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HomeMy WebLinkAboutZurich Herald, 1931-09-03, Page 2Salads, Orange Pekoeleaves blend og fresh young ORANGE PEKOE BLEND A . 'Fre$h from the gar4efe' v, w •r .1\: �\ �•• a, �,{� ddp ��\��� �\\���..il�\\��.����a\�4,� \��� \'\�� \� nQ\`tM�OU�".•Yll. THE a KESTREL HOUSE MYSTERY By T. C. H. JACOBS as it soared skywards, purple haze lay over the•''rl butterflies floated lazily ii an atmosphere of trangtiili her in a aott caress, Bu, of security which came false, how false she wast' realize. Something mo, aerose her path and, gta she saw the loathsome, scam of a viper disappearing :bene bracken, It was a; renal* every Garden of Eden has �" With a shiver she waiket, ,• objective the for which rosi., and bare, a mile or so abear reached its base without inei began to climb, from its gee' mit she would be able to se\ and be seen also; Somewhee Pyeeroft was hiding. T wastes of the moor would oft erous safe retreats for thy:,. He would be .on the alert a he would see her. It did TAl her that this was somet'b Barnard might have antici' that she was drawing Bang lover. For an hour she remain top of the tor, makdaig:herse spicuous as possible. Once "she;' she saw a man move on th" but after watehiug the spot L eral min- tes decided that been mistaken. She dance watch and found that it was return. Reluctantly and so disappointed she commenced; trace her steps and had alines' ed the foot of the tor when a sprang from behind. a rock, sei roughly about the waist, and pr one hand over her mouth, bore the ground. The cry which To her lips was smothered, t held her fast in a bear -like u found herself staring with hof eyes into a coarse, negroid face,•,. leered at her With 'a victoti Fear, the strongest human e.. lent her strength. With a de effort she struck at his foe twisting her head aside, suttee freeing her mouth. A half s cry for help came from her bef cruel fingers closed over her. again in a vice -like grip. But and later they relaxed. Soni hurtled through the air and stn.. other's ear with a sickening this 1 h d sideways blood s+,. ._ SYNOPSIS She had hardly entered the room Henry Holt and his ward, Muriel before she realized that it was oceu- Mainwaring, are staying at a Dartmoor 1 pied. Holt was standing by the ward - farm. Holt's friend, Moineau, living at Kestrel House, is desirous .that Muriel robe, examining something which he marry his nephew, Hayden Mercer. thrust into his pocket with furtive A series of mysterious disappearances has been alarming the neighborhood, Mona Page. the vicar's daughter, being the latest victim. Another boarder at the farm, Percival er a Pyecroft fundergroundhis let Flack, pa sage toKestrel House. Inspector Barnard steals into nestrel House and runs into a crook, Slick Samuels. who gives some interest- ing irtfQTmaj19. Later Saiauele is fourse stabbed to ccteatth. Barnard arrests Pye- croft, who effects an escape. When Bar- nard retires that night he is assaulted by a masked man. Muriel overhears Hayden Mercer threaten her uncle be- cause of her refusal to marry him. CHAPTER XVIII. For a long time Muriel sat motion- less in the summer house, engulfed by a terror which paralyzed her mind, stunned by the' dreadful threat. The actual words she barely understood, but the concentrated venom in Mer- cer's soft cultured voice was awful; it shocked her more than any physical voilence could have done. That he could have uttered such vile words al- most immediately after his passionate pleading for her love, words charged with hate and fury so evil as to be scarcely believable, filled her with an" overpowering sense of loathing. With a desperate effort she sought to control the turbulent maelstrom of her emotions, to check her racing heart and get a grip upon her senses. Gradually she quietened, the first horrible shock passed and she set her- self deliberately to review the situa- tiona haste, but not before his ward had caught the blue glint of sunlight on metal. "Er ... hullo, my dear," stamniier- ed Holt, "where've you been?" "What have you got in that pocket," demanded Muriel, staring at Mm accusingly. His round, pleasant face looked drawn and haggard, his smiling mouth smiled no longer, it seemed set and hard. He appeared to have aged ten years or more. "Why . . ex . . nothing, my dear," he replied, "at :east ..." "I saw it," said Muriel, "it's a re- volver. What are you going to do with it?" A sudden spasm twisted his mouth, revealing his clenched teeth and giv- ing him such an expression of ferocity that Muriel started and her face pal- ed. It was as if a rabbit had sudden- ly been converted int oa dangerous animal, possessed of a hatred almost maniacal. But as quickly as it came ly been converted into a dangerous smile. ' "Do with it, my dear? Why, just cleaning it, you know, making sure that it is er . . in working order. With. all these dreadful crimes