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HomeMy WebLinkAboutZurich Herald, 1916-12-15, Page 6Giese and --- --Free from. Dust Sealed Packets Only a Never in Bulk Elack---Mixed—Natural Green la 212 The ri e's Natie; Or, The Adventures of Captain Fraser CHAPTER IX.—(Cont'd). A startled silence was broken by Mr. Wheeler's chair, which fell noisily. "I mean," stammered Fraser meet- ing the perturbed gaze of the dock - foreman, "that he told me once if any- thing happened to him that I was to break the news to Miss Tyrell. It's been such a shock to me I hardly know what I'm saying." "Yes, you'll go and frighten her," said Bob Wheeler, endeavoring to push past him. The (nate blocked the doorway. "Are you going to try to prevent me going out of a room in my own house?" blustered the young man. "Of course not,' said Fraser, and, giving way, ascended the stairs be- fore him. Mr. Wheeler, junior, after a moment's hesitation, turned back and, muttering threats under his breath, returned to the parlor. Miss Tyrell, who was sitting by the ; window reading, rose upon the mate's entrance, and, observing that he was alone, evinced a little surprise as she shook hands with him. It was the one thing necessary to complete his discomfiture, and he stood before her in a state of guilty confusion. "Cap'n Flower couldn't come," he stammered. The girl said nothing, but with her dark eyes fixed upon his flushed face waited for him to continue. "It's his misfortune that he couldn't come," continued Fraser, jerkily. "Business, I suppose ?" said the girl, after another wait. "Won't you sit down?" "Bad business," replied Fraser. He sat down, and fancied he saw the way c"lear before him. "You've left him on the Foam, I suppose?" said Poppy, seeing that she was expected to speak. "No; farther back that that," was the response. "Seabridge?" queried the girl, with an air of indifference. Fraser regarded her with an ex- pression of studied sadness. "Not so far back as that," he said, softly. Miss Tyrell manifested a slight rest- lessness. "Is it a sort of riddle?" she demanded. "No, it's a tale," replied Fraser, not without a secret admiration of his un - Suspected powers of breaking bad news "a tale with a bad ending " The girl misunderstood him. "If you mean that Captain Flower doesn't Icing Sugar For frosting cakes, mak- ing bonbons and other confections without cook- ing. Ask for it by name at your grocers. 1 -lb Cartons only is packed at the factory in dust -tight cartons. Yours is the first handto touch ft. 2 and 5 -lb Cartons 10 and 201b Fags "The All-PtcrposeSuga r" Send itA1 AM Cook`Bookark fur a Mantic Sugar Refineries Ltd. rower I11r14.;. Itotttreral SO want to come here, and sent you to say so—" she began, with dignity. "He can't come," interrupted the mate, hastily. "Did he send you to tell me?" she asked. Fraser shook his head mournfully. "He can't come," he said, in a low voice; "he had a bad foot—night be- fore last he was standing on the ship's side—when he lost his hold—" He broke off and eyed the girl ner- vously, "and fell overboard," he con- cluded. Poppy Tyrell gave a faint cry, and springing to her feet, stood with her hand on the back of her chair regard- ing him. "Poor fellow," she said, softly; "poor fellow." She sat down again by the open window and nervously. plucked at the leaves of a geranium. Her face was white and her dark eyes pitiful and tender. Fraser, watching her, cursed his resourceful skipper and hated him- self . "It's a terrible thing for his friends," said Poppy, at length. "And for you," said Fraser, respect- fully. "I am very grieved," said Poppy quietly; "very shocked and very griev- ed.» 1 "I have got strong hopes that he niay have got picked up," said Fraser, cheerfully; "very strong hopes. I threw him a life -belt, and thought we got the boat out and pulled about, we couldn't find either of them. I shouldn't be at all surprised if he has been pick- ed up by some vessel outward bound. !Stranger things have happened." The girl shook her head. "You. didn't go overboard after him?" she asked quietly. "I did not," said the mate, who was somewhat tired of this tactless ques- tion; "I had to stand by the ship, and besides, he was a much better swimmer than I am—I did the best I could." Miss Tyrell bowed her head in an- swer. "Yes," she said, softly. "If there's anything I can do," said Fraser, awkwardly, "or be of use to you in any way, I hope you'll let me know—Flower told me you were all alone, and—" He