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HomeMy WebLinkAboutZurich Herald, 1915-09-10, Page 2E �ILDEN KEY Or "7he Adventures of Led9,gard," My the Author of "What Ho Cost Her." CHAPTER X.—(Cont'd). Miss Montressor raised her glass id' winked at her host.. 11 were silhouetted against the window. His face grew dark and fierce. "Faugh!"he exclaimed, "what a kennel I have made of my house! : It don't take much drinking, this, What a low-down thing I have begun eneral," she remarked, cheerily to make of life! Yet -1 was a beg - raining her glass! "Different to the gar—and I am a millionaire. Is it op ; they give us down at the Star, harder to change oneself ? To -mor- , Flossie? Good old gooseberry I' row" -he looked hard at the place 11 that! ! where she had sat--"to-morrow I will "Da Souza, look after Miss Flossie," ask her!" rent said. "Why don't you fill her On his way back to the house a lit - lass ?" tle cloaked figure stepped out from "That's right!" ` behind a shrub. He looked at her "Hiram!" i in amazement. It was the little brown Da Souza removed his hand from girl, and leer eyes were wet with tears. e hack of his •neighbor's chair . and Listen, she said quickly. I have deavored to look unconscious. The been waiting to speak to you! I want rl tittered—Mrs. Da Souza was se- to say good-bye and to thank you. I rely dignified. Trent watched them am very, very sorry, and I hope that 1, half in g amusement, half in dis- some day very soon you will make ust. What .a pandemonium! it was some more money and be happy me indeed -for him to get rid of again. em all. From where he sat he could Her lips were quivering. A single e across the lawn into the little pine glance. into her face assured him of antation. It was still light if she her honesty. He took the. hand which uld look in at the open window what she held out and pressed her fingers. ould she think ? His cheeks burned, ` Little Julie, he said, you are a d he thrust the hand which was brick. Don't you bother about me. It eking his under the table savagely isn't quite so bad as I made out --- ay. And then an idea flashed • in only don't tell your mother that." on him—a magnificent, irresistible i "Pm very glad," she murmured. "I ea. • He drank off a glass of chain- . think that it is hateful of them all to gee and laughed loud and .long at `rush away, and I made up my mind e of his neighbor's silly sayings. It to say good-bye, however angry it as a glorious joke! The more he made them. Let me go now, please. I ought of it the more he liked it. He want to get back before mamma lled ror more champagne, and all, misses me." ve the little. -brown girl, greeted the ' He passed his arm around her tiny aguum which presently appeared waist. She Iooked at him with fright- ith c'hec.:s. E:ni. Mreesile Souza une ned eyes. nt a little towards the young wo- "Please let me go," she murmured. en against whom she had declared' He kissed her lips, and a moment r. Faces were flushed and voices afterwards vaguely repented it. She ew a little thick. Da Souza's arm buried her face in her hands and ran chidden sought once more the back away sobbing. Trent lit a cigar and his neighbor's chair, Miss Montres- sat down upon a garden seat. 's eyes did their utmost to win a "It's a queer thing," he said reflect - icier glance from their lavish host ingly. "The girl's been thrown re- ddenly Trent rose to his feet. He peatedly at my head for a week and ld a glass high over his head. His I might have kissed her at any mo - e was curiously unmoved, but his ment, before her father and mother s parted in an :enigmatic smile. ! if I had liked, and they'd have thank - 'A toast, my friends!." he cried. ' ed ine. Now I've done it I'm sorry. ill up, the lot of you! Come! To She looked prettier than I've ever seen ✓ next meeting! May fortune soon her too—and she's the only decent one ile ,again, and"may I have another of the lot. What a hubbub there'll be nee before long as worthy a resting in the morning!" s ace for you as this!" I The Stars came out and the moon f Bewilderment reigned. No one of- , rose, and still Scarlett Trent lingered red to drink the toast. It was Miss in the scented darkness. He was a s ontiessor who asked the question man of limited imagination and lit- c rich was on every one's lips. I tle'given to superstitions. Yet that "What's up? she exclaimed. night. there came to him a , presenti- , hat's the matter with our next ment. He felt that he was on. the . eater; here 'to -morrow night, and threshold of great events. Something Va. all that rot about your neat new in life was looming up before me and fortune?".. I him. He had cut himself adrift from tered into his \Efe. 1't is true that at times, it needed all his strength of mind to keep his thoughts from. wane dering back into that unprofitable: and most distasteful past --in the Middle of the night even, he had woke iiia suddenly with an old man's cry in. his ears—or was it the whispering of the night -wind in the tall elms ? But he was not