taking place ..." "That is not the truth, Guardy. You're going to kill somebody." Holt's ruddy face changed to an ashen grey, but his eyes blazed, behind his h rim uicd glasses and he struck ► s upon the ` dresslt'ig- liis ail fist table: "Don't meddle with things which don't concern eoe, ` he barked. Muriel was more than a little frightened at the change; she was see- ing a new side of her guardian's char- acter. "All right, Guardy," she said south- ingly, "don't get so rattled at a joke." Holt turned to her with a sudden, jerky movement of his stout, little body: "Your answer to Mercer was defin- ite and represents your true and con- sidered opinion. Under no circum- stances will you marry him. That is correct, is it not?" The question was shot at her in hard', grating tc;'�es such as she had never heard him use before. ""Yes," she snapped defiantly, ""I would rather die first." Holt nodded his head; he showed no surprise but appeared to be consider- ing the matter carefully: "Ah, yes," he said at last in low voice contrasting strangely with his previous tone: "Death is a wonderful panacea for all evils. Well, well, we shall see. Now leave me, my dear, I have a lot to do." Ge-itly taking her arm he pushed her toward the door and Muriel went obediently. There was something in Holt's manner which allowed of no refusal. With slow, lagging steps she we�tt to her own rom; she felt tired, men- tally and physically. Something of Holt's intention she guessed; he was going to shoot Hayden Mercer at the first opportunity. And yet be had spared no pains to champion his cause, bad tried by every means in his power to persuade her to marry the man he now intended to kill. The inconsistency puzzled her; ldlercer must have some terrible hold over him to warrant such action. That it was the horrible threat which had caused lie change in Holt she was sure. Unt'1 What' Mercer had meant she couid only guess but she realized that he was in deadly earnest. She was in peril, perhaps in peril of her life .. . or worse. Somehow she confiected the Doc with Kestrel House, that sinister mansion. in the valley which she had glimpsed among the trees but never entered. That her guardian was sec- retly afraid of both Moineau and Mer- cer she had suspected in a vague Inde- nite sort of manned on more than one occasion recently. Now she knew. Holt had made no protest but the quivering intake of his breath, ending in a sob of sheer horror. she had heard. Illogically enough she felt sorry for him, his fear was greater than she had suspected or he would surely have made some spirited pro- test. Impossible for her to turn to him for help. From• whom then could she expect protection? Chief Inspec- tor Barnard? She shivered a little as she pictured the cold, grim -faced policeman listening to her extraordi- nary story. He would be the last re- source, she felt. Pyecroft? Yes, but where :vas he? Hiding somewhere, but where? Muriel turned the problem over in her mind; the more she considered it the more convinced did she become that he would not be far away from her. Did this warning mean that he had foreseen this peril which treat- ened her? She believed it did and he would herefore be hiding somewhere on the moor. Her faith in him was boundless, her love for him braced and comforted her, lending her a cour- age which she sorely needed. Why he had come to Dartmoor she did not know, but it was plain that he pas- sensed considerable knowledge of her- self and her guardian.. It followed that he probably knew something of Moineau and Mercer. Was it on their account that he had come to the west country? Perhaps one day he would tell her, the problem at the moment was how tb get in touch with him. a .e li e_ he: He, what New York Is !Nearing ANNE ELI?E WORTHINGTON •ressnaalczng Lesson Fur - Ric Livery Pattern ADN��, -S ce. 094°7° What came before: After Captain rim- my and his Chinese friends were rescued from the desert island, by the freighter "Madrigal,'' they sight a strange locking Draft firing at another boat, Chung taises the telescope and tries to identify the ships. The telescope. suddenly collapsed in Chung's hands, as telescopes will when you squeeze them. Chung was all dismay—where a moment be- fore he was delighted with the won- derful Magic Eye that would bring d Is tont objects. close up. "Lookee Stiekee allee gone", h e walled. a; showed him how it stretched out and soon he had it working fine, in spite of the laughter of the sailors. Care- fully he surveyed the ship which fired the cannon, then as we watch- ed him he seemed to turn three shades paler and dropped the glass with a sudden cry. ""What is it Chung", I asked hur- riedly. But Chung was so upset that he lapsed into a curious chatter of Chinese and English and goodness knows what. I could not under- stand a word of it. Everyone stop- ped tense and excited. Evidently Chung knew something was going