broke off suddenly as he saw the girl's lips quiver. "I was very fond of my father," she said, in extenua- tion of this weakness, "I suppose you've got some rela- tives?" said Fraser. The girl shook her head. "No cousins?" said Fraser, staring. He had twenty-three himself. "I have some in New Zealand," said Poppy, considering. "If I could, I think I should go out there." "And give up your business here?" inquired the mate, anxiously. "It gave me up," said Poppy, with a little tremulous laugh. "I hacl a week's pay instead of notice the day before yesterday. If you know any- body who wants a clerk who spells `impatient' with a 'y' and is off -hand when they are told of it, youmight let me know." The mate stared at her blankly. This was a far more serious case than Captain Flower's. "What are you going to do?" he asked. "Try for another berth," was the re- ply. "But if you don't get it?" "I shall get it sooner or later," said the girl, "But suppose you don't get one for a lbng time?" suggested Fraser. "I must wait till I do," said the girl, quietly. "You see," continued the mate twist- : ing his hands, "it might be a long job, and I—•I was wondering—what you would do in the meantime. I was wondering whether you could hold out." "IIold out?" repeated Miss Tyrell, t.ery coldly. "Whether you've got enough money," blurted the mate. Mies Tyrell turned upon him a face in which there was' now no] ark of color. '.,Chat is my bu:.in •s ," said, stiffly. "Mine, too;' said I,'rni(.•r, geeing steadily at the pretty picture of in- ! dig•,natiun boforc' him. "I was Flow- er's friend as vveil as his mate, and you are only a girl," The indigna- tion became impatience. "Little more than a child," he murmured scrutinis- ing her. "I am quite big enough to mind my own business," said Poppy, reverting to chilly politeness. "I wish you would promise me you won't leave here or do anything until I have seen you again," said Fraser, who was anxious to consult his captain on this new phase of affairs. "Certainly not," said Miss Tyrell, rising and standing by her chair, "and thank you for calling.." Fraser rubbed his chin helplessly, "Thank you for calling," repeated the girl, still standing. "That is telling me to go, I sup- pose?" said Fraser, looking at her frankly. "I wish I knew. how to talk to you. When I think of you here all alone, without friends and without employment, it seems wrong for me to go and leave you here." Miss Tyrell gave a faint gasp and glanced anxiously at the door. Fraser hesitated a moment, anis- then rose to his feet. "If I hear anything more, may I come and tell you ?" he asked, "Yes," said Poppy, "or write; per- haps it would be better to write; I might not be at home. Good-bye." The mate shook hands, and, blunder- ing down the stairs, shouted good- night to a segment of the Wheeler family visable through the half -open door, and passed out into the street. He walked for some time rapidly, gradually slowing clown as he collect- ed his thoughts. "Flower's a fool," he said, bitterly; "and as, for me, I don't know what I am. It's so long since I told the truth I forget what it's like, and I'd sooner tell lies in a church than tell them to her." CHAPTER X. He looked expectedly on the cabin table for a letter upon his return to the ship, but was disappointed, and the only letter yielded by the post next morning came from Captain Barber. I was couched in terms of great re- signation, and after bemoaning the un- fortunate skipper's untimely demise, in language of great strength, wound up with a little Scripture, and asked the mate to act as master and sail the schooner home. b it • 'L SE fol' Breads Cakes -Puddings -Pastries YOUR puddings are palat- able, why use ]Five Roses ? Simply because you want them more daintily porous, more digestible. Five Roses puddings digest unconsciously-- every nconsciously—every spoonful is a tasty source of vitality. - f i' for something quite different, I'm just doing this till something better turns up. I find it very difficult to be a gentleman at sea." The cook, with an eye on Joe, ven- tured on a gentle murmur of sym- pathy, and said that he had experience ed same thing. "I 'ad money," continued Mr. Green musingly, "and I run through it; then . I 'ad more money, and I ran through , that." "Ben," said Joe, suddenly, "pass me over that boot o' yours." "What' for?" inquired Ben, who had , just taken it off. "To chuck at that swab there," said the indignant seaman. Ben passed it over