HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Seaforth News, 1926-12-30, Page 2I"Well', well, my dear, I am very glad
yo u have told me of this.If Mr.'But-
1er.is ever taken and in danger send
�mo•word of it, and I will see what I
can do. By the way.;: tiro toad you
this about :a scapegoat?"
"Capt.Tretnayne."
"Capt Tremayne? Oh, the man who
killed Same y: v"
r Tale -Teller; Author of "Bardolys the Magnificent." Another `dile didn't,"she. cried "Capt.'Tre-
ring Story of Adventure and Love in a New Setting I Mayne says that he didn't and if he
says so it is so."
I "Oh, of course Miss A•rmytage!"
He' was a man ot` unparalleled valor.
and boldness, yet so fierce was she in
WHO'S WHO. littler "Why do you say that? Do you that moment that for the life oT him
Lt. Richer() Butler of the Irish dra- , possess some know -edge that you have he dared nob -have contradicted her.
goons,; on a foraging ex eaition during not revealed?" "As for, this tale of a duel," she con -
Wellington's car aign against the She made a good recovery. "1 pas- Itinued. "I ask your lordship: Had
Fre I t commits an of- secs the knowledge that you should Oapt. Tremayne desired a secret meet-
rah in Poituga„ comm " ho , with (,Dunt Samoval, would : he
fence during a drunken revelry, which possess yourself,' she told him. I Iha o chosen the enclosed garden of
arouses theresentments 'or Portuguese know Ned for a man incapable of such � have
residence of'all places in
Officials, and disappears from bis regi- a thing. I am ready to swear that he which to ho'd it?"
ment. - could not have Wellington was overcome with as-
Terence O'Moy, brother-in-law of "I Iden to It '�
Butler and adjutant -general, is visited tonishment, and he showed it.
by ladyship 1 1 d h' ldl} "Upon my soul, he said, "I do net
Miguel Forj:.s, Portuguese secre- "The court?" she cried. "Do you appear to have been told any of the
1•, :y of state, wbo warns Sir Terence mean that I shalt have to give evi- facts. This certainly puts ,a' mon
that 'Butler must be shot for his of- deuce?" • strolls strain upon belief. hy did
fence. promises. "Naturally," he answered. "You will not O'Moy acquaint. me with these
O'Mo pro s !y, fA"+�
SIE SNARE
BY RAFAEL SABATINI.
.The Haste
Stir
The Peninsular War.
done it
see• evidence as character.
may weigh with the court."
Her oo ee atinn ; w•i
Principal Souza of the council of have to say what you saw.
regency is oppop.=d to Lord Well nu, ' "Oha no, no Y" In, her alarm she
ton's plan to devastate part of Pot half -rose, then sank again to her
orations until the British commander -Terence. I couldn't—I really couldn't." last night concerning. Tremayne. But
in -chief has issued the ultimatum thati Ile laughed with an affectation of
unless Souza be removed from theindn::genre, masking something else`
government he, Wellington, will with -1 Mullins coming to set fresh covers,
from the country. the conversation was ab:ow ed to lapse
Una O'14Ioy, Sir Terence's wife, and Nor was it resumed fol at that mo -
gal and interferes with nnatary CP-. chair, You must keep me out of this,
T1
"I don't know,' she said quietly. She
was tempted to tel his lordship of the
<i..
odd words that O'Moy had used to her
she hesitated, and whilst she hesitated
came Co:quhoun Giant clanking across
the quadrangie.looking for his lord-
ship.
"And, indeed, you arrive very op -
Butler's sister, hides Butler, unknown vent; with no other announcement portunaly, Grant, Wellington con
to her husband, save such as was afforded by his quick fessed.
Count Samoval avowedly an extent step, a short, slight man entered the Returned to take his leave of Jack
supporter of Wellington, assures. Una quellasegie from the doorway of the Arm'ta'ge's niece.
that he will aid Dick if given an op ffi 1 "I'll not forget either Mr. Butler or
portunity.
Capt. Ned Tremayne, O'Moy's sec-
retary, is in love with
Sylvia Arnrytage, Una's cousin, a
clear -thinking, intelligent, young lady.
o cra wing.
