Patience of - Tots ?" Minalci's Liniment for backache. Love's Labor Lost. Slowly and carefully tete yoting man strode up and down the little lane at the back of his house ensiling the per- ambulator before hint. '• Lie had fixed a' weird hard of book rest to the handles, and 'WAS perusing the !lit est novel at the. sale Lime. 1 recently -a window was opened at id a vdice•5atled hint from the house. "Henry! Henry!" It cailod. But henry 'heeded not. An' hour later the same,voice called again, "What. do you want .?"meted Home, glancing up - from the hook, .'I9n busy. "t ]snow, dear," ensw'ered the voice. "But it's time to tale baby out DOW., You've been airing Harriet's dull most 'of the afternoon!" A Poem Worth' Knowing: "Ships That Pass: in the Night."' This is one of, the shortest and inost beautiful of the poems of Henry"\Valls. worth, Longfellow, the New England - Peet, whose popularity sins. neves' waned in' tills ummtl'y, He is not re- garded as one of the world's supreme' Poets, but Itis appeal,. which isa sim- ple one, Is to the multitude and not only to the few. Ships that pnssin the night and spetilt ' eaeb oilier inn passls g' Only a signal shot O ,anda distant voice lit tine daa'kneses So au the pecan of life 'are Pass and: seeak ono another, Only a mole --and a voice; then dark - nese again and a silence. Blue :sponges have. appeased, They 1 harmonize li ely with the c0:03' schem of the cold -bath devotee. /� '.$$IyY'rf',P�/: I.tS�t �gOV�^•,•n.,••�Y,,;�4 •pouLl RY,GAME,EGGsq:. Burr ERAtaoFEATHERS WE Ouna7,L )EaR Robr✓n - Nrito iorl,yf s'pr'ioes--era Nitao leen dheassJSr a nveelc'rliead P. Pg1UUN G CQ..,IM 96-39 nLoe cmif,sot l-AInT ,rtLr, n't NEW RUGSit IlanaliPricc c From Ytsllr sorrc. NEI04B01., . If I were asked" to' namethe chief difference "between 'llving in town (as'" I used to do) and living in the country (as i now chiefly do), X tfiink P' should say that it consisted in the place which the moon fills in our every -day life,' especially of course ;ip;•the ,dark, sea - sou of the year• It night almost be saki that we do not dieeove• the moon, until we live in the country.? In town it is only another" and' a,'larger lamp ]ntng.aloft the street, We do not need iLto light us on our witty and aro ferent to its coining and going. -If it: shines, well; If it clops not shine, no matter. • But in the'country'the moon Is not an unconsidered and casual visitor :whose movements are of suet "little account that we do not trouble to study them, It is, on the contrary, the most important- and most discussed neighbor we. have, - In town we do not think of the moon in neighborly terms,. It is something remote and foreign, that does not come within the scope of our• system, We should miss the - lamp across'tlie roaduthat sends a friendly ray through h or indPv cur- ' tains all night, and if we went, own to Piccadilly Circus ane evening and did not see the colored eigns twinkling on the sleep -fronts we should feel lonely. ' •But if the noon did not turn up one evening accor'ding to plan, hardly one Londoner in a thousand would notice the fact, It is otherwise .with us. country butnpklns. The neighborliness' of the moon and of the stars is one of the al- leviations of our solitude, We have no street lamps or pretty -colored 'sky - signs to loop et, and so we look at the Great Bear and Orion, the Sickle and the Pleiades, trace out Cassiopeia's chair and watch to see Sirius come up over the hilltop like -a messenger bear - ine thrilling tidings: We know they are far off,. but there is, frothing be- tween us, and intimacy seems_to make them curiously near and friendly -A • • cloddy night that blots out the stars is as gloomy en. experience _:for us as an accident at the electric power -house that puts 'out_ the street lights and plunges the heuee in darkness Is to the dwellerinHampstead and Clapham. The Cheerful Nights. But it is the moon that is oui' most precious neighbor, dndethe hour of its rising and setting regulates our com- ings and goings. "1f I1 failed to turn up one night all the countryside would know about it. There would be a- uni- vernal .hue -and -cry and no ones would sleep In his bed for watching. Won the sialde of the new moon appears in the sunset sky the cheerful nights set 15. There Is iio need to light the Lan- tern it we want to go to the wood -shed or to the chicken -run at the end al the' garden to investigate some unfamiliar sound that proceeds from thence. If there is anything contemplated at the village schoolroom down in the valley 1t IS fixed for ass evening when the moon is high to light us by road or' 11eld--path; and when the moon is near the foil we reach the high' festival of our country nights. Willie I have been writing, Ilse moon bas' been gathering' power. The night .is clear and full of stars. Times is the glisten of frost on the: grass. The vend hasfallenand the slain that glim- mere'below• lu tbzs moonlight is sound- less ".it would be tt sin not to be abroad on ,such a night. ' Moreover, Ben and Jeff need a run before'set- tling down for sleep. Thee love the moonlight, too, nbt for its poetry but for its aid in the ceaseless, but ever unrewarded, task of exploring rabbit - holes and ether futile hints of sports, "Come, Ben, Come, Jeff! Walk."— From "Many.. Farrows," llyAlpha of the Plough, Spring in An English Village. naln bas fallen, ;luring the night. .The.morning is gray with thin clouds and sunlight struggling to pierce their filmy veil,. The air is fresh and• damp. and the hidden orchestra of insect music is in full play% - is every spring more wonderful than the last? Such -a question comes he vobsularlly on such a morning. 'Sure- ly apple blossom -Is ,the_ chosen bloom to decorate spring's 'mew dress." For look` here or there, the orchards are all rise In white and pale pink. Cow patrs!ey has sprung up -everywhere and is having its own. way over grass and'. flower, making 0haze of grayish white over the green ; but the gay young hut- tercups'will not be bidden end are thrushes up their cups of yellow gold. Tho inquisitive cow half hidden In the growth turns a mild eye to inspect the. stranger, and' hslisilecd of peaceful in - tontine r s unies a leisurely chewing, Not rar two;' 1s a long, low thatchad cottage, white and Wasik. There is no size of habitation, for Its Wickets turn- ed to the orchard and its windows aro to:1ulens, - Youth. ,-rait01-hied April, dress'd in all Isis trim, }fa 11, put ge epi{it• of:yiuth ice every, th; ng, --Shakespeare, ,' 00 ,,at throw away your aid tarnots �: or rugs, -Let -us, re -weave theta into beautiful now 'Russ, lianlleen•e in ep.•'+<-1 poaranco and an ecanoreioni :wool. to any home.. - �. •-Write for Catologuo 1,10. 10, I THE-RIRN CO. Limited', : Ottawa, titan Can He Prove It? 1'bnt renewwhojust wean out is a queer old duffer," rtimifrlced the bar• bus ci Coo firot chair. ' nut 1?' inquired the menBelt 1* hint, •- o lhrf.l, he; he boys c lot of hair foul* . anti, uses' it ail on his head,"