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Home My WebLink AboutZurich Herald, 1920-01-01, Page 6natnnnttnt.nnon 4141n.KISktnpsenl. renn.717,,,,r4 Mtt +1.01 -7711,../0,01;:vor=.142 ' , • „ rkia NEW VA.NCOUVER STA -110N ,..•, see esee. V's The new Vancouver tktation built 14 Oanadian National Railways at a cost of a Latton dollars, end whleh one of the best equipped and up-lo-dato stations in the It IS euusteucted genareelly o hria, with stoup dressings and features, tend its (thief attractiveness probably lies' in its simplicity of design. It leas a frontage of feet with a depth of 100. On the ground floor are situated the large g,•meral waiting 1.enee, adjacent and opening from which are separate woldug rooms for men and women, dining and lunch cennter, barber shop, ticket office for rail end steamship. commercial telographe, hand baggage, general baggage, government inall, express and sleeping and dining car departments, The two upper Ileors accommodate the general offices, with entrances distinct frem the station proper, with elevator serviee. On the !Tar side of the station, directly opposite the main entrance, are situated doors loading to a covercel eonceurso 50 fret in width, running thee *hole length of the building. From this con- course are cite to the various train platforms, which are also covered. In all there are 16 tracks leading into the station, the average Icintle of each platform being about 1.200 feet. n•nonnol•••••••••••mom....enann.......n.n n • PM tlak . tt 4,y,:,...:4::•''0l4nsekn,lAeS:4::.. " .netnxdrgnnntre...Tn.....".00KFAZAPSW=1.4'7=liSWOnM,3121tm-=.0=no,,====a,,m-sw,wy.w.lankt, 11‘..,:tz.nnanne .1.1SP•Ineltnanc,....nalann17=&541U1r==.4.2713.2lenn....C., P.a..... • March of the White Guard By SIR GILBERT PARKER. - s zn,nonnnessnsianAr.. `nc,—.1....n=essaws.mumtnuan.rainnin=srmleXYrInr....511.- '`....--.0rAse.--n•-nowaxnrananannalrarda.72cmairenxiathrl.mur.zienornvcr=n—lionnaini CHAPTER VI. To conquer is to gain courage and• unusual powers of endurance. Nap-' °Sean might have marched back from! Moscow with undecimated legions safely enough, if the heart of those - legions had not been crushed. The 'White Guard, with their faces. turned homeward and the man they had, sought for in their care, seemed to have acquired new strenest.h. All. through eays of dreadful eole, through nights of appalling fierceness, through! storm upon the plains that made toe! anent paralyzing coverlets, they marched, And if Vane Lepage did not grow stronger, life at least was , kept in him and lie had once more the desare to live. There was but little speech among them, but once in a while Gaspe Tou- jours sang snatches of the songs of the voyagers of the great rivers; and the hearts of all were strong. Be- tweeu Jacques and his master there was occasional demonstration. And eJaequee. seemed to know that a load was being lifted from the Inert of Jasper Hume, and Jaspar Hume, on the twentieth day honieward, said with his hand on the dog's head, "It had to be done, Jacques; even a dog could see that!" Hume as simply acknowledged his welcome as he had done the. Godspeed two months and more ago. He with the Factor 'ore the sick man in, and laid him on his own bed. Then he came outside, and when they cheered him again, he said, "We have come safely through and I am thankful. But remember that my comrades. in, this march deserve your cheers in this as much as I. Without them I could have done nothing in the perils that lay be- tween here and the Barren Grounds." "In cur infirmities and in all our dangers e," addetl Jeff Hyde, "the luck of the world was in the book!" In another half -door the White Guard was at ease, and four of them were gathered about the great stove in the store, Cloud -in -the -Sky smoking placidly, and full of guttural empha- sis; Late .Carscallen moving his ani- mal -like jaws with a sense of satis- faction; Gaspe Toujours talking in Chinook to the Indians, an patois to the French clerk and in broken Eng- lish to them all; and Jeff Hyde ex- claiming on the wonders of the march, the finding of Varre Lepage at Mani- tou Mountain, and of himself and Gaspe Toujours buried in the snow., CHAPTER VII. In JasperHume's house at midnight Varre Lepagelay asleep with his wife's letters—received through the Factor—clasped to his breast. The firelight played upon a .face pre- maturely old—a dark disenpointed face—a doomed face, as it seemed to the old Faetor. "You knew him, them," the Factor said, after a long silence. "Yes; I knew him ',yell, years ago," replied Jasper Hume. Just then the sick man stirred (in his sleep, and said disjointedly, "P11 make it all right to you, Jaspar." Then came a pause and a quicker utterance, "Rose-4—love you—Forgive, for- give!" The Factor rose and turned to go, and Jaspar Hume, with a despairing, sorrowful gesture, went over to the bed. Again the voice said,'"Ten years - 1 have repented ten years—MY wife— Don't, don't!