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The Herald, 1912-08-16, Page 6LADY; OR, WHAT THE THRUSH SAID! CHAPTER VIII.—(Cout'd) I told him I wanted a lift in his cart, but be refused 'very curtly, and was whipe ping up his mare, when X called out that T would give him five shillings if he would take me a couple of miles. This produced the desired effect, He pulled up again, I got into the cart, and we drove on at a brisk trot. You seem in a mighty hurry, soldier," said the butcher -boy. "Yes," said I; "I'm late of pass, and f I don't get to Saltash before roll -call I shall be made a prisoner." He glanced at me rather suspiciously, but drove on. I looked back and saw the two Dalys turning the bend of the road. When they saw what had happened they halted and tried to shout, but they were too much pumped out to speak. For a minute they leaned against .the bank as if to get their breath, then they came on again. Directly afterwards the road swerved to the right, and I lost sight of my pur- suers. But I knew that we were gaining upon • them at every stride, and was just beginning to feel satisfied that they must soon give up the chase, when the butcher bay began to slacken speed. "I'm going to call here—sban't be a minute," he said. He pointed as he spoke to a cluster of small houses at the road- side, one of which was a shop, and a minute later we stropped, . and he got down and went into the' shop with some meat. I hoped at first that he would not delay. But I soon found that my hope rested on a false foundation. There was a young girl behind the desk, and the butcher - boy, leaning his elbows on the counter, began to •calk to her. I Iooked at the clock behind her head. It was a quarter to four. In five minutes the Dalys would turn the corner, The butcher -boy seemed in no hurry to leave. He and the girl were laughing and chat- ting to their mutual satisfaction. I 'be- gan to grow very anxious, I dare not ask him to be quick for fear of exciting his suspicions. I could feel those two Dalys panting along the road, I could feel the seconds slipping past. The sweat ran down my face iu streams. If I were taken I should be flogged. I had struck a corporal, and I had attempt- ed to desert. The time slipped by; it was twelve minutes to four. The butcher -boy stood up and came to the door, The girl followed him. I thought I could hear the feet of the Dalys on the road. "Well, ta ta, Bertha, ' said the lad, holding out his hand; 'I'll be seeing you again before Sunday." I should think so," the girl answered gmiling. The boy came out. I glanced at the road and at the clock; another minute and it would be too late. And then the girl, coming to the door, said suddenly, Oh, Charlie, would you like a rose for your ooat?' "Come on, come on," I shouted. The boy said, "One minute"- the girl gave me a cross look and went into the garden to cut a rose. I looked about me. A little farther ahead was a county inn. I slip- ped down from the trap and hurried to this inn. As I entered I glanced down the road, and saw one of the Dalys come panting round the corner. I ran then, and as I went through the passage fell ,let setae, the arms of three men oe e irzrlitarY police. "Ballo, my lad, what's your, business here with no belt on?" said one of these men, a sergeant of artillery. They handcuffed me, and I was taken back to Devonport and lodged in the guard -room. Soon after tattoo the 'Banshee, who was on guard, looked into my eeil. "Pilgrim," said he. "it's sorry I am to see yez in this pieltle. The more shame to me as is an owld hand, and should have tould yez better seem than to take diversion eat of a spalpeen wid stings on his arrum. It's not good sport, avick, Owld Paddy Reagan, our colonel, is the carry divil rvid the cat, and yell be ate Aber gettin' fifty lashes as sure as Billy Bates is 'a blackguard; but kap° up yere spirits, an' if mesilf an' owld Blood 'n Ouns ran assist yez the divil a fear but we're the boys to thry." And with that the Banshee handed me a plug of tobacco and retired. As soon as I was alone I made up my mind to escape. The window of the pri- soner's room was a small one, iron -barred, and about eight feet from the floor. If I could remove the bars I thought I might squeeze through, I piled one guard bed on top of the other, and SO managed to reach the win- dow. The bars were old and rusty, and by no means strong. I set to work upon them at once, forcing them backwards and forwards with my hands until one of them snapped at the bottom. This took! a long hour, but a minute sufficed to break it at the top, and I then had the bar to work with, so that by a little after midnight I had succeeded in wrenching out the two side bars, and had the way clear. All was quiet now. X could bear the men of the guard snoring, and the pen of the, sergeant scratching as he wrote out his report. I climbed up and forced my head and shoulders through the window. It opened into the tennis court, and was ten feet from the ground. 