Sir Terence caught his breath in an
exe1amtnation of astonishment.
"Lord Wellington!"he cried, and
was immediately on his feet.
At the exclamation the newcomer
checked and turned. He hated: a mo -
CHAPTER 'XVIII.—(Coert'd.) vent, then advanced quickly, and
" As he sat at his desk staring into bowed with a mixture of stiffness and
•
vacancy there came a rush of steps in courtliness to ,the ladies.
thehall outside the deer of his study "Do not suffer ane to disturb you,"
was flung- open, and Miss Armytage be begged them, "Sit down) O Moo, 1
p
came sharply to rause him. ,did not intend to break in on your
"Mullins has just told lee that Capt. privacy.'
Sir Terence placed the hospitality.
Tremayne has been ordered under ar-� lordship's. disposal.
rest for -for ::riling Count Samovai..of his table at hisi ,
Is it true?" she demanded wildly, But the fatter declined graciously,
e „ A leas of wine and water, if you
It is true, he answered her. I „
ed andput a!wia. Ito mere.
"But—"oShe sat, 4 , 1 The party made conversation, what
hand to her throat, 'Olr, you can't'tinre the great soldier sippea his wine
believe it! • Capt. Tremayne is not the • and water. When at last he set down
man to do a murder." land
empty glass Sir Terence took this
"The evidence points to a duel,"he
answered dully. Ias the intimation of his readiness to
"A duel! She looked at him, and deal -with official natters, and, rising,
:he announced himself entirely at his
then, remembernt Lord Wellington's'
edict, "Oh, God,' she gasped:
He looked at her most closely, and
gradually compassion crept into his
face. "You care for him, Sylvia?" he
said, between inquiry and wonder.
"We' -1, well! We are both foal's to-
gether, child. The man is a dastard,.
a blackguard."
She drew away from him, bewilder-
ed and horrified.
"Why do you call him that? What
do you mean?"
`I wild tell you later,"
"Won't you tell are now?' she beg-
ged him.
"No," he answered, rising, and
speaking with finality. "I swear to
lordship's seance.
Lord Wellington claimed his atten-
tien for a full hour, and having done,
he rose at last from Sir Terence's
desk, announcing his intention of leav-
ing at once,
Sir Terence advanced to open the
door. But Wellington checked him
with a sudden sharp inquiry.
"You published any order against.
duelling, did you not?"
"7mmediately upon receiving it,
sir.."
"Ha! It doesn't seem to have taken
long for the order to be infringed,
then."
Sir Terence was conscious of a
you that he isn't worth a thought, quickening of his pulses. Neverthe
Later, I shall hope to prove it to you." less his answer was calmly regretful:
"That you never will," she told him "I am afraid not"
The great man nodded. "Disgrace-
fiercely.
"Yet another trusting ful! i heard of it from Fletcher this
fool," he cried. "Go to bed, Sylvia, morning. Capt. Tremayne had just
anent' reported himself under arrest, I
and pray for understanding of
him understand. He was one of your mili-
Slie went without answering
and toiled upstairs with dragging feet,
pausing tarseevasaries, was he not?"
O'Moys ' door.
1 tin honest soul was in tortur-
She was a moment outside Unas hi such need of communion Mgrevolt against the falsehood he
with Borne one that for a moment she had implied. He was in such a mood
thought of going in, but abandoned that one more question on the subject
the idea. Il'iul she but obeyed Viae from Wellington and the truth inust
transient impulse tot seek Lady O'Moy have come pouring from his lips. But
she might have discovered all the trio other uestioii came. Instead, his.
truth et once. For she would have' lordship urned on the thresholdand
come upon her ladyship ina frame of •bald out his hand.
mind almost as distraught as her own; "Good-bye, O'Moy.I shall ho
and she might have come upon Rich- y , pe to
and Butler at the same time. find the ladies in the garden so that I
For, in view of what had happened, inlay take my leave -without inconven-
Una had announced to Dick that she renting them."
was going to her husband: with the hi the garden his lordship came
whole truth. !upon Miss Armytage alone.