on out there in the China Sea. I shook him roughly "What is it" I said. '"Pila.tes" said Chung and his teeth shattered. Pirates! So that was it. Those dreaded villians that infest the Chinese .waters and prey on weak vessels. There was not muck time to waste, if we wanted to save the little ship, at which they were fir- ing. The deoks of the "Madrigal" be- came a scene of the wildest excite- ment, as we worked feverishly get- ting ready to take offinour plane, toward the scene of battle. Soon we Consider•,your comfort, ladies! Capelets are. voguish—and solves the sleeves problem, falling softly over the, houlders as does today's pretty nnc>de1.. The • seaming of • he skirt flounce corresponds with the out- line of loiter edge of the collar. had it overboard, unlashed and sway- ing at the side of the derrick. • ""Pilatos"" repeated Chung, savage. , ly, and before I could stop hien he climbed out on the derrick boom and .slid down the pulley ropes to the plane. "Come back, Chung" I yelled but I might as :yell have remained quiet for Chung dat with clenched fists in the cockpit, swearing terrible things in Chinese. I was amazed'. Chung, of all peo- I le, was the would havel expected ast man on turn wart rior. It was not until a long time later that' I learned that the Pirates had broken up Chung's boyhood home on the river and laid the dis- trict waste and ever since then he had hoped for a chance to clean up on the Chinese bands, Really, his was a ease of splendid courage, for he was actually scared white --or rather scared lemon yea low—with fear, yet he wanted to take revenge for the murder of his family, My respect for Chung grew immensely. Taking him along with me in the plane was impossible, however, I needed the room for .an experienced gunner. T h e mate of the "Madrigal" had some naval training on board a warship, so I took him. ' Our artillery � consisted of • j4r'�! two heavy shot- guns and plenty of shells, also long range automatic pistol. We would have given a fortune for some really good bombs—big ones with plenty of pep —but we had to take such weapons as happened to be on board. 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EnCtose c e ?l�iarierar,� asai•.,oti in Zamosc (.� -, Autumn with gay-tiving'd . „ .,r r ' ._. :Oi Ebyne' Au , lug •ts'the fine eotlacy of s a t t,ns or loin' (cdin preferred; wrap;mosh): Its about halfway between this is followed in, thhhsanc4? of yaws Jt caret r eo for each 'number, and by a laborious night in a sea . c•N'n- adcltessU'cur order to Wilson Pattern ployment., As for the' Freud twork- Service; 73i'Ve'st Adelaide St., Toronto. ing woman, she accepts a tweve or T�—_ fourteen hours' day as a ex of "Something you'll not find any- High noon's meltin azure, histhin course. New German School where else in Poland, and maybe not cloud -country, the landscape The remune ration for all t • Has walls of Glass anywhere else in all Europe. Zamosc Mountainous or maritime, blue calms does not permit of an Berens has a medieval market -place, arcaded of midsummer Ocean, day. Consequently, e 'host o,. The public sc. col, Am KlosterhoE, clear around. No one's ever dared to Broad corn -grown Champaign gold - will welcome a schema that 1} a lust completed at Lubeck, Germany, ,restore' one building in any other waving in invisible wind, worked out by M. Gaston 4 marks anew departure in construe type of architecture. It's as lovely as Wide -water's pasture, with shade of Under Secretary of State at th 1 tion. Glass cabinets for books take when it was first planned. It's just whispering aspen; istry of Public Woilss and the place of the usual walls separating about perfect," lie added �vith an en All whereby Nature winneth our love, Traffic. As is well known, th= classrooms from corridors. The outer thusiasm that was surely contagious. fondly appearing ing into Paris and the.,big left many empty -houses -and in the villages, and M, 'Gera is that these ;night well be. the disposal, at a small co isian workers for a week's, night's holiday. The Department h'as a�; Prefect and every Madre ,to list of such available dare steps are to be taken to pu in possession of this inform s those two towns. By all means, you must have an hour or two in Zamosel" "And why should I take the time for Zamosc? What is there to see?" Plentydeparting; All fair' change, whether of season's or• bright recurrent day, Morning or eve; the divine night's wonderous empyrean; work le en rd, W- rist �d- as gen dea at .ar- ifort The only method of which she could that had been made he had been con - think meant spending a considerable tent to put up with things as +hey portion of her days cn the moor, and stood. It was for her sake then that the moor was a dangerous place for he was going to fight, but he must r.cx. Once when in her guardian's room she had noticed a revolver in his trunk. She determined to get it now. That she had never handled one in her life ' did not occur to her, it was a deadly weapon and she meant to have its protection. Cautiously scouting to see that +he became more urgen; than ever, way was clear she slipped across the would go out at once cpon the moor, lawn and into the house. Noiselessly Taking tip a stout ;isli she used dor ascending the stairs she went straight walking she left her: room and ten to Holt's room, listened a moment, minutes later was treading the brach.