of an imaginative nature. He felt himself strong enough to set his heel wholly upon all those me- mbries. If he had not erred on the side of generosity, lie had at least played the game fairly. Monty, if lie bad lived, could only have been a. disappointment and a humiliation, The picture was hets—of that he had no doubt! Even then he was not sues that Monty was her father. In any case she would never know, Ile re- cognized no obligation on his part to broach the subject. The man had done his best to cut himself altogether adrift from his" former life. His reas- ons doubtless had been sufficient. It was not necessary to pry into them— it might even be unkindness. The picture, which no man, save himself had ever seen, was the only possible link between the past and the pre- sent—between Scarlett Trent and his drunken old partner, starved and fever -stricken, making their desper- ate effort for wealth in unknown Africa, and the millionaire of to -day. The ' picture remained his dearest pos- session—but, save his own, no other eyes had even beheld it. He dressed with more care than usual, and much less satisfaction. He was a man who rather prided himself: upon neglecting his appearance,: and, so far as the cut and pattern of his clothes went he usually suggested the artisan out for a holiday. To -day for the first time he regarded his toilet with critical disparaging' eyes._ He found the pattern of his tweed suit too large, and the color too pronounced, his collars were old-fashioned and his ties hideous. It was altogether a new experience. with him, this self -dissatis- faction and sensitiveness to criticism, which at any other time he would have regarded with a sort of insolent indifference. He remembered his walk westward yesterday with . a shudder, as though indeed it had been a sort of nightmare and wondered whether she too had regarded him. with the eyes of those loungers on the pavement—whether she too was one of those who looked for a man to conform to the one arbitrary and uni- versal type. Finally he tied his neck- tie with a curse, and went down to breakfast with little of his good humor left. The fresh air sweeping in through the long open windows, the glancing unlight and the . sense of freedom, or which the' absence of ` his guests vas certainly responsible, soon re- tored his spirits..Blest with an ex - Client morning appetite -the "delight- ful heritage of a clean life—he en -i his. break fast and. thoroughly? appreciated his cook's efforts. If he needed a sauce, Fate bestowed one upon him, for he was scarcely mid - ay way through his meal before' a loud inging at the lodge gates proved he accuracy of his conjectures. Mr. a Souza had purchased a morning aper at the junction, and their host's erfidy .had become apparent. Ob- ously they had decided to treat the vhole matter as a practical joke and o brave it out, for outside the gates an open fly were the"whole party. hey had . returned, only to find that ccording to Trent's orders the gates ere closed upon them. Trent moved his seat to where he ould have a better view, and con- nued his breakfast. The party in the cab looked hot, and tumbled, and cross. Da Souza was on his feet ar- guing with the lodge-keeper—the wo- men seemed to be listening anxiously. Trent turned to the servant who was waiting upon him. "Send word. down," he directed, "that I will see Mr. Da Souza alone. No one else is to be allowed to enter. Pass me the toast before you go." Da Souza entered presently, apolo- Trent looked at them all in• well-. the old -it was a very wonderful and ulated amazement 1 a very beautiful figure which -was t 'Heavens," he exclaimed, "you don't beckoning him to follow in other D ow ---none of you! I thought Dad paths. The triumph of the earlier P uta would have told you the news!" ; part of the day seemed to lie far back p What news t Da Souza cried, his in a misty- and unimportant past. vi ady eyes protuberant, and his glass' There was �a new world and a greater, ested half -way to his mouth. I if fortune willed that he should enter it "What are you talking about, my i it. T Tre• nt set down his glass. CHAPTER XI. a "My -friends," he said unsteadily,' w t me explain to you, as shortly as I! Trent was awakened next morning n, what an uncertain position is that ; by the sound of carriage wheels in c a great .financier." 1 the drive below. He rang his bell at ti Da Souza leaned across the table. once. After a few moments delay it is face was livid, and the corners of was answered by one of his two men- s eyes were bloodshot. 