"It is allour- fault, Dick," she re-' `I was seeking Lady O'Moy," said
pproached him as he stood with his he, "to take my leave of her."
back to the door to bar her intended! "She is on the terrace, I think,"
egress.. "If only you had been ready 1 said Miss Armytage. "I will find her
on time, you would have got away be- ' for your lordship."
fore any of this happened." "Let us find her together," he said
"Was it my fault that I shouldhave amiably, and' -sotcarned and went with
• reopened my wound in attempting to `her teamed the archway. "You said
get down that damned ladder?" he' your name is Arrnytage, I think? Once
asked her. Tremayne should have II had a great friend of the Warne of
come up at once to assist me, instead, Armytage. We were at school to -
of waiting until he had to. Then time gether in Brussels."
wouid not have been lost, and very
likely my life with it." He carie to a
gloomy conclusion..
"Your :ire? What do you mean,
Dick,"
"Just that. What are my chances
of getting away now.. he asked her.
"The Te'einachus will sail without me
"That would be John Arinytage, my
uncle," she surprised him by saying.
"God bless my soul, ma'am!" ha
ejaculated. "So you're Jack Army-
tage's niece. Give me news of him,
my dear."
She did so, while he listened with
interest, and out of has boyhood
and the only man who could have friendship for her uncle sprang there
helped nee to get out of this damned and then a kindness for the niece.
country is under arrest. And you
have so little sense that you want to
run straight off to Terence and ex-
plain to him what Tremayne was do -
"My dear," he said, "if .1 can serve
you at anytime both for Jack's sake
and your own, I hope that you will let
are know of it."
lig them "You tempt are, sir," she said with
1 won't, Dick, I won't," she prom a. wistful smile.
iced hastily. "You know I didn't real- "Then yield to the temptation,
ire, or I should not have thought of it, child," he urged Iter kindly; those
even• I w"as so concerned for Ned " keen, penetrating eyes of his perceiv-
"Thore's not the need," he assured ing trouble in hers.
I her,"Ned will be safe enough, devil h "It is about Lt. Richard Sut:err," she
it do'.tht."
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. CHAPTER XIX. ? .
j-' HIS LORDSHIP,
Sir Terence eal'ne to breakfast next
morning, gray -faced and haggard, but "Mr, Butler is Lady O'h'1oy's brother,"
imiraculously composed. Voice an site said.
glance were cabn as he gave a good- Ile stared a moment, taken aback.
donning to his wife eyed to Miss „Good God! Her brother! O'Moy's
'Arurytage. brother-in-law! ihinr! But what can
"What are you series to do about Ido, Miss Arntytage? What were the
, Ned?" was one of his wife's first actual acts cbo a,X Lapp„ o:.note"
g:rn•
Ile knit his brow in thought. "But-
ler?" he muttered questioningly, then
he remembered and his thin lips tight-
ened, `Yes?" he inquired, but the
tone w s now :Corbidding.
Nevertheless she was not deterred.
Capt. Tremayne," he promised her,
and his stern face softened into a
gentle, friendly smile. "They are very
fortunate in their champion."
(To be continued,),
•
The Northern Lumber Town.
All day the whirring of the sawmills,
And the sun 'Shining on the town in
the volley, -
Gleaming along the wooded hills be-
yond,
And dancing on the blue river filled
with logs.
question '
"What ant I going to do?" he`eeh- She recited them, putting the case
oed., "Why nothing, S may he asised bravely for the scapegoat, Mr. Butler.
to give'evidence, but my evidence can c'1; gather, sir," site concluded, "that
hardly' assist Ii}ml' he was to be a sort a Scapegoat.
Lumber is heaped in towering, state-
ly
tately piles
For miles along the curving of the
river.
The sharp, resinous fragrance of the
sawdust
Mingles with the warn odor of the
pine trees.
•
Three bridges span the glinting,: sue -
filled river;
And dandelions glow along its border.
Church bells sound faintly from the
Indian village
Anti mingle with the murmur or the
sawmills,
Her teaspoon rattled in her Saucer.
• " e derstfuid you, Terence. You
I don't n
Irnow thee lie did not kilSamo'val."
"Inileecr 1. ;1118 glance quickened a
ISSUE No. 1---'27.
