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HomeMy WebLinkAboutZurich Herald, 1928-09-27, Page 6A. Colonial's Romance ii By J. ADDISQN PENNE.Y Connie Blantyre had one of the ten- derest hearts in the world, full of gentle pity and love for all thigs 'helpless, weak and frail, so, to those Who knew her, it was a matter of little Wonder that she stuck to her post as 'Clerk to the firm of I3ruiitou and Bryce, wholesale provision merchants, I,Idin- t'•burgh, long after her fellow -employees had left for "something with more life to it." But Connie could not bear to leave aged, dejected and inefficient Mr, Bryce in the lurch. "Don't you, see how helpless he is?" she used to say. "He's old, too, and the last sur- vivor. 'Somebody's got to stand by him." Well was she aware that his affairs had reached a desperate pass. Stili, she held on, and towards the close of this bright spring afternoon "No, there isn't," declared Mrs, Blantyre. "Time flies, and its for mar- rying—the sooner the better it you're to marry•at.all, Nothing rt'ould please. me like seeing you in a home of your own, however small, with a. strong man between you and the world," "Yes, if ,one.gets the right kind of man," murmured Connie, "but there are still.ali sorts floating around. Ono gots to know that in an office." Mrs, Blantyre. smiled.; "The wrong sort will never be attracted, to you, Connie dear. ]'m euro of that." "Nothing of any, sort has been at- tracted to me up till now," laughed Connie, as she filled the kettle for tea and set it ou the cooker, "so I'll just have to hustle round and try to find work in another office." It was a task far more difficult than looked round the tidy little office with either the girl or her mother had woman in her~ bonnie brown eyes, imagined, her previous post having "There, now, that's everything been 'obtained through the business straight," she said to herself. "Led- college in which she had been trained. gars up-to-date, letters ditto, drawers For six weeks her days were spent in cleaned out, papers filed, and all rub -replying to advertisements and in be- bish thrown away. I'm sure he'll be lug interviewed, nor was elle long in charmed, and there isn't a neater spot discovering how much her fidelity to a in the city, although I say it myself. feeble firm, had cost her. I'm only sorry I've had so much spare You must have seen how things time," and she glanced ruefully at the were going," was the remark flung at clock, which showed that an hour still her constantly, and it was invariably remained ere she could put ou her followed by the question—"Why didn't things and go home. She had just you look out for yourself earlier in settled down to watch the stream of .the day?" What she did not know traffic in the street below when Mr. "was that her quietly sedate manner Bryce opened the door, au expression and the gentle expression of her face failed to inspire confidence in of unwonted agitation on his lined and her as worried face. I a smart, up-to-date, managing business Can you spare a moment?" he woman, which she undoubtedly was, asked, and, with a little smile at the but this world is still too apt to judge irony of his request, Connie followed by the outward appearance, to its own him into his private room. 1 infinite loss. Then her mother's "I suppose you've already guessed anxiety and disappointment affected how things are going to finish up her loving heart deeply, adding to her here," he began. "We've little chance `gentleness a touch of sadness, which of holding out much longer in the face :further lessened her chance of suc- of growing competition, and those cess. Each evening, as she returned great combines have hit us hard, so to report a fruitless search, mother I'm closing down while I've still some -and daughter became more and more thing left to live on." dispirited, and, as springtime merged "Oh, I'm sorry," exclaimed Connie, int the blaze of golden summer days, "hut, of course, you must do what both felt tired, disheartened and seems best for yourself. That means, crushed beyond all telling. though, I've got to go, I suppose," she "I don't think I'll ever get suited," added tremulously. said Connie one evening, almost in Mr. Bryce nodded. "You needn't tears. come back after to -day. There's "I wish you had left Brunton & nothing left for you to do here. I'll Bryce's years ago, along with Irene," pay you a month's salary, so consider observed her . mother. "That girl yourself on holiday, and I hope by the knew what she was about, and you, end of that time you'll be suitably too, might have foreseen this ending." fixed." He then spoke approvingly of "I had an idea