—I dare not speak—Jass par forgive me, or, Rose!" The Factor touched Jaspar Hume's arm. "This is delirium," he said, "He has fever. You and I must turse him, Hume. You can trust me—you ender - stand." "Yes, I can trust you," war the re- ply,. "But I can tell you nothing." "I do not want to know anything. If you can watch until two o'clock I will relieve you. I'll send the medi- cine ehest over. You know how to treat him," The Factor passed out and the other was left alone with the man who had wronged hint. The feeling Most ac- tive in his mind was pity, and as he I prepared a draught from his own stock of med:eines„ he thought the past and the present all over, He Item that however much he had suf- fered, this man had suffered more, And in this anent night there was ; broken down any slight barrier that might have stord between Varre Le- page and his eamplete compassion. Having effared himeell from the cal- culatioh, justice became forgiveness. He moistened the sick risan't And so it Was "all right" for the White Guard. One day when the sun Was warmer than usual over Fort Providence, and just sixty-five days since that cheer had gone up from 'apprehensive hearts for brave men going out into the Barren Grounds, Scrgeant Gosse, who of late many times a day, had swept the ; northeast with a field -glass, rushed into the Chief Factor's office, and i with a broken voice, cried, "The White' Guard! The White Guard!" and paint - ;ed toward the northeast. And then he I leaned his arm and head against the wall and sobbed. And the old Factor ' rose from his chair tremblingly, and said "Thank God," and went hurriedly i into the square. But he did not go steadily—the joyous news had shaken him, sturdy old pioneer as he was. As, he passes out one can see that a fringe of white has grown about his temples in the last two months, The people of the Port had said, they had iiever seen him so irascible, yet .so gentle; so uneasy, yet so reserved, zo, atom about the mouth, yet so kind • about the eyes as he had been since jasper Hume had gone with his brave companions on this desperate errand.1 Already the hundful of people at the Fort had gathered. Indians left the etore and joined the rest; the Factor and Sergeant Gosse set out to meet1 the little army of relief. God knows! what was in the hearts of the Chief Factor and Jaspar Herne when they shook hands. To the Factor's "In the lime of the Hudson Bay CompanY„1 Mr. Hume," there came "By the help -,3of God. sit," and he pointed to the sled whereof Lepage lay. A feeble hand was clasped in the 'burly hand of the Fe .bor, and then they fell into line again, Cloud -in -the -Sky run- ning ahead of the dogs. &ow had fallen on them, and as they entered the stoeltede men and dogs were white re' head to foot. The White Guard had come back! Tht re met with cries of praise, 1. 1,en by an occareonal choking sound er' • Scots Isles as Kingdoms. a There are number of diminutive water -surrounded monarchies off the 46,2,et,.. of Scotland. They each have their kings, but are subject to the British crown. One of them is the Isle of Bute, in the Firth of Clyde, which is owned by the Marquis of Bute. The kingdom contains only fifty square miles, but has.a population of 11,000 people. There are six lakes within the deleted, the largest. being Loch Fad, which is about a quarter of a mile wide and about nine times that in length. The famous old home of the marquis dates from the.year 1808. Arran is another of these kingdoms in the same firth. The Marchioness of Grahain rules over its 5,000 inhabi- tants. It is nineteen miles long and ten miles broad. It was on this island that Robert the Bruce is said to have hidden in' a cave for some time and there planned -one of his expeditions to recover the crown. The ruins of a castle 'once _the home of one of Scot'- land's kings, is on the island. ,. Sir , John 'Bullough rules over ' the Island of Rhuth„ which is one vast game preserve. IN early all this island deep forest and moorland, and