I have seen violets, blue and small and.
tender,
Forcing their way through ley snows
in April,
On. a little winding path among the
pine trees•
On the hili that leads into the Indian
village.
•
At nightfall, walking in the quiet
valley,
I eec the mills ablaze with lighted
windows,
And watch the pines with their green,
pointed turrets
Burn in the dying orange fires of sun-
set.
---Beatrice Mary Billing,
Chinese fishermen paint an eye on
their boats to enable the boats to see
their way.
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THE SHORTEST PRIZE ESSAY
By David ICescr,
•
One fine - evening, about two hun-
dred years ago, just as the, sun was' set-
ting over London, a orowd of idlers
might hate been seen gathered around
the door of Will's' Coffee -blouse, which
was their .a ]rind of fashionable club,
whet% all the wits and fine gentlemen
of the town were wont to meet..
These oungers were evidently: wait-
ing for someone of eaeciap nate, for
every now and then all heads wave
turned ea;geely toward the corner of
the street, and .each man whispered to
his neighbor:
"Isn't ha comic' yet?".
Suddenly there was a bust of "Here
he eo•mes"1 and a fat 'little man, in a
rather shabby suit of black, with an
eye as clear and bright as a hawk's
came slowly through the crowd, which
opened respectinl•Iy to let him pans,
And well it might, for this old man
was no other than Jehn Dryden,- the
most famous post.of his time, or (as
many people then said and thought)
of any other time either.
Little did they dream how small the
name of Jobn.Dryden was one day to
look beside that of another English
writer, also called John, who'had died
in an ,obscure lodging only a few years
before, old, blind, rocked with gout
and glad to get twentyflve d•oilays• Poli
the giratudest.epic poem elver written—
a poem of which some of us have
heard under the name of "Paradise
Lost."
"Hurrah fon Mr. Dryden!" roared a
brawny fellow With a butcher's bine
apron; "and long, may he live to pitch
into the Dutch Lubbers as' they de
serve:""
The crowd heartily' ap:plauded the
sentiment, for the war between Eng-
land and Holland was just over, and
Dryden's satires upon the -Dutch were
more popular in England than any-
thing else that he had written.
„They said he was a-glttin' old,"
cried a porter, looking atter the poet
as he entered the cotfee-house; "but
to my mini: he looks just as fresh as
ever,"
d'ye say that stout gentleman
is?" asked a dight -haired lad, whose
ruddy cheeks and countrified dress be-
trayed that this was his first visit to
Landon,
"Who's he, do you say, Ohatrbacon?"
answen'ed his neighbor. "Why, where -
ever can you have been linin' all your
life, not to know hint? That's Air,
John Dryden, the great poet, as dine
with the king every day."
"Dines with the king every day!"
educed the countryman, In enuazement,
"Eh, )int 1 e 1sli 1 was'he•."
-"You needn't rlo that, env bol'." said
a sharp -looking little journeyman tail-
or; "for he's as poor as a rat, and owes
He swung .round sharply, and the
sudden blaze of his eyes almost terri-
fied her. Ahl You are oddly we'd in-
formed throuFlrout. But, of course,
you wanld be,' he added, with an ap-
praising look into that intelligent face.
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which insdue:i. four. pra.!ries
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a hundred guineas Into the bargain.
Holl see the inside of a debtor's pris-
on afore long, or my name's not Timo.
tiny Smithson!"
"Is that really so?" asked a. tall,
handsome man, in a very rich dress,
who had just got out of his carriage at.
the door of the cofleehoeee. "Are you
Certain of what you say?"
"Quite certain, 1f it please your lord-
ship," answered the tailor; dol8ng,,h•is
cap respectfully — for Charles. Seek-
viiie (Lord Dorset) was as Well known
in London as the dome of 81..Paul's it-
self, being,in:truth, the most generous
as - well as the richest of English
nobles. "It's our people he owed the
bill to, and master says he means to
get his money one way' or.anot'her,"
The earl made no answer, but walk-
ed into the ooffee-house, murmuring to
himself:
"I could pay the debt easily enough,
but dtvwouldn't 'please my old friend
to know that his difficulties are public
talk. I must find some other way.'