that the business her ability and .attention to duty, ,wasn't healthy," Connie confessed, handed her' a testimonial and a "and that Air. Bryce was long past cheque, bade her good-bye, and the his best, but I think that was why I bewildered girl was halfway down the stayed on. You see; mother, he was street before she realized that her just particularly helpless." work for the firm had come to an Oh, Connie, Connie," her mother abrupt end, and she had practically sighed. "I'm afraid that tender heart joined the ranks of the unemployed. of yours will prove your undoing un - She crossed the west end of Princes less something happens. I wish I Street without seeing it, and made her could see you safely, in the care of a way up Lothian Road and past Toll- good, kind husband." cross with her heart and mind in a Connie tried to laugh, but the at - tumult. Was this all her reward for tempt was a failure, and next day she long and faithful service? Thrown replied to no advertisements, nor did out at a moment's notice! At last she speak of interviews. Mrs. Elan - she reached .the quiet street where she tyre, seeing that the girl was on the lived. and before she unlocked the verge of losing heart, took no notice, entry door she strove with all her but kept her occupied with household might and main to pull • herself to -tasks, and of gether. • "This will be a nasty shock for dear mother," she "reflected, "and it's up to me to take it lightly for her sake." Then, her feelings somewhat master- ed, she ran nimbly up the three flights of stairs leading to her home. "Oh, mother darling, I've such news for you," she called. f'I'ni getting a change of work." The mother listened to her story with sore sinking of heart. "Mr. Bryce has done quite decently by you, dear, but I wish lie hadn't sprung it on us so suddenly. Wher- ever are you to get another post? It seems that. nearly every girl in Edin- burg is either clerking or typing hun- dreds in for any vacant job." "It's hardly as bad as that," laughed Connie. "The whole town's crammed full of offices, and girls are always :leafing to be married or to try some- thing else," "I wish you could try something else," sighed her mother. "Out in the country you were plump and rosy, but now you're pale and thin. It has been such a struggle here for both of us that I often wonder if we did the right thing coming into town." "Why, mother dear, what else could we do? Our hoose went with dad's work, and we had to let the new pee- ple in. Besides, how could we stay with him not there?" "I believe you're right, darling, Perhaps we'll never feel settled any- where again. Ten years to -morrow, Connie, since we lost him." And she stooped to see to something in the oven, and thus liicie from the girl her tear-filled eyes: "So it is," returned Connie softly. "I was just fifteen." "Life would have been a different thing for you had your daddy pulled through that dreaded pneumonia. I often picture the lovely times we. night have hack." "Don't think of them, mother. We've got each other, you and I; and we're going on all right, just line." "Yes, Connie, we've kept our heads above water and. have not burdened our relatives, only I do so want you to have as much love and happiness in your young life as I had in mine; an ou d ve no opportunity of YPri meeting Y anyone, what with your work and helping: fine after hours with the' lodgers' supper and all, At your age ;I was married. Connie i „ ,. CoI a aughed. I in in no hurry to marry. Thero's plenty at time ajieafl." rrbr a . , ark A AMSON'S ADVENTURES—By Q. Jacebsson.. i T'S eci ('E RFECT Fir u a makeshift in here at times." But usually worked alone, but, after tea, Connie and Angus sat hours on end over order books, address lists, ship- ment correspondence and cable codes. Sometimes she was his guide in and about the city streets, and she it was who introduced him to the heads of many important business houses. So well was she paid for her work that Mrs. Blantyre could afford to engage daily help in the house, and little won- der was it that her heart turned in' burgh, but I'm Australian through and grateful thanks to the kind providence through, though my name's Scotch who had thus turned the tide of mis- enough—Angus Hamilton." fortune from their door, and who had As they sat round the tea -table, he sent:to them this young man with. his explained his business in Britain. "I bright smile and happy outlook on represent an Australian produce firm," life. Soon he was dear as a son to he said, "and I'm drumming for busi- her. She loved to attend to his wants nese all over this little old planet. If' and care for his belongings, and, if