1 servants. "I thought there was something ! "Whose carriage is that in the ," he muttered. "You ' would not , drive?" he asked. e me come into the City this morn -1 "It is a fly for Mr. Da Souza, sir!" g. D'—n it, you don't mean that! "What! has he gone?" Trent ex - u—" claimed. "I'm bust!" Trent said roughly. "Is I "Yes, sir, he and Mrs. Da Souza and at plain enough ? I've been bulling ;the young lady." West Australians, and they boom-1And Miss Montressor and her , and this afternoon the.Govern- nt decided not to back us at Bek- •. "They shared the fly, sir. The lug- : ndo, and the mines are to be shut ' gage all went down in one of the wn. Tell you all about it if you carts." - ee." I Trent laughed outright, half scorn No one wanted to hear all about: fully, half in amusement. They shrunk from him as though! "Listen, Mason," . he said, as the were a robber. Only the little ; sound 'ofewheels died away, "If any 'own girl was sorry, and she lookedof those people come back again they ; him with dark, soft eyes. I are not to be admitted -do you hear? "I've given a bill of sale here," , if they bring their luggage you ' are rent continued. "They'll be round' not to take it in. If they come them- -morrow. Better pack to -night. selves you are not to allow them to iese valuers are such robbers. enter the house. You understand rme, another bottle! It'll all have ' that?" be sold. We'll make a night of it." "Yes, sir." Mrs. Da Souza rose and swept from "Very good! Now prepare my bath e room—Da Souza had fallen for- at once, and tell the cook, breakfast ird with his head upon his hands. in half an hour.,Let her know that 3 was only half sober, but the shock I am hungry. reakfast for one, is working like madness in his mind! Those fools who have just left ain. The two girls, after whisper- will get a morning paper at the sta- e together fora moment, rose and tion and they may come back. Be on !lowed Mrs. Da Souza. Trent stole the look -out for them and let the ma his place and out into the gar- other servants know. Better have the n. With footsteps which were :ady enough now he crossed the vel- ty lawns, and plunged into the rubbery. Then he began to laugh the loss of an easy situation and pos- 'tly as he walked. They were all sibly even a month's wages, hastened ped! They had accepted his story to spread more reassuring news in '.bout the slightest question, He the lower regions. It was a practical ned over the gate which led into the joke of the governor's—very likely a ge gate locked. "Very good, sir," The man who had been lamenting ;le plantation, and he was sudden - grave and silent. A night -wind was wing fragrant and cool. ' The dark ighs of the trees waved to and against the background of deep e sky. The lime leaves rustled tly, the perfume of roses came ting across the flower -gardens. int stood quite still, listening and eking. What a beast I az»!" he muttered. was there slie sat! I'm not fit to athe the same a r, ie looked back award the. hose, figures o f the w �j o. �ir�s, wit's �ir za now standing between i; 'beth, ruse to get rid of guests who had certainly been behaving as though the Lodge was their permanent home. There was a chorus of thanksgiving. Groves, the butler, who read the money articles in the Standard every Morning, with solemn interest, an- nounced that from . what he could make out the governor must have landed a tidy little lumpyesterday. Whereupon the cook set to work o pre area breakfast worthy of the oc- cite an. h Olt had awakenedwith a keen sense of anticipated pleasure. A new and delightful interest had en,. eh es chase\ dui Gar ries the Flavor °V MIX B 3rd Quality Unchallenged 7 rTwenty-three Years* Common Sense in the Hog Lot. The question of which breed swine to select for the economic pro- duction of pork is perhaps of less im- portance to -day than in the past. The leading swine -breeders have begun to recognize the . fact that they must shape their favorite breeds to me but such line of investigation is not of practical for the man who must de- pend upon the return from his swine - feeding for his farm profits. He', is on safer ground if he confines "his' taste and skill to improving one well established breed and leaves the ex - et .perimenting to .th man of leisure and market demands. As a natural re- sult, the type of all the leading breeds now conforms to a fixed standard that meets the demands of the packing- houses. The hog that best meets the demand of the present time is a well- muscled hog, thatwill supply a fair amount of lard, and fat meat well marbled with lean, and be ready for market at any desired age. Practical pig -owners, and feeders of market hogs look for good quality, depth, length and width of form, and uniformity of type, regardless of the breed, color and characteristic mark- ings. However, it is essential that we select our breeding -:animals from some well established breed, for pro- miscuous mating of swine of variou types has a tendency to destroy the types of all breeds employed in the crosses and to throw away the result of years of systematic selecting anct mating and perpetuate a certain fixed type in the breed. This point has been illustrated ,by mating a half Poland China and half Cb. se 'r White sow n.L�th a pure-bred Berkshira boar.. The ?i'gs resulting fromthe cross were red, spotted, speckled, and striped, showing that the cross. was lost, and with it,the improvements in color.' and mar rags. The result was the return of the