all of it is mountainous. Only 300 acres are Viere are 160 inhabi- tants. Tlie. island t‘provides deer and *es,. game', for. the. nobility, *gest, of these island 'groups is, doubtless Lewis,.4sland) one' of the caiter Hebrides group, off the west coast of .Scotland. It covers an area af. erearlyeeeNlasquare miles' and beads • a pppaletiensef.,370100 peopte„ :It. has :splendid- loebeetevlseeeesplendid fishing is to belied and red deer still roam over the moor' and forest land. 1:1?Iii.Sittrui,',has a stirring history; for the.peop/e' have always been lighters eaiffe have many times defeated the il itopPs..." '• Wettest Spot On Earth. men e Ser emit Goss* 3aspar and bathed his forehead, and roused him once to take a quieting powder. Then he eat down and wrote to Rose, Lepage. But he tore the letter. up again and mid to the dog: "Ma! Jacques, I cannot; the Factor must .do R. She. needn't know yet that it: was I with the White Guard veil) saved him. It doesn't make any burden of 1 gratitude for her, if my name is kept out of it. And the Fae•tor must not' mention me. Jacques—not yet. And when he is well' we will go to London! with It, Jacques, end we need not meet her; and it will be all right, Jacques: all right!" And the dog seemed to understand; for he went over to the box that -inlet"; It; and looked .at his master. And.' jasper Hume rose and broke the seal. and unlocked the box and opened it; but he heard the sick man moan andi he dosed it again and went over to. the bed. The feeble voice said, "Ij must speak—I cannot die so—not. eo I —Jaspar." And Jaspar Hume murmured, "God ,help him." And he moiatened the lips :once again, and put a cold cloth .on the fevered head, and then sat down by the fire again. And Varre Lepage slept. As if some charm had bean In that 'God help him,"_ the restless hands grew quiet, the breath became more regular, and the tortured 'mind found a short peace. With the old debating look in his eyes, Jaspar Hume at until the Factor relieved him. CHAPTER VIII. February and March and April were past and May was come. Varre age had had a hard struggle for life, but he had survived. For weeks every night there was a repetition of that . first night after the eeturn: (Miriam . self-condenefiation, entreaty,and love of his wife, and Jasper Hume's name mentioned now and again,in ehuddeis- big remorse. With the help; of the. Indiere who had shared the sick man's sufferings in the Barren Grounds, -the! Factor. and Jasper Hume nursed him back to life. Between the two waVeh- i ers no word had passed after the first nightregarding the substance ef • Varre Lepage's delirium. But one evening the Factor was evatehing alone, and the repentant manftem hie feverish sleep cried out, "Huth, hush; ' don't. let • them know.y —I:stole 'thein troth hizn—and cause of that; God took it-eatisleRtiie did not know! She did not know!"- • The Factor rose. and walkedsaway: The dog waswatching him. He aidto Jacques: "Youtheve a good inaeter, Jacques—too good, and •great for the 111. B. C." CHAPTER IE. It is the tenth of. May. In antaim-: chair made of hickbey and .bircheberk by Cloud-in-thesSky, sits, Varre. Le - Ipage reading a letter from hisewife. She is at Winnipeg,. and is. coming west as far as Regina meet him. on j his way down. He leek's pewreck; but la handsome wreck! His refined fee- ; tures, his soft black beard and blue ! eyes, his graceful hand. and _gentle manners, one wauld scarcely think be- longed to an 'evil-heartedssnan, He ,sits in the sunlight at the doer, .wrapped about in moose and heaver skins. This world of plain and wood is glad.. Not so Varre Lepage. He sat end thought of what was to come. He had hoped at times that he would die, but twice Jaspar Hume had. said, , "I demand your Hee you owe it to your wife— to nie—t� GM!" And he had. pulled' his heart np to this demand and had lived. But what lay before hirn? He saw a stony track, and be shuddered. The Bar of Justice mid Restitution raesed its cold harriers before him; and be was not,streng. As he sat there facing this future Jaspar Huine came up to him and said, "If you feel up to it, Lepage, we will start for Edmonton and Shovanne on Monday. I think it will be .quite safe, and your wife is anxious. I shall ac- company you as far as Edmonton; you can then proceed to Shovanne by easy stages, and so on east in the pleasant weather. Are you ready to go?" "Yes; I am ready." (To be continued.) SYRIA MAKES A HUMAN NAr.,1K QUICK RECOVERY