I can open up a connection here in only Connie and he— But Connie's Edinburgh you'll see me starting an heart seemed quite untouched. office and warehouse just in a crack." "Oh, how I wish you would buy up she threw open the kitchen door. "Pine," he exclaimed, as he walked right in. "Jolly! Quiet topping! A real Scottish living -room, just as my mother described," and he glanced around with satisfaction. "Then your mother's Scotch, like ourselves," remarked Connie. "My father, too," and, turning to- wards her, he smiled in the frankest; friendliest way. "Both born in Edin- "There's nothing but friendship be- tween us," she declared, "and, for all & Bryce's, and take me on I know, he may have a girl in Ana- Bruntonas clerk," said Connie wistfully. "I'm I trills. Don't, for any sake, imagine homesick for ledgers and invoice ,things, mother, but let's be happy books." And before she knew what v:lile we may." she was about. she was pouring into "Well, every man has, his - way, my the ears of this stranger the whole dear," commented her other, "and, story of her business experiences dui- though Angus is frank and free, still ing the past six years, Her mother on some points he's reserved. He noticed with pride how bright and ani- never speaks of his folks.' mated the girl's face became, and how "He tells us very little that mat- certainly love hint, but he's too robust her dark eyes sparkled and glowed tens,"„observed Connie. "He's seen ever to arouse even her pity." as she talked of the things with which Mr. Bryce umpteen times, but I know "It's fixed up finally now for sure," she was familiar. She noted, too, the nothing of what's happening there, he announced one evening, as they sat. Brun - eagerness with which the young man and lately he's been decoding all his down to work. "We're to run Brun - co country spoke nu date, n the listened, and the dawning admiration cables himself." !.ton & Bryce's under my name, but, of country at 110 distant date, and of in his eyes, as Connie voiced her re Still, in spite of these- small mys- course, T won't be here, so I' guess happy days of long ago—anything to gret for the old office furniture. "1GIy teries, their happiness was the most wo'il look out for a good manager. cheer their drooping spirits and re it!" wonderful thing. Angus made no now, and in a short time I'll quit and Neve the strain upon their anxious clear old. desk, how I loved she chill wind blew along Princes Street, swirling the dead leaves down from the trees in its gardens to race along the pavement among the feet of pass- ers-by, Angus came home in a taxi, bringing with him all the office books belonging to the firm of Brunton & Bryce. "We're taking over the old man's business, such as it is, and sure, Con- nie, it's your help I'm needing now, if ever, for I've got to look into things thoroughly before reporting to head- quarters." So now, night after night, the dark head and the fair ono were together bent over the ledgers, while Connie tried to prove that Mr. Bryce's chief weakness lay iu a reluctance to buy, the warehouse being always empty, so that he was unable to supply goods ordered, and his customers had perforce to go elsewhere, and soon the young man was convinced that, were things restored to a proper footing, business would return with a rush. "I'll see my dear old desk, table and cupboard once again," she cried joy- ously. "It's hopeless," thought her mother, as she sewed by the fire, "for if Angus were old, ill, weak, rickety like the table, or falling to pieces, she would hearts. Lunch was barely over when the door bell rang, and Irene Duff, Con- nie's former business colleague, came running upstairs, her usually happy face sadly clouded. "We've had bad news from my brother Tom this morning," she said breathlessly. ' "His wife's seriously ill, and mother's going off at once. It's a long journey, too, all the way to Oban, but it can't be helped." Mrs. Blantyre and Connie expressed sympathy. Then, "What about your lodger?" asked both simultaneously. "We've a new one," explained Irene. "He came only last night,'and mother's wondering whether you could take him off our hands for a bit, till we see how things go on." said, "and every clay I think of the other acquaintance, and all his free poor, worm-eaten cupboard, and the' ;time was Spent with Connie and her rickety wee table. Will anyone ever mother. Thejr enjoyed long, merry care for them again?" outings in motor 'bus or train, went At length—"I need your help," he to. cinemas, plays, concerts, and en - began. "Connie, I engage you on the joyed occasional meals in the best spot as my 'assistant, full time job. tearooms