Zurich Herald, 1917-06-22, Page 2The Bride's Name;
Or The Adventures of Captain Fraser
CHAPTER XXIV.—(Cont'd.)
They felt a little safer when a
brougham dashed up to the house ancl
carried off Fraser and his supporter,
and safer still when his father ap-
peared with Poppy Tyrell on his arm,
blushing sweetly and throwing a
glance in their direction, which was
like to have led to a quarrel until
membered Ms :manner and his appar-
ent haste to get rid of him, amaze-
ment and anger jostled each other in
his :mind, Out of breath, his pace
slackened to a walk, and then broke in-
to a run again. as he turned the corner,
and the church came into view.
There was a small cluster V people
in the porch, which was at once re -
Tommy created a diversion by stating duced by two, and a couple of car -
that it was intended for him. sieges drawn up against the kerb, He
arrived breathless and peered in. A
few spectators were in the seats, but
the chancel was empty.
"They've gone into the vestry,"
whispered an aged but frivolous wo-
man, who was grimly waiting with a
By the time Flower arrived the road
was clear, and the house had lapsed
into its accustomed quiet. An old
seafaring man, whose interest in wed-
dings had ceased three days after his
own, indicated the house with the stem
of his pipe. It was an old house with huge bag of rice.
a broad step and a wide-open door, and Flower turned white. No efforts
on the step a small servant in a huge of his could avail now, and he smiled
cap, with her hands clasped together, bitterly as he thought of his hardships
stood gazing excitedly up the road. of the past year. There was a lump
"Cap'n. Fraser live here?" inquired in his throat, and a sense of unreality
al -
Flower, after a cautious glance at the about the proceedings which was
windows. most dreamlike. He looked up the
"Yes, sir," said the small servant; sunny road with its sleepy, old-time
"he's getting married at this very in- houses, and then at the group standing
stant." in the porch, wondering dimly that a
"You'll be married one of these days deformed girl on crutches should be
if you're a good girl," said Flower, smiling as gaily as though the wed-
vilio was in excellent humor. ding were her own, and that yellow,
The small girl forgot her cap and wrinkled old women should wilfully
gave her head a toss, Then she re- come to remind themselves of their
garded him thoughtfully, and after ad- long -dead youth. His whole world
justing her cap smoothed down her seemed suddenly desolate and unreal,
i
apron and said, "she was in no hurry; and t was only borne in upon him
she never took any notice of them." :slowly that there was no need now for
Flower looked round and pondered. his journey to London in search of
Be was anxious, if possible, to see Poppy. and that henceforth her move -
Fraser, and catch the first train back. merits could possess no interest for
"Cap'n Fraser was in good enirits, him. He ranged himself quietly with
I suppose?" he. said, cautiously.
the bystanders, and, not without a cer-
"Very good spirits," admitted the tain dignity, waited.
It ssemed a long time. The horses
small servant, "but nervous."
"And Miss Tipping?" suggested l champed and rattled their harness.
Flower. The bystanders got restless. Then
"Miss who'?" inquired the small girl, there was a movement.
with a superior smile. "Miss Tyrell, He looked in the church again, and
you mean, don't you?" saw them coming down. the aisle;
Flower stared at her in astonish- Fraser smiling and erect, with Poppy's
ment. "No, Miss Tipping," he said, little hand upon his arm. She looked
sharply, "the bride. Is Miss Tyrelll down at first, smiling shyly, but as
here too?"
they drew near the door gave her hus-
The small girl was astonished in, band a glance such as Flower had
her turn. "Miss Tyrell is the bride." never seen before. He caught his
she said, (levelling fondly on the last, breath then, and stood up erect as the
word, "Who's Miss Tipping?"bridegroom himself, and as they
"What's the bride's Christian
name?" demanded Flower, catching
her fiercely by the hand.
He was certain of the reply before
the now thoroughly frightened small
girl could find bresth anough to utter
it, and at the word "Poppy," he turned
without a word and ran up the road.
Then he stopped, and coming back
hastily called out to her for the where-
abouts of the church.
"Straight up here and second turn-
ing on the left," cried the small girl,
But Flower was running doggedly
up the road, thinking in a confused
fashion as he ran. At first he thought
that Joe had blundered; then, as he re-
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reached the door they both saw him at
the same instant. Poppy, with a
startled cry of joy and surprise, half
drew her arm from her husband's;
Fraser gazed at him as on one risen
from the dead.
For a space they regarded each other
without a word, then Fraser, with his
wife on his arm, took a step towards
him, Flower, still regarding them
steadily, drew back a little, and, moved
by a sudden impulse, and that new
sense of dignity, snatehed ia dful of
threw it over them.
Then he turned quickly, and with
rapid strides made his way back to the
station.
(The end.)
ON THE BRINK.
How An Aviator Narrowly Missed
Death Near Antwerp.
What thrills can be keener than the
thrills of an aviator? Supreme suc-
cesses, the narrowest of narrow es-
capes, disappointments and tragedies,
follow one another swiftly in the lives
of the winged soldiers who are fight-
ing in Europe. What were the
thoughts of Lieut, Robinson when he
brought down the Zeppelin over Lon-
don, and what was in his mind when
recently the hostile guns brought bun
down in France? Perhapz it is be-
yond the power of words to express
them.
In Tales of the Flying Services, Mr.
C. G. Grey tells of a great disappoint-
ment and an extremely narrow es-
cape that fell to the lot of a young
aviator at about the time Antwerp fell. mans. So he edged gently downward,
Late one afternoon this officer was out and when he thought his gasoline must
on duty, when far away to the east be nearly all gone, he made for a
gleam of water.