1 twisted my- self round, and grasping the sides of the frame drew my legs out a•nd dropped ire to the court. It was a moonlight night, but the wall was in shadow, and having removed my boots I made no sound. I heard the sentry marabing up and down Outside the guardroom. 'Ile did notcheck his pace, IIe had no suspicion that any- thing nything was wrong. I crept to the door of the tennis court, and looked out. I could see across the parade ground. There was no ono stirring. Now was my chance. Creeping along in the shadow of the barrack -room walls, I reached the moonlit square. Herr there' was no shel- ter. I must risk it. I grasped a boot in each hand, and ran swiftly across the parade, threw my boots over the wall, Climbed after them, dropped into the road and found 'myself face to face with a sen- try who was standing at the charge with his bayonet close to my breast. It was useless to resist. I was taken back to the guard -room, and was hand. cuffed and locked up in a cell. The next morning I was put back for a court-martial. CHAPTER IR. I Sat all day in, my cell trying to think Of some means of escape. There seemed po chance at all. The dont was protected by Sheet iron, and the only window was a narrow grid not big enough for a man to put his leg through. Still I could not give up', I was re- solved to die rather than sehmit to theignominy of the cat, and so I sat and rod vall kin f plan in m ton over ds o e y mind, until suddenly I. beth*ught me of the ceiling. I -stood up at once, and tried it with my knuckles. It was eommon lath and plaster. This teas about eieven o'oloek at night. Lome before :twelve I had hacked a hole in the ceiling. squeezed between the raft- er's, wrenched_ off a couple of slates, climbed out, slid down the roof, and drop. Ped into the tennis court. Pet this time, instead of crossing the e-„ia 3 tempt along under the barrack . r,e ,;• slur nrmorer's shop, whieb was a low building, piled up some empty boxes which stood outside, got upon the roof, and dropped into the street. A few minutes laer I was running steadily along the North Barrier Road iu the direction of Princes Town. And this time I had got clear away, and with a good four' hours of darkness in which to cover the eighteen miles which lay be- twixt Devonpprt and Dartmoor. By sunrise I was alone amongst the green tors and marshy plains of Dart- moor, with never a signof human habi- tation nor human cultivation; no, nor even a cow, a sheep, or a tree visible as far as my eye could reach. Nothing but the broad grey sky blushing in the east, the heathery eommon dotted with rushes, the rounded hills strewn with' grey stone boulders, the winding rills that tinkled like little bells, with the rabbits flitting shadowy amongst the sandy herbage, and tee great swifts skimming and wheeling high up in the misty air. It would be two hours yet before my escape would be discovered, and then there would be no clue as to my where- abouts, for I had not met a soul upon the way. I sat down upon the hillside and breathed freely. The great difficulty now was how to ef- fect a change of clothing. I decided to walk on, steering northeast, by the aid of tee sun, and to trust to chance to help me. Scarcely had I formed this resolution when, as I looked keenly round the land- scape, I observed at a great distance what seemed to be a man on horseback moving in my direction. I instantly concealed myself in a great patch of bracken, where I lay quite still, closely watching the traveller, who turned out to be a prison warder mounted on a pony and carrying a carbine. He came on rapidly, and passed within a hundred yards of my hiding -place without suspect- ing my proximity. I let him get well away behind the hills before I emerged, and even then, by way of precaution, I decided to rid myself of my uniform as well as I could, my red jacket being so conspicuous an object in this place. Accordingly I took off my jacket and sunk it under a big stone in a marsh near by, turned my trousers iuside-out to hide tbe stripe, and