IN !EATING- MUSES FROM THE RAVAGES WAR. OF TEA ROOM ROMANCE AND TRAGEDY. Primitive Conditionsa Factor in Recuperation of Devas- tated Regions. Travelling through Palestine I was astonished to see numerous herds of cattle and flocks of 'sheep on the hill- side, writes 'W. T. Ellis. Reports corn- ing out of Syria had declared that all the Jive stock of the country had either been devoured by the Turkish army or else eaten by the people to avert starvation. This loss has been repre- sented as a basic cause of continuing destitution. Yet here were the black cattle and the black sheep and black goats, ap- parently as fat and numerous as ever, and teaded by well led, merry young- sters,Nhile their Parents worked in the holds gathering the abundant har- vest. How had live stock and people escaped? "Go Eaet," and Live. "They fled to the Bad" was the suc- cinct answer of a friend who resided itt Jerusalem throughout the war. The primitiveness and mobility of, native Syrian life explains this as well as other survivals. When the Turkish army arrived and began its confisca- tion the people simply took their ani- mals and families and migrated across the Jordan, in patriarchal style, to the safety of the Bedouin country. Turk- ish authority did not actually extend beyond 'the Mecee railway, so the people removed themselves out of the reach of the invaders and took refuge in the hospitality of the Arabs. As to "go Wet" in France meant to die, so the -go East" in Syria, meant to live. Later, when the Turks were driven out, the people ' returned in safety to their own homes. This is the sort of thing that makes a westener wonder at the Orient. Two years ago Syria was in dire destitu- tion. Now it is fat and affluent, and, save for memories of its dead,. better off in many sections, like Fa.reetine, than before the war. Some _Ameri- cana still think of the Holy Land as covered with the dead and the dyieg, whereas there are fewer beggars than an people 'lately so, iestitute normally, How e recover with such quickness? The answer is twofold—their simple life and their cloeeness to a nomadic existence. The Armenian deporta- tions should logically have killed every victim, but these people, and especial- ly the peasants, have always lived in a primitive way. The Oriental is closer to the soil than the Occidental. He can get along with less food, and fuel and furnishing than a more pam- pered person. So when a heavy blow falls, as it did during the war, he is better able to endure it. A Reward of the Simple Life. The friendly soil is nbsorbing back into its normal processes the. recent exiles, because they never were far away from it. The Syrian peasant has a meagre house -keeping equipment, • only a few degrees above that of the Bedouin. His home has not become enema:tiered with...the. appliances of civilization. When he moves he does not have to carry a kitchen stove and a' hot water system and electric de- vicee and an elaborate pantry with Therefore when he conies back he needs little to set him going again. His house is simple, and to. be built by himself and his neighbors.. His es- • gentlel furniture is not much, andhis farming utensils are of the crudest sort. Mercifully, consequently, he is able to start life anew with an equip- ment unbelievably, simple. • Ale makes possible the wonders of re- habilitation now being effected by the co-operation of American relief agen- cies. -For a little 'archipelago, the 'Ha- waiian Islands Offer remarkable var- ieties of climate. Parts of them have much less annual rainfall than • our eastern prominces, whereas on some. of the lofty mountains,there is an almost continuous devvnpinspz through the year. Thus the island of Kauai runs up to a peak nearly a -Trine high (in,accessible except to experiented mountain climb- ers), and upon its lofty elopes there fell during five recent years an annual average of 476 ladies of rain—nearly forty feet, that 'is to say! This, however, is not' a maximum for that wettest spot on earth, In 1914 and again in 1918, as shown by weather bureau rain -gauges, fifty feet in depth of water fell from the okiee upon that one maintain top. liainevaos It4Aniaselet MAIO 31M4eletheria. • 2Altintbrd,0 rani/neat Cures Colas, Eto. Migrating Fish. • Certain ilsh of the South American tropics are known, to leave the small ponds to seek larger and cooler stretches of water when the sun threatens to dry up their late habita- tions. They spend. whole days and