The group assembled within was
one which any painter would have
loved to copy, for every man in it bore
a name which will live as long` as the
history of England itself.
There' was the brilliant, witty, heart-
less Sir Charles Sedley, many of whose
sayings- are stili quoted by men that
have forgotten who said them. There
were the smooth-tongued Arlington,
and the boisterous Etlterege, and the
ever -laughing Montague.
There, too, was the wild Duke of
Beckingham, upon whose handsome
features the mad career that destroyed
the largest fortune and the strongest
constltution in England had already
stamped the impress of premature age
and untimely death.
And there, somewhat wan and hag-
gard from long •excess., •hut still beauti-
ful and graceful as ever, sat the eviid-
est and wittiest, and moat reckless el
therm all — John Wilmot, Earl of
Rochester.
"WOW arc, my illustxous namesake:"
cried Sedley, with his little twinkling
laugh. You come, as usual, just at
the right moment. We are discussing
which of us is the hest at writing an
impromptu, and we cannot agree."
"I'll settle. it for you, then!" cried.
Dorset, struck with a sudden thought.
"We will eachwrite a piece : of Im-
promptu verse or prose, and hit'. Dry-
den, whose judgment no one can ques-
tion, will honor -us by naming the suc-
cessful one,
"Agreed!" cried all, with one voice.
And to woa•ls they went at once,
while Dryden, turning his chair around
watched thein with a smile which
showed Trow thoroughly he enjoyed
the past assigned to him.
Among the most famous wits of the
day, ane might well have expected a
very•close an:d sharp contest, but to
everyone's amazement, Dorset Pushed
his paper across the table to Dryden
almost before any of the others had
oats at Chicago • exhibition, held 1»
November, came i'reen Wembley. The
Pears River is show i on this map
from Htidaon hope nortlreas2enly, but
lit rises in the cnaruntaitis west of the
territeey Jacketed here..
INCIDENTS IN
COLOR
Tice lakes, like three blue heads
viers strung at the throat of the h11
They were, round and pellucid under
the laced finger's of tlie•trees, and as
calm as the sky arched far above
them. ' Everything there' was held '1
a lovely stillness—the elendor birches
whitely strealted against 'green woods
beyond,_ the tattered sprays of ruse
maple leaves, the broad scribbling of
mauve shadows along the dim and
currying lines of the chore. Everything
was quaet.andtranquil, with the quiet -
nese and tranquillity that belong to
early dawn and early toric .,ashen
thinge-are scarcely awake anl'barely
asleep.
Now and then a bird veered io*, and
its shadow, faint and mistute, Mid like
a grey leaf across the blue water.
And once the pines on the top of the
hill moved maidenly and restieasly
tapering pines out sharply into "the
sky and rooted deep to stand againdt.
the feeeing winds from the •sea; a lit-
tle ragged and a little old, but proud
in their solitude, And twice the honk
of flying geese stabbed the silence and
draw long threads of echoes from be-
hind the hill, The sun dropped lower
and lower, until the silver fingers of
the birohes� were warmed to -.the faint-
est coral, and a fleet of high, thin
clouds in the north were staged and
seamed with crimson and the flaring
yellow of autumn- leaves.. Shadows
were streaked down the hill, like grey
pendIl'ngs on a b'rowrt and: erumpted
lras'c'hmetet;- and all the western sky
behind the picas was burning exult-
entiy with color. The mmassad clouds
grew darker, the eluadtew'e heavier;
crimson wee dimmed to purple, and
blue to'a lovely dove -wing grey. The
lakes were delicately pink in the mid-
dl:e,,Uut shadows were swimming out _
slowly, darkly, to sap ' them. of their
warmth, to blur their radiance, and
draw the shores together.
A. fragment of -the moon blew in with
the evening winds, a frail and shining
arc against the heavy blue of the sity;
and ti scattering of stare glittered Bite
polished pebbles where a while ago the
SUB had sent up vermillion flames and
clouds of purple smoke, The trill
loomed black and silent now, with" its
crest of ragged trees; and: far below
it, by the dint, still birches, three lit-
tle lakes repeated the stars In silver
and the moon in silver -white. -
well begun theirs,
"Our friend must have thought,"
Ail tapered Etherage to Rochester,
"that the prize was the quieckest
piece, eat to, the best. 1 -Xis contribu-
tion meet couslst of nothing but date
and signature, judging from the time
]re's taken over it."