stood up again, a curious figure enough in my grey shirt, and with the wide, rough seams expceed down the sides of my legs. Still, from a distance, I should not be so likely to at- tract attention, and, taking such consola- tion as I could from this thought, I re- sumed my journey. For two or three hours I tramped on over the uneven, spongy ground, often sinking knee-deep iu marshes or rabbit warrens, but always keeping away from any sign of a bridle path or road. un;ii all at once I found myself surrounded by a denee fog. Dartmoor is a famous place for fogs. Being a table -land about 1,700 feet above the sea level, it often happens that the traveller in that region finds himself end- denly enveloped in drifting clouds. This was my ease. For more than an hour I blundered on, not knowing in what direction I went. until the fog cleared as rapidly as it had come. It was a curious and impressive sight. The huge, dense cloud lifted itself from +lives; or a meeting with some fellow-voy', the earth like a curtain, and displayed to<:piY ast0441ed eyes_,' he taut ne wild !pwherisas aivious a o£hf aL int lnndaottpe;::•aux,. rolling�,�gl�i�ssy !when - ry` .f "Yes," I replied; "you may^Olin ea away if you will, or you may Imp me if you will. If you knew all you Wield hells! me, I have a mind to bele you," be ;airs; gravely; "what do you wantP " "Shelter, and work, and cloeiines, if that is not toe mutes to Ode" I e* • "Not so fast, my lad, not so feet said the old man coolly; 'emit answe me a' few questions, Who are you Wry diel; You desert? What, is your reemerztie How comes it you 'Have =Quay?" 4, ` I. told him, in a few. words„ ail simple 'story; but when I came 'tu SPS of Alice, my esoioe failed me,and d h to tun away. "Aye, aye, aye," said the old zne ; "I'. see, I see. leo you lost 'youreistei epee —to be sure, to be sure, Well.,r know what trouble is, and whateee„isee ment is amongst the soldiers, havin. ' the same in my own faud1y, aid bei you seem a decent lad, I'll trust you. I thanked him eagerly and took out. the money I had.. But he wavea. tf awn "No,” he said, "keen Your mopes. hey;; keep the bit of your bounty, I'll•find you clothing and a bed, and a bit of s tet food as we get here, and work too, if you' mean work. But do as you're done by, boy. I stand to you, do you stand to me. If so be as you're tracked down, you mind you Dame here as a farm hand to ask a job, and X gave it you. Is it a bargain?' It is," I said; and he shook pie by the hand, and, going back to his wife, seid, Martha, wench, this lad's name is Will Davis, and I've put him on as a laborer Treat him fair, and he'll behave fair. If not, let me know." And so I found myself engaged as hazic)y' man on the small farm of George Lis- kard, tenant of Sir Ingoldsby Yale, of Dartmouth Manor, in the county of Devon. 1TE Canada's finest sugar 9 at its best Your love of cleanliness and �. purity will be ' gratified by this 5 - Pound Sealed Package of CHAPTER X. For eight months I served my new mas- ter steadily and well, sharing the simple: board of the household and neither asking nor receiving any wages; and during ally that time nothing happened to disturb or vary the placid monotony of existence,, Mr. Liskard was a singularly reticent man, and we often worked together for the best part of a day without exohangs ing a dozen words. His wife's attitude' towards me being of armed neutrality made .conversation impossible in that; quarter, and the only other inbabitents.. of the little farm were a stolid country boy, hired at the fair, and Rachel Liss. kard, the farmer's daughter, a bonny girl of fourteen, amiable but shy. I was thus driven in upon my own soli ety, and found myself the dullest of dull company. Indeed, my state of mind was one of blank bewilderment and sorrowful apathy. All my past life seemed to have died with my sister, and the future was as vague and, empty as the dim expanse of sea upon hich I gazed for hours and hours in the clear Sunday evenings from my lonely seat" en the top of a rugged -tor. about a mile from home. On this quiet eminence I would sit and think, sometimes sadly of my lost Alice,_ and of the poor girl I left upon London Bridge, sometimes with idle wonder upon the unborn years and the unknown gifts they held. Life is a strange thing. Tile great world spins and whirls upon its way through the cycle of the seasons, bearing us with it into such haps as we little dream of. The morning we greet with an idle and listless yawn, as another of a series of