and hotels. He seemed to for ever. Suddenly she felt sick and I'll pay you well, and, with your aid, I'll plant both feet on Scottish soil. I guess I'll, take a note of Mr. Bryce's address this minute, and see him about these premises at once. I've sure landed at the right spot, and we'll soon get things humming." • 'it ereafter, for many • weeks, the little fiat- was one of the busiest, hap- piest; brightest homes • in .Edinburgh. During the earlier part of the;day each "We've nothing but the little back bedroom vacant," said Mrs. Blantyre. "Oh, that'll .do well enough for him," . Irene assured her. "He's the home- liest chap ever, and won't expect much, I'm sure. Came into the kit- chen this horning and cleaned his own shoes. He'll give no trouble, and your cooking will be a treat to him. Bye-bye. I must hurry, or I'll be late for my office," and she was out and downstairs before either could utter another word. He arrived in time for tea—a slim, sunburned, alert young man, with an attractive smile, pleasant manners and a colonial accent., "I'm sorry I can't give you a larger room at present," said Mrs, Blantyre, "but perhaps this will do In the mean- time, and I'm sure the young married couple in the front rooms won't mind you having meals with thein." "This room's just right," he said gaily, "and, if you don't mind, I'll eat with you, and make myself at home.' I've been round the world, and I'm tired of hotels and boarding-houses, 1 As for ordinary rooms, it makes me sick to be penned up inV small space and expected to stay there, I guess the young married couple would rather eat alone, at least, I should in their circumstances, and I'd feel in the way every minute. I'ni a home bird, though yeti mightn't thick it to look at me, and it's home life I'm long- ing for," • "You'll .find its very 'plain ,folk," and Mrs, Blantyre shook her liead, "and I'M afraid things are pretty much ofy trek for home." "Home! Australia! In a short time!" It struck like a knife -thrust right into the core of Connie's heart. It was going to end, this pleasant time which she had imagined would last lavish all his spare money on them, and was often taken quite seriously to task on tiie subject by Mrs. Blan- tyre. "You'll never be able to marry," she told him frequently. ,;,Never, unless the right girl learns away down on the under side of the to love me,", he once returned wist- world. He looked so young, so boyish, fully, and from that moment hope beat so pitifully helpless, sitting there. He high in the another's heart. was poor, too. Of that she was cer- At last, one autumn day, wheu a tain, and he had been able to save nothing, with his heavy business ex- penses and spending so freely on her mother and herself. "Angus!" she called in a voice of despair. "Don't go. Stay and manage Brunton 8c Bryce's yourself, and I'll be your clerk at my old pay." And, slipping her hand across the ledger, site laid it softly upon his own. IIe caught, grasped and hel dit, warmly, firmly. "I must go, little girl," he' said. "They've cabled for also his prelude to combat. Hunting me." alone, the lion stalks in a silence more terrifying than any roar. The `killing roar' is a product of human imagina- tion." British Goods in Canada faint. Life. without . Angus—why, it was unthinkable. That dear, fair head, that sunburned face and sunny smile. She could not let him go across those cruel, raging seas, amid all sorts of unknown dangers, to that far land Link' With Past to Go to go, tint; ---how can I leave Mother?" "I guess we'll manage to take yoUY mother •along with us, dear,' and give her as , good a time . as ,ourselves." "i3ut, darling, you can't afford it'1 observed Connie. "You're only a tra' Yeller on commission, you know." "Yes,; but my, boss Happens to be dad; • and ,I'M hiS only son. Iie's this particular little ,1.ustralian Produce Company." "Is he a, millionaire?" gasped Con, pie, `"Something along that lino," laughed Angus, 'so you're going to quit led- ger's and take to story books after this. 1 didn't telt you, because T made up, my mind that my girl was going to love me for myself, and I wanted to live the simple life for a little while." ' "Oh," exclaimed Connie, "life has changed. into a fairy tale, and you're my prince," " "You're my princess, beloved, and we're going to marry and live happily ever after, like the rest of them." And he drew her dark little head close to his ,big waren heart. You Just Can't Tell What a Fish Will Do How a hooked brown trout behaved in an unusual situation is related in a true "fish" story of fisherman's luck by Seth Briggs in "Field and Stream." "Recently," writes Mr. Briggs, "a