without a word, and his irritated friend, taking care- ful aim, launched it at Mr. Green and caught him on the side of the head with it. Pain standing the latter in lieu of courage, he snatched it up and returned it, and the next moment the whole forecastle was punching some- body else's head, while Tim, in a state of fearful joy, peered down on it from his bunk. Victory, rendered cheap and easy by' reason of the purblindrgess of the fran- tic cook, who was trying to persuade Mr. Green to raise his face from the floor so that he could punch it for him, remained with Joe and Ben, who, in ski and requesting him to keep order, walked away. A silence broken only by the general complaiments of the much gratified Tim, followed his departure, although another outbreak nearly occurred ow- ing to the cook supplying raw meat for Mr. Green's eye and refusing it for Joe's. It was the lack of considera- tion and feeling that affected Joe, not the want of the beef, that little dif- ficulty being easily surmounted by tak- ing Mr. Green's. The• tumult was just beginning again, when it was ar- rested by the sound of angry voices above. Tim, followed by Joe, sprang up the ladder, and the couple with their heads at the opening listened with appreciative enjoyment to a wordy duel between Mrs. Tipping and daughter and the watchman. "Call me a liar, then," said old George, in bereaved accents. "I have," said Mrs. Tipping. "Only you're so used to it you don't notice it," remarked her daughter, scathingly. "I tell you he's drownded," said the watchman, raising his voice; "if . you don't believe me go and ask Mr. Fraser. He's skipper in his place now." (To be continued). A Chemical Solution. emistry Professor—What hap - to gold when it is exposed to the udent (after long reflection)—It's n. titer Seigel'a Syrup corrects and stinutlates d(gswitivo organs, and baniahea the meas ants which arise from Indigestion. 11 F ©R STOMACH AND LIVER TROUBLE 4P{a ,1 00. The Large bottle coapkesthree times al TED, Craig Street weer Montreal. n ft n J d ly 'e m ne url Bei oth r m sx en c.ns 1 Bei rose. 4'We don't want no mister 'ere," he curtly, "an' wot's more, we won't 'ave 'em That chap's name's Bob. but we calls 'im Slushy. If it's good ( enough for us, it's good enough for a ! ordinary seaman wot's got an A. B. ' discharge by mistake. Let me 'ear you call 'fin Slushy. Go on, now." "I've no call to address 'im at all just now," said Mr. Green, liftily. "You call 'im Slushy," roared Joe, advancing upon him; "call 'im Slushy till I tell you to stop." "Slushy," said Mr, Green, sullenly, and avoiding the pained gaze of the e000k; "Slushy, Slushy, Slushy, Slushy, "That'll do, " said the cook, rising with a scowl. "You don't want to make a song abaft it." Joe, content with his victory, resum- ed has seat on the locker, and exchang- ed a reassuring glance with Ben; Mr. Green, with a dopa^eeattCPy glance at she cook, sat down rind Off'er'ed him a l,ipc of tub taro, "13<een to yrs lo,,, ': intluire;.i the c'',014., accepting it. • "Not long," said the other, speaking very distinctly. "I was brought up ortable id Winter, tism and Thrift ers or Over - Your Feet her prices has a sig- effect on our personal rious matter for the t the Front. ler much faster than serve, particularly of diminishing. If the shoes and equipment, able to procure it at ns must economize on it to the limit. This is the reason well-worn shoes are no longer a discredit, but an honor—an evidence that the wearer puts patriotism before pride, thrift before vanity. Fortunately the prevailing moderate prices of rubbers and overshoes make this practicable. In most cases they cost little more than before the war, and a very small expenditure for either will protect the old shoes perfectly through the winter, keep the feet dry and comfortable, and guard the wearer's health. Many are also following the sensible course of wearing rubber boots or ".rubbers and socks " for working around the stables, in the woods, or in the fields during the cold, wet weather. Not the least of their advantages is their cleanliness around the house. 