offspring by the principle of heredity to the original scrub type. All of our swine, particularly the improved breeds, which are but a modified form of the original, will not produce , themselves perfectly unless guided by the hand of man. Whatever breed is selected, should be kept pure, and only the best used for breeding. The nran who makes a specialty of producing pork, should grasp every opportunity to improve his breeding stock, the same as the man who is breeding registered swine. Uniformity of type is an important thing in the successful management of breeding -hogs, especially near mar - tet time, for a uniform bunch of hogs will bring more money on any market than a mixed lot. A pure-bred lot of hogs are much more apt to mature together and please ' discriminating buyers. In selecting a breed we should give particular attention to its adaptability to the environments under which it is to be placed. Some are good rustlers, some are more quiet and better adapt- ed to small feed lots. The, breeds that have proved best suited to our climate and conditions in the hands of farniers and feeders are the safest breeds to invest in, We all have our preferences, our likes and dislikes, our : favorite color markings and our hobbies, but from 'the view- point of dollars and cents there is no best breed. All breeds possess many good qualities, and some less desir- able ones, and the man who makes a failure with one breed can hardly hope to succeed with another. Judi- ciousbreedcare will bring success with any . All ' practical hog -growers agree that crossing the breeds is a danger- ous practice, and that the best re- sults are attained by sticking to one breed. Still, some men still cling to the idea that it, is possible to incor- porate all the good qualities of the different breeds into a cross -bred ani- mal It is a disastrous belief if put into practice. There may be certain. instances when crossing will give good results, as in the production, of pig pork. The .man who is experimenting with the various breeds and crosses, in search of something better than has yet been found, may have a mission, k' Fren®jjaaader At the Dardanelles was the General second in command of the French Expeditionary . Ariny sent to the Dardanelles under Glen. Gouraud. On that officer being wounded. he s,zcceecled to the three French (Moors have mmd, Within three months, the command as l 001e ague to :�1r fan 11a,milton, The two teenier were Gen. &Mantle and Gen, Gouraud, Oats make a fine ration for hogs but as a rule they are too expensive. Fed to sows just after farrowing, oats cannot be surpassed for keeping them in good condition. A feeding floor will save itself in feed and manure in a single year, provided it is made of waste material around the farm. A -cement feeding floor is a joy to any lover of swine. rt is rather ex- pensive to commence with, but its durability makes it a paying invest- ment in the long run. Brick makes a fairly good feeding floor, but to be ef- fective requires a deep foundation of broken stone, sand and cinders, and this is expensive. A field of rye sown in the early fall will help out the grain supply won- derfully in the late spring. It is a prevalent notion that hogs cannot thrive except they have a mud hole in which to wallow. Nonsense! Pigs thrive , better on clean pasture. clean floors and clean water than they do in dirty surroundings.' In the 1, summer time the hog ,seeks the mud hole in order to cool himself and to 'tid himself of the, flies, not because he naturally likes mud better than clean water- Many aterMany people imagine that if they give the pigs plenty of skimmed milk I they do not need water. Milk changes to solid food almost the moment it '.enters the pig's stomach and is, there- fore, not a substitute for water. It costs nothing to soak hard grain in warn water, and when fed to pigs its digestibility is increased. There are scores of theories about watering animals, but our experience is that the best judge of the matter is the animal itself. If it can always reach water when it needs it, it will I take care of its own wants. THE BIG BY-PRODUCT LEAK. According to recent statistics there are in Canada, in round numbers, 3,000,000 horses, 6,000,000 cattle, 3,500,000 hogs, and 2,000,000 sheep. Experimeets indicate that the approx- imate value of the fertilizing consti- tuents of the manure, both solid and liquid, produced by each horse would be $27, by each head of cattle $20, by each hog $8, and by each sheep $2. This would make the total value of the manure produced in one year by the different classes of farm animals in Canada amount to $233,000,000. The importance of thisby-product of the farm may be better realized if we compare it with some of the .other principal products of the Canadian in- dustries. The following table shows the value of some of the leading pro- ducts: Total wheat crop, 1914.. $196,000,000 Total oats crop, 1914.... 151,000,000 Total forest products, 1911 . 180,000,000 Total mineral products, 1913 .. 