- cit and heather. A warm, gentle and quietly turned the handle. grceze was blowing; tt link rose al• most at her feet, bursting into meln.:y have known what sort of a man Mer - ter was all the while that he Was ad- vising and pressing her to marry him. The threat which Mercer had made must have been more dreadful than she could comprehend. Something of Ler first fear returned to chi11 her anew, and her longing foo+ Pyeeroft • she ISSUE Na. 35—'31 walls are also of glass. On the ground floor there is a break- fast and milk room. Each classroom has a bathroom and each desk in the worth the discomfort of the journey. physics department hat its own gas, It was, as he'd said, just about per - water and electrical connections. The feet. .From the Senator and Mme. geography room has a. projection ap Senator, from the friend . who spoke 1paratus by which the movements of English, I pieced together bits of his - Celestial bodies are shown on the cell- tory and learned of Jan Zamoyski, ing. There is alsoa greenhouse, in the hetman who founded the town. which pupils raise plants throughout (There were four hetmans in Poland, the year. My banker was right. The market- place was worthy of all his enthusi- I As to caress her children, or all that in exaltation asm and nine added to his. It was Lifteth aloft our hearts to an unseen glory beyond her. —From "The Poetical Works of • Robert Bridges." U.S. Postage Rates Rise To Great Britain and Ireland Washington. -Rates of postage will the most important officers Proof of the. al ,raphically i11i2 1a plane flying ov s c0 ?'olete stability and sl:w flying l owor ,. •i itownig man hold:nss core attathe•1 Lampton field. of the be increased on letters and postcards king.) That explained his name, for mailed in the United States and ad - ski is the Polish equivalent of a dressed for delivery in Great Britain, French de or a German von, and Northern Ireland and the Irish Free means "from"; Zamoyski then means State on Sept. 1. "the ,nnan from Zamosc." Now this The rate on letters w:11 be 5 cents Jan Zamoyski must have been a very for the first ounce or fraction thereof; important person.... and 3 cents for each additional ounce 1 I was speechless with joy over the or fraction, and the rate on single market -place, as many times as I postcards will be 3 cent„. •.ent into it that day and the next. The present rate of postage to these An architect from Italy designed it countries is 2 cents on letters and — what to -day we'd call "city plan- 1 single postcards. nine --with high brick walls sur- rounding ,the whole town, with the This is Bravery market -place arcaded all around, and London.—Bernard Gildnurray, Jl- streets put in niye there was space ster pian, received the 1930 Carnegie, left, Half shutt my eyes and I night Hero award for his,feat of rescuing have been in Italy, for itwas perfect a fellow workman from a burning, Renaissance architecture.. I gazed and lime kiln. The 'kiln was filled to gazed at the arcades; I strolled along within a foot of the top with burning through them, peerng into the dim , little shops, exclaiming over the vault- coals when the workman fell in. Gil- ing, measuring the walls—four feet murrey immediately jumped in, and thick, or five, with heavy buttresses; with a shovel freed die man from the the whole place idi''such good repair. cc els. Gilmurray wls burned so bad- s Above the shops were three Roars ly himself that he spent months in a of apartments with plastered walls--" hospital. blue or buff or white, So strong is the Trails Zamoyski tradition that no one has remodeled a house, in x,11 these years, I want no road that's- only straight, nor introduced any other style; pr0.0- With dust clouds whitely blowing; ably no one has ever wanted to. Not None such as these can lead my feet, one touch of Gothic, not a hint of To where my heart is going. baroque with its curls and fussiness, Thetown hall may be a century later But let me find a twisty path, than the rest, but with its flee tower That keeps on crying "Follow," it belongs in the picture. The plate And rushes up a mist -white hill, is an absolute unit. And over it all Or drops to dew -wet hollow the medieval spell.—Grace Humphrey. in "Poland the Unexplored," Or guides me to a place of ferns, I had not thought to see; Weigh thy words in a balance, and However crookedly it runs, make a door and bar for thy mouth. Ws straight enough for due.