uneventful days, may be the coming of our fate. The careless choosing of this path or that across a moor, or of this turning or that out of a street, may involve the 'transformation of ,our r plains radiant in the sunshine, a broad ;human. Souls, T o such tillage, and deep brook, spanned by a bridge of ; as. triffles. The veering of a gale may r planks gliding eilontly along at my feet, 'mean the 1 of an empire. The utter - and right before me, at a distance of lees , ante of a. careless word may ohange the ` ran fifty yards, a large., one -storey cot- current of history. tage standing in an orchard, with some I The summer waned and. died, the winter hayricks and ploughed land in its rear, came and went, the daisies peeped out and at the doorsill a buxom woman, with 'amongst• the short grass on the side of a great white hood tilted over her brown the tor, the lark sang over the fallow brow, turning a spinning -wheel, and sing -'field, the thrush piped in the orchard. It ing as she worked, was late in the month of March, and X It was no time for hesitation. I walked was trenching in the garden early -one boldly across the bridge and up to the morning, when a farmer named Hewitt, door of the cottage, and bade the woman who lived on the fringe of the moor, came good morning. trotting by on his cob, and seeing Mr. She auswered me coolly, glancing from Liskard at the porch reined up and palled under her hood meanwhile in a suspicious to him: way; then, remarking that she had "no- thing to spare," arose and put the half. hatch door betwixt herself and me. "I'm not a beggar," I said; "I can eaY for what I want, if you will help me.' The woman put her arms akimbo and looked at me sternly over the hatch. Thee'st best be off," she said; "ns'll have no tramps Here, and wants nor thee nor thee money." Have you never a son of your own?" I asked, "or a brother, or a husband?" "I've a husband, imperence," she an- esvered, and near by, so thee'st best be off, or lie sees thee." While she was speaking, I looked round and saw in the garden a tall, spare man "lfarnin', Garge, has thee yeered thickky big news?" No," said Liskard. "What is it, .He- witt?" Hewitt, pulling in his cob, replied in It loud voice, "War wish Rooshia, boy." "Don't say," answered Liskard. "That I dew," shouted Hewitt, "an' main bad news it be, 's if taxes weszt't heavy enew, boy. But our consent '11 not be axed, I reckon;" and with a wave of his hand tbe ruddy, fat farmer trotted on. I straightened myself up, and looked about me. War with Russia. Wart Between the sweet, moist morning sky and the sweet, moist grass the lark nut in a farmer's smock and wideaweke tered singing gladly; before me the Ten• watching me keenly from behind the ranks of great yellow and purple holly- hocks. As soon as our eyes met he came for. ward and said curtly, "What do you want?" "Sir," said 1, "I am in trouble, and want help. I will give you ten shillings for a cast-off suit of clothing of any kind." 'Thee'st get no clothing here," the wo- man struck in sharply; "us be horest folk, us be, and will na'' deal with tramps a' strangers." "Martha, be still, wench" said the pian in a firm, quiet way, "Boy, step this road with me," and without another word he passed out of the garden, and, turning round the gable of the cottage, pushed open the door of a barn and went in. Now, boy," he said, when we were alone," 'what is it? You're a deserters, eh tP" WATCH YOUR CHILDREN'S HEALTH If any of your children seem to be Dille and anaemic, growing too fast or too slowly, don't start doctoring them. Food is the keynote of a child's growth and health. Some children, owing to constitutional weakness, or as a result of children's diseases, will not thrive on food from which stronger ones benefit. In such eases the addition of Bovril to tbe diet will produce marked results. Bovril is concentrated beef in its best and most palatable form. Stringent scientific tests have shown that it is a great body-builder, It is in itself a highly condensed food, but it possesses ,the remarkable power of enabling the -system to draw the full store of nutriment from ordinary food, Give your child between meals, once a- day, a cup of warm 'milk, in which you have stirred a spoonful of Bovril, and' try a dash of Bovril in your gravies, 'sauees and soups, It will he not only the delicate ones who will appreciate the added . zest, all will benefit from the increased nutrition, enable grey and green tor reared its rug,' gecl bulk against the rose -tinted clouds and the shadowy band of distant sea; upon the thatched roof of the cottage the doves were playing; within sounded the low whirr of the spinning -wheel, and close to the porch where the old farmer sat smo'k-' ing, Barbel stood in her blue hood and brown frock holding up a great pitcher to catch the water which the boy was Pumping. The water splashed her rosy. bare feet and chubby hands with silver, the sunlight splashed her yellow eerie with gold, the handle of the pump clanked musically, and the childish treble trilled out the simple old song: Gin a body meet a body, comm' frae the Gin a body kiss a body, need a body tell? Ilka body has some body, near a one hie. But a' the lads they love mc, an' the wane am I?" well Peaceful and bright and innocent the whole land seemed, and there was war, Ware War tvirth Russia. I looked up ,sit the fluttering larlt, X looked down at the merry child; I felt how sweet and good` thing was peace, how black and horrible was war, and then—X thrust my spade lee to the earth, and walking .up to the for- mer, said, "Mr. Liskard, I want to 'kayo. you. I want to go away. I wan` to OS out and fight, in the Russian War." Mr. Liskard was naturally surprised' my Gudden determination to go bac the colors; and tried in hie own w dissuade me from what hve °onside rash action. Is this place too saint for. You ' asked,. I replied that I liked the • place ranch, and preferred quietude. "And is that why you want, to go war; to seek quiet?" he asked, I shook my head. "Because," said he, "You quiet enough, after some ltussid made a target of you." "I must take my chance," I apse. "Nay, said the farmer, "you one_ will take your chance. But I do why. If it's only dearth you're•; you're, going long ways I. find it I don't want to die" I' said, Maybe, " suggested `?fr, . Linke want to kill the Russians. But see why You should, 'They- never any harm," I have no 111 -Peeling toward' signs," X answered, with an 'u of guilt at my heart as I sp The farmer smoked in silence t moments, and then said slowly, r'. Extra Granulated Sugar It's Canada's finest sugar, fresh from the Refinery, untouched by human hands. Each Package contains 5 full pounds of sugar Your Grocer can supply you.canada Sugar Relining F1 4sa } � company, LI Red, Montreal. work is hard work, and dull work, but is God's work, and feeds His people. Mak- widows an' orpbang is exciting work, daresay, brit it's the devil's work, and n't you do it." "But, I protested, "some one must go, d it is a just war, isn't it?" 'Now, look ye, boy." said the farmer; don't rightly know what this war's out, an' I don't believe that anybody mows, neither English nor Russians. here never was a Just war in my opin- n, nor a wise war, an' the man that 'orks does well, but the man that fights acs i11, an' killing's murder." X. had no answer to these arguments ex - pt to' repeat my first declaration that anted to go out to the Russian war. "Wen," replied the farmer, "I've said y say, an' you're your own man. So be 't. Re laid aside his pipe and went into the house, from which he fetched out a bag of money, and having given me five pounds, bade me get -the pony and trap ready so that he might drive me over to Exeter. "For," said he, 'You'd best not venture into Plymouih in case you meet those you'd rather not see." And so I left my place of -refuge on the quiet moors and threw myself once again into the noisy and horrid sjream of life. Mr, Liskard made no .further effort to dissuade me from my purpose. But when the trap was waiting at the gate he called Rachel out into the garden and said to her, "Now, maid, William is going away from us to the wars, and I want you to. bid him good -b d good speed, for hat is his an who's done • Then Rac r$' shyly' and held out her han . took it in mine and said "Good bye," ` and she answered quietly, "Good-bye.' But this did not content her father. "No," he said, "not so, child; do you kiss this boy and say God bless you." Rachel held up her pretty face obedient- ly, but blushing slightly, and I bent down and kissed her, Then we drove atvay. "I thought, William," said the farmer, .afteeethe lapse of half an hour, as the trap bowled smootbly over the soft turf, "I' thought, William, that as things aro and,� ay be it would be a kind sof stay, and`"cheer to you to go away with the kiss of an English maid on your lips, and 'a child's' God,bless you in your ears. Xt'11 be something to think on, William, in rough times." (To be continued.) LEARN TO GRAFT. Why. not urge the boys to experi- pent in grafting different kinds of fruit trees Dig up some small ruit trees, such as plum, cherry, pple or peach, some of which can e raised by planting the seed. The Turn and cherry trees can be found )most any time where the sprouts come from the old trees: Then get some limbs from a tree of the same kind and of a choice variety and bury them all in a box of dry dirt in the cellar. 