friend, in fishing over some well known brown-trouttwater, carne to a place on the river where a barbed-wire strand had been thrown across the stream. This wire was suspended about nine inches above the .surface of the water. The sides of the stream were rocky and precipitous, necessitating a detour through the brush if one wished to ccmtinue on, as it was virtually im- possible to wade further on •accouni. of the heavy head of water. "The angler decided to turn back, but at that moment a good trout rose about six feet in front of the barbed wire. To cast upstream over the ob- struction, hook the fish if it should rise and then net it on the down- stream part without becoming en- tangled seemed ridiculous. But who can resist the lure of a r'irsing fish? `The cast was made. The trout took the fly promptly, turned, ran down- stream, and then leaped ' and neatly cleared the wire. Shortly after it was netted in the open water." Mr. Briggs further tells of what happened to the fisherman who took first• prize; in the Small -Mouth, Black Bass Division of the 1927 Prize Fish- ing Contest. In that instance, the fine bass, which was later landed, took the live frog bait, and when the angler struck, hook and snell parted. Then, contrary to the old tradition which would have the fish scared "skinny," he cai.ie right back and grabbed the next frog. And that small mouth black bass weighed 6 pounds, 7 ounces! When Lions Roar Meaning cf Lion's Call De- scribed by African Hunter W. S. Chadwick, a hunter of lions for.. twenty-four years in the African bush, makes some interesting observa- tions in an 'article in the September issue of "Field and Stream" on the habits of the king of beasts. "During all the `years of my ac- quaintance with Leo by night and day," says 'this authority, "I have = never heard him utter what I should term a `roar.' "At evening and at dawn he gives vent to a long -drawn, plaintive grunt of vast volume .and far-reaching range but produced with nearly closed mouth and an upward lift of the stom- ach to the spine, similar to the action of a pair of bellows. He utters it to call his nate or troop for the night's hunting. At dawn in satisfaction of a full stomach—or lament at an empty one—as he goes to his lair.. It is neither challenge nor roar, but a hunt- ing and • thanksgiving song. "When disturbed while lying on a kill or angry at attempts at robbery by other lions, he opens his mouth wide and emits a harsh; full-throated volume of furious sound which, while pregnant" with ferocity and menace, lacks the depth and volume of his usual tones. It carries barely half a mile, even in the silent night. It is "Why, Connie, hour are we to know who's been waiting for him all this long time?" remarked her wily mother reprovingly, before slipping out to look for her thimble, missed at that mo- ment. The girl withdrew her hand. ' Saskatoon Star (Lib.) : The sale of "Connie! There's no one waiting British goods in Canada depends to a for me but mother and dad, and I considerable degree on the efforts of guess they're thinking of you, too, for British manufacturers themselves. A ' 'you've crept into every letter I've few have set an example by establish - written home since coming to live here ing branch factories in this country —you and the work you've done for and making known their goods to the the company, and the great little pal Canadian public. They have reaped you've been to me." I benefits which point the way to suc- "We've had a gorgeous time," falter- cess in this market for other British eel Connie; then down went her head !'producers. on the pages of the open ledger, and she sobbed. Ina moment his arms were about HudsonRoute The Bay ou Calgary Herald (Ind, Qom.) In ` r ..:::• „.;;>; her, and he raised her tearful face till vestigations carried on in Elie Hudson it was 'hear his own,g ;�3 ""'::'"':'`rt•. 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" I love you, Connie, couldn't of, the Hudson Strait in early July by LiSHEb live without you, so I'm taking yen steamers proved conclusively that no HISTORIC TRAINING SHIP' WILL BE DEMO away from those grey skies to son" C 11,M.S, Impregnable,b nil the'eta y s of the which has for many _ . serious ice conditions prevailed at that built in y frigate,shine and Happiness, and the jolliest time, This is at least one mouth years been used for a training ship - for British tars, according to admiralty little home in the world." ' earlier than was thought' possible e reports, is to be broken up,. 1 "Angus, 1 levo yen too, and I 'want yens or two ago, OW, 0 VO ea 0 eav ng you taggiatniMIMMINIMMODIMIIIINIIIII than formerly aticipated. The passage