'Ile looks pleased enough, 'how-
ever," answered :Rochester, in the
same tone. "Depend upon it, he has
hit on some geed idea;"
It certainly appeared as if he had,
Cos when all the impromptus were
finished and handed in, Dryden, after
e very brief ex:intlnation.of then, us
lo,naiued every ono by deckling in favor
of Dorset. •
Rochester, who had Pally expected
the first place himself, eagerly snatch-
ed nip Do set's parer, and instantly
broke into a shout of laughter, echoed
by all the rest, As they read the prize
composition., which ran as follows:
"Pay to John Dryden, on Demand,
the Sum of One Hundreds Guineas.-
Dca•s=t."
To Fit the Occasion.
Window Gardening for
Winter.
Those who :rave flowers and .grow
them outside in summer .time 'must,
in winter, resort to the cultivation of
house plants, make purchases from the
florist or go without. It is therefore
a good time to resort to window gar -
fleeing and in this field of amateur
Work there is opportunity for mucin
Pleasure and'proflt ifone will give is
little atteirtion to a few important par- -
ticulars, Every person can have at
least one small plant.. in tine window,
thee becoming, on a small scale, a
landscape garilene.r. A few plant trim-
mings
rini-ntins hi the winter help to make it
picture.
The usual- difficulties In growing
planks in houses, especially In the win-
ter time, are those of too little light,
extremes in temperature, too mach
gas from coal fli'e's andgas burners,
and crowded conditions in the house.
However, all of these diificulties can
usnitlly be overcome 16 the extent that
Plants will tolerate and grow with sat-
ielltetimi if a little care is exercised .
to regard to the preliminaries of horse
management
To succeed with plants in the home,
it is best to -select a room with much
Sunlight and one which is ventilatesi
but which has no strong drafts. Use
shapely pots for the 'plants and use a
liberal supply of sandy loam 'o• a
bushel Or two of .Mixture from the
florist's.. Repot the planta each year
with fresh earth, firming it well
around the, roots. Trim off ail wither-
ed or dead leaves and prune back the
plants to keep llte.nt in gond. shape,
Give them plenty of water and aeee'Ss
to light and they will thrive. It is im-
portant not to Crowd the plants as
they do no look as well in a crowded
condition and do not grow as well
They need lots of room and plenty of
sunlight. West windows furnish too
Intense a -light for some- plants, hence
south or southwest windows are bat=
tea•. Bay windows are ideal Avo'ici hot., dry air. I{else the room air moist
from an open pan of `water, or spray
the leaves :each day with tepid water.
To begin with, pee may grow' ger-
aniums, ,coleus, begonias; ferns; es-
pecially the Christmas, Reston and
Maiden Bair all soma 01' the smaller
palms anti many bulbous plants such
ae tulips, hyacinths, asparagus fern,
As a disciplinary measure. iL was Christmas cherry, petunias, heeler
Qaaamary in one household, t0 make ,trope, anti verbenas.
the ollending member eat alone at t r- -
mall table in the corner and repeat a Italy.
verse from.the 13ibie. Anil Hera, fah taly l
On one occaslon,, while the ethar Lire. garden of rhe worid, fce
members of the. baanThou aily were asseinb- hrtome
lel at the dinner _table, the little boy Of. all Art yields and Nature. call de -
in b''e cornea• ryas asked, fee his Bible epee;'
quotation. He solenly offered the pven hr .thy desertwhat is like
y
following: "Thong in'epar'est a table be-
foae me in the presence' of mine ene- Tlrthee?ee?
very weeds are beautiful, t
�mwaste
—Expl—afned.' Alore rich than other eiirnes' fertile.;
Farmer (using telephone)—"Send' ....Byron
me over a bush -ab of oats;'
Clerk—"Surely.' For whom ? Weighing 800 rl);t., a giant sen fish
"Don't try' to Joke with rue for• my was recently stranded on the rail of
lien se." I an At:antic liner- after a great wave
hSaare-e•:washed" over the vessel during e
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