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WRENCR GRANULATED" at your grocer's, LAWRENCE SIJGAU REFINERIES LIMITED, MONTREAL. 66A 4Met4tt'MaaurOOt4rot' t On thcFarm o ANIMAL HAPPINESS. The dairyman who. is looking for; results will not allow the flog or the small boy to worry his cows. He knows that if he wants a .well filled: pail they must not be frightened, but kept quiet and --content. The grower of beef cattle is sure to weed out the one that is continu- ally bawling, when it should be- grazing, for the simple reason that there is more waste than gain of adipose tissue at such a time. The.. stock content to feed upon the good pasture at hand, rather than busy themselves trying to break into for- bidden fields, possibly not nearly as good, are the ones that make the, most gain in weight. The hen that is dogged every time • she finds a nice soft place to scratch is not the' one that makes the best egg reeord. She may be hard on the garden, but a good fence would. easily fix that. Do not discourage her natural efforts and then expect, her to do her best for you. The horse that is compelled to• fight flies continually cannot get in. .a full day's work, or at least if it• does there is less in stamina which eventually tells on the life work of' the animal. Neither can it do its best with an ill-fitting harness. Tho• horse that is comfortable and in good spirits is the one which makes the record. A flock of sheep harassed by dogs soon show the trouble in their gen- eral condition as surely as in their manner. Fleetness of foot is not one -of the characteristics of the ani- mal and when this is enforced as a linens of preservation it is to the detriment of the flock. The farmer and his family, as well as his stock, accomplish more when carefree and in a happy turn of mind. All Nature is fresh and cheerful. It is profitable for us to be likewise! CROWDING OUT THE HENS. Where not many years ago nine out of ten farms had never heard of an incubator, to -day the 'word is passing from farm to farm that the profitsarelarger, Work let o n- ,erous, ; the hatches more sure :and the hens are taking fewer holidays, laying more eggs. Not all. on ac- count of the incubators, but prim- arily on account of the incubator, and, secondly, on account of the large amount of book knowledge .distributed with it. The farmer's wife is doing her share in the profit-making. She al- ways has done it, but now she is getting recognition ae a partner in the business. This is having—it has had—its ef- fect, and the result is, farmers are now ,posted on poultry profits. They will continue to be posted, and those who have been operating incubators will go back to hen incubation only when they. return to the old custom of treading out the grain with oxen —only when they are prepared to put the cream separator on tie shelf. Poultrymen who are in the busi- ness commercially—whose living de- pends upon the profits—would as soon think of threshing grain with the old-time flail as they would of hatching chicks or ducklings with hens or ducks. The thought would be absurd. Without, the incubator they would have to go out of busi- ness. NOTES OF THE HOG LOT. If a thin sow has more pigs than, she can suckle to advantage, take part of them away and raise them: on a bottle. They should be taken away where only .two or three days old, and.. they will then quickly learn to take milk through the ordinary nursing. bottle with a rubber nipple and in, a short time will learn to drink - from the trough. Bad practice to sell good brood' sows and replace with young gilts,. as continued breeding from imma- ture sows will -' produce a weak- strain. In selecting a brood sow watch: the herd at feeding time: The. thriftiest always get to the trough. first, and these are the ones to buy. Never buy a brood sow with shorn:. legs and short,' chunky body. She, must have big feeding; capacity in. order to produceplenty of milk. Great Britain spends more money` on the upkeep of its roads than on. its Navy. During the last fifteen years the, price of living has advanced by' twenty-five pef cent.