nights upon their march, and travel by hundreds through the moist under- grovith of the forests. Corea's Cotton Crop. Under Government encouragement Corea's cotton crop was. increased to nearly 70,000,000 pounds this year and an annual production of 20,000,000 pounds in a few years is expeeted. London'. Wearer's Describes the Various Charactreys of, Her Custorners7 Human nature? Well,- I think I can tell popular novelists some things they don't know about human nature. haven't been a waitress in one -of the busiest restaurants in central London without learning a little about man- kind and .womenkind in general. We get all sorts inhere, from brewers to bishops, girl flower -sellers to College girls. • It a man doesn't glow all over with geniality when he has. had .a good, hearty meal, he's hopeless, and the one who doesn't show his true charac- ter when he is hungry haen't been You ctan size people up by the very bwoily:01 which they give their orders. There is the woman who takes live mlettifes----while I'm standing by, pa- tiently waiting—to decide she is going to have a cup of tea and a scone; and the man who orders steak pie rind by the time you bring it has changed his mind to sausage and mash. Failures he life, both of them. Agaia,-there is the pompous old toff who rings a complete pea] on the bell if you are not waiting on the doorstep to take his order, and complains that the rolls remind Cm of the British. Museum.. You can afford to smile, fit him. You know he's hen-pecked, at home! I don't know which 1 hate most, wo- men who grumble at everything I bring them, or men who try to be un- pleasantly familiar with the and call me "dear," just because I'ma wait- ress. Tips? TheY are always acceptable, of course. All the same, rd rather have the cheerful person who treats the as one. who is human, antr`no money', than the impolite "grouser" and his twopence. Some people think a copper or two will cover up all the rudeness they have hurled at me. A boiler lid. wouldn't. Dirty Cuffs and a Smile. Our regular customers are the, beet,. I remember one old chap well. Hs wore dirty starched cuffs, and never had anything but a roll and a cup of tea for his lunch. Ha came five days every week for years, never grun7eled once, and always had a smile for me. Then suddenly, he stopped coming, and—I could shetVan honest tear over that old man's grave.. One little drama 1 recollect, for I suppose you'd call it that. A young fellow came in, He was almost too ragged and down, at heel to be ad- mitted to any respeetabit tea -house: His food disappeared as though it'evas before a hungry wolf. Just by him was a pretty girl—probably a typist in a city office—and when she came tcr pay her bill site discovered that she - had left her purseat home. We have to be very strict in Buell cases, be.' cause there are so many "forgotten my money, but I'll send it on" people about. But this girl was genuinely distressed. In a moment, up jumped the ragged boy and paid her bill, and. off she *went, blushing, but happy. When the fellow (mine to pay his own he had just threehaatence left. 1 -Is couldn't . give any addreee, net even that of a common lodgiregehonse. A policeman took him away, and I didn't • know whether to laugh or cry. Yes, lots of romances here. I often say marriages are metde in heaven— and eating -houses. One girl came here day after day, always contriving to get a particular. seat where she could see a 'certain 'big, black -haired fellow, though he 4ould never look at her. But you could tell they had been friends Once. So I interfered. Cheek, was it? Well, all 'Women like to try to put Matters right after Dan Cupid has sometimes made such a 'mesa of them. A littionianoeuvring and I got both at one table. .That day they walked out together. I found out af- terwards I had done bettor than / thought, for I bad 'reunited husband' and wileThen there was a shy young fellow, one of our "regulars." He rarely spoke to me, 'but when I brought any. thing wrong for another 'customer, he would always say, "I'll take that, miss. It will save you the trouble a taking it back," What happened then? Oh, rin going tomarry the fellows What else eftd_4.....e1 • Where, Then? • • "le there a fool at the end of thin line?" snapped the nierchatt, angrily$ to the telephone .operatJr. • • , "Not •this end, 'sir," •.replied a voice, ever so eereetly, No one is 'useless in this world' who lightens the burden of it foe anyene else. tj ;,n1r f ,