145,000,000 Farmyard manure (aver- age five years) 233,000,000 The figures given in the above table are for the years in which the value of each product mentioned reached the highest point on record, while the figures for the manure represent the average annual production for the past five years. Blame the Elephant. Customer (annoyed) --"I wish to return this paper cutter. It is not ivory', as represented." Clerk --"Not ivory, madam? / can't understand that, unless the ole- getis and abject, prepared at the same phant had false teeth," time to extenuate and deny: Trent , continued his breakfast coolly. About four niill,ion steel pens are (To be continued,) consumed ' daily in the world. What to Wear and Ilow To Wear If,• The wax is furnishing many new' dolor terms. "Bleu de drapeau" or flag blue isthe brilliant blue of the Vrench tri -color, ft•is a trying color'r but sometimes a woman can weal: l4. and when she can it is very stunning'. Grays are named :dor big guns or 1 ammunitions. There are the "mitrail- leuse," the '"'75" and the "Obus." Lau- rel green, the symbol of victory, is called Italian green, though it is many tones darker.' than the green of the Italian flag. Bead workers are going to -have their hands full this coming season —their hands full of beads and their pockets full of money. Combinations of colors, a distinctive feature of the coming styles, are most effective in bead work. One single little narrow hat band shows the clever use of 'six colors. Bands, buckles and ball -like ornaments hi beadwork are on the best imported millinery. Steel bead- ing is in special good favor with the ruling spirits of fashion, One year ago the French women adopted the braided coats and small hats suggestive of military life, but now they -have returned to more fem- inine attire, and are keeping strictly to plain modes and rather sombre col- ors. The English girls, however, are going In. for clothes so suggestive of belligerency that some of the gar- ments are extreme beyond the point of good sense. If you are an individual of middle age youwill remember the arrival of the shirt waist which put in an ap- pearance about twenty years ago. There was a terrible howl, as there is about everything new. The lemon- ated criticssaid it would rob women of their charm and that they would become mannish and impossible. Be- hold, the shirt waist is -still with us— and, behold! how charming we remain. The wise woman wears a little fancy wash chemisette with her taffeta frocks. Her attire is always fresh and fine; furthermore, the chemisette pro- tects the gown from soil and wear and tear about the neck, Picot edging and hem -stitching sim- ply will not down and they are used particularly lavishly on chemisettes and "dickies" of the stiff white or- gandy that works up so well for high- standing, wing -cut collars. White linen is a bit heavy, but is used, espe- cially for the low round Puritan "neck fixings. Some of the vestees are made of cluny lace, while insets, fine tucks, hand embroidery and beading of white crystals all appear. Some of the unique neckwear is made up of striped voile in colors, the stripes going ziggy and straight, bias or round and round,, the possibilities for the unusual designs being beyond the counting. Pearl buttons finish up little spaces, but, as a general rule, the buttons are fabric -covered. HOW THEY DID IT. California raisin growers, through nation-wide advertising, brought about the observance of "raisin day." Through this they have been able to double. their output in ten years. Since Saskatchewan has "gone dry" a movement has been started to turn one of the biggest breweries into a cannery for putting up vegetables. In that city there are some 2,000 more vegetable gardens under cultivation as the result of a movement for bet- ter home surroundings. Many experts argue that the great- est agricultural and industrial boom in our economic history is just begin- ning. This is no time for pessimism: let us each do, our work. The great Pan-American Road Con- gress will convene at Oakland, Cali- fornia, on Sept. 13. Its mission will be the betterment of roads in Ameri- ca, and W. A. McLean, Chief Engi- neer of the Ontario Highway Commis- sion, will. preside at one of the ses- sions. Any new idea—or an old one -put into practice upon Mr. Mc- Lean's return will be welcomed. Bankers announce that they have ample funds on hand to take care of the Harvesting, moving and market- ing of the Canadian wheat crops. G. E. White, of Lacombe, Alta., has a Holstein cow that has given 18,e 258.70 lbs. of milk in her year. Her butter record is 625 lbs. The cow is registered as Butter Aggie Cornu- copia Palestine. That Uncomfortable Feeling. Helter—Do you think severe . re- ligious training Xeally' prevents a person from wrongdoing? Skelter-Welly it doesn't exactly prevent it, but it certainly detract: from the pleasure one gets from sin ping. now word "brat," now a term o' contempt, was once an r-`'anary ed. pression for 4 small chile.'"