'Wearing rubbers or overshoes is one of the rare cases where virtue brings its own reward, for in :addition to the very considerable money saving, what I`s there that ::+.aa Fords such ,solid comfort as a well- worn 'pa.ir elf Nhbes ''• Shoe -Leather Is z a Public Service as Well as a Private; Econoixly is 1.1 L; r �4: fiiy Y If �.t p.F.. ON THE FARM Cooperative Bull t;,ubs . The breeders' club has become quite common 'in Canada, and as an associa- tion is, no doubt playing a large part in the production of good pure bred cattle. But their usefulness has never been extended very far beyond the holding of consignment sales. One of the things which they might do is to make a cooperative effort to obtain and retain better sires. It is notic- ed, even in districts where breeders' clubs have been established the long- est, that almost 'every breeder sup- ports a sire in his herd. This ani- mal, with good care and feeding, could easily head two or more herds, says Farm and Dairy. A scheme for the cooperative owner- ship of sires requires careful plan ning. A well laid plan to work on is reported in a recent issue of the Hol- stein -Friesian World. A part of the article in question is reprinted -here- with for the benefit of our readers: "The dairy farmers near Roland, Iowa, have formed the first Holstein- Friesian Bull Association in, the state, and they have done this, not as large or accomplished Holstein breeders, but just as younger breeders of Holsteins with the necessary progressiveness and enthusiasm can do anywhere. To Mr. Winkler, of the United State De- partment, goes the credit for starting this association, although the exten- sion workers of the Iowa State Col- lege, Professors Barker and Cort, have also materially helped with the work. After corresponding with some of the breeders near Roland and receiving satisfactory assurances, Mr. Winkjer personally visited the men and secured their cooperation in the project. "Fourteen breeders of grade and pure bred Holstein -Friesians form the association. These are divided into five blocks, one well bred registered bull being secured for each block. The number of breeders in each block de- pends upon the number of cattle kept and also somewhat upon the location of the different men forming that group. There are two blocks with. only two men each; two with three each, and the remaining one with four. The expenses for the five bulls need- ed are pro -rated equally among the different blocks and also equally among the members of each individual block. Thus a member of the group composed of four pays only half as' much as one in a blank .contain, ing two breeders. This plan seems to be the most satisfactory and equit- able of any suggested. The bulls will be changed to different blocks every two years, Bull A. in block 1, going to block 2, Bull B. in block to block 3, etc. "One of the provisions of the con- stitution provides that each herd in the association must be tested for tub- erculosis annually. It is further provided that any bull mush be pur- chased subject to the tuberculin test after being subjected to a 60 -day quarantine. The quarantine prevents the bull's infection after being pur- chased, and also affords an adequate safeguard against any illegitimate practices on the part of the seller. It is interesting to note that the larger number of breeders did not object to this clause, but appreciated the value of having it in force to protect the farmers from this dread disease." Dairy Notes. Battens are cheaper than cracks, and cows get a lot more comfort out of them. Windows so clouded with cobwebs that you can't see through them do not let in a great deal of light. Sweep 'em down. Put . the ventilating shafts in rig; winter is here. A bit more elbow -grease these days on the cans, pans, and so forth. The "and so forth" may be almost any- thing in the line of tinware that is used in the dairy, especially the strainer. Marketing dust and other stuff that is apt to get on the cows' flanks after they go into the stable isn't very pro- fitable business—Tits healthful either, particularly if the milk inspector gets after a fellow. A few minutes with the brush pays lots better. Let the other fellow do the shout- ing at his cows, and see to it that he shouts somewhere else than in your barn at milking -time Stand 'by the cows and they will stand by you. A four -legged milking -stool beasts one with one leg, four to one. If any of the women folks help about the milking, make them a long stool with four legs and a place to hold the pail, It is never safe or neat to let the pail rest on the floor. By the time the creamery nirn gets his slice 'out of the milk profits, the railroad another slice, the eoninlis- sion man still another and the retail dealer his, the slice that is left for the man who ought to have the big- gest slice of all is pretty thin.