Very gently he let his machine down
until the water alongside which he was
1 something ready new. Still won-
dering, he came down lower. Then,
suddenly, he saw how he had been sold.
His colossal airship was a long, thin
strip of overripe grain alorg the side
of a hill that had been lighted up by
the rays of the setting sun.
Sadly and swiftly he made his way
toward home, wondering whether he
could reach it, for in his enthusiasm
he had overstayed his allotted time.
At the height at which he was flying
he was well in the sun, but underneath
it was dusk. He could just see the
course of canals and rivers gleaming
out of the darkness. In that part of
Belgium there is almost always flat
ground on each side of the canals, and
he made up his mind to land parallel
to a watercourse of 'some kind.
By this time he calculated that he
must be over territory held by Bel-
gians or by British, and not by Ger-
he spied a long, pale shape shining in
the sun. It was obviously miles
away. He had already been in the
air for some time, but he knew just flying appeared nearly on his own
how much gasoline he had in his tank level. Then -he switched off his en -
when he started and how long he could gine and glided slowly along, anxious -
fly before ho would have to come
ly feeling for the ground he could not
, down. He decided to chase the thing see. The -wheels touched, then the
for half an hour, that would leave tail skid felt the ground, and without a
jar the machine came to rest. The
pilot heaved a sigh of relief and climb-
ed out.
OnceOn
on the ground he was able to
see nearby objects fairly -well, but, as
he walked round to the front of the
machine, the ground before him sud-
denly vanished. Cautiously he ap-
proached the limit of visible grass and
discovered to his horor that the ma-
chine had pulled up on the very edge
of a deep, disused gravel pit. Two
yards more and the wheels would have
run over the edge, the tail would have
lifted, and the machine would have
plunged forty or fifty feet into a
stagnant pool, where he would cer-
tainly have been drowned if he had
not been killed by the fall.
33e a boy with your boy instead of
.expecting him to be an old man with
you. It will be easier for you, as
yem were once a boy, but he has never
been a man, and experience can only
'take with years.
him a shade over half an hour's fuel
with which to get home. Off he
went.
As he got closer it became clear that
the object was on the ground, and dis-
tinctly yellow in color, which proved
that it was not a Zeppelin, for all Zep-
pelins are gray. The size showed
that it was not a Parsevall and so he
began to think that he iiiad distovered
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"NOBODY."
Supreme Self -Sacrifice Shown by
Japanese Woman..
There is tragedy almost beyond
bearing in Eleanor Franklin Egan's
recent narrative of the shelling by an
Austrian submarine in the Mediter-
ranean of the English -owned, Greek -
manned vessel Borulos, on which she
was a passenger. The other passeng-
ers were mostly ignorant peaea,nts—
Greeks and Arabs, with their omen
and eavaltiAT 'brow.,
4 :pro -wore also tw's `-two
Englishmen on board at the time of
the attack—sailors picked up, with
their life -boats, after the torpedoing
of their own vessel. The submarine
rose suddenly, quite near, and fired a
single shell, which crashed directly at
the mark. Instantly there was wild
and dreadful panic.
The English lifeboats were rushed,
those of the Borulos being neglected
and useless; and frantic mothers who
could not find a place in them began
to throw their children into the sea
and to leap in after them.
But the submarine s commander was
not wholly ruthless. No other shell
was fired, and when the boat into
which Miss Egan had been pulled from
the water approached it, close under
the muzzles of the threatening guns,
she saw an amazing sight. The two
gunners stood motionless at their
guns, awaiting orders; but every other
member of the submarine's crew -was
excitedly engaged in the work of
rescue or resuscitation. The com-
mander himself, who was weeping,
held an unconscious little Greek boy
by the band of his knickerbockers.
And he told Miss Egan in good Eng-
lish:
"Go on back to your ship. We are
not murderers!"
They went back—those who surviv-
ed—and found other survivors ot the
Borulos. Not one of the English-
men had left her; and after the life-
boats got away, they had organized
hastily to rescue as best they could,
with ropes and -rope ladders, those who
were still swimming or floating near
the ship. Three of them leaped
overboard to save drowning ,children,
and two were drowned in the attempt.
It was one of these English sailors
who told an incident that does, indeed,
as Miss Egan puts it, "insist on being
remembered." In the steerage of
the Borulos was a troupe of Japanese
acrobats, one of whom had with him
his wife and her young baby. The
Englishmen, busy with his life line,
saw the tiny Japanese mother float to-
ward him from behind the rudder, still
clasping her infant.
"I threw her the rope and yelled to
her as if I was crazy," he related.
"She caught it all right; but what do
you think she did? She just turned
her face up to me and called out some -
thin' about her not arnountinto any-
thing. It was somethin' like, no-
body! I got nobody! Nev' mind!' and
she deliberately passed the rope over
to some one else. 'Well, so did I. It
was more than I could stand." ,
With her drowned baby in her arms,
heroic little "nobody" drifted quietly
away to her death; and another, who
perhaps still had somebody, was saved
in her place. But the man she did
not allow to rescue her, simple sailor
though he was, pronounced upon her
an epitaph that neither scholar nor
poet could have equaled." He sup-
posed he should have to live decent for
the rest of his life, he said; because
no one could remember that little Jap-
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FIRE BOMBS
WEAPON OF "FRIGHTFUL JNESS"
IN IVIODERN WA.RFARg.
No Instrument of Present day More
Horrible Than the Destructive
Incendiary Boinb.
The wonders of chemistry have lent
descriptive inspiration to the pen of
many a writer. But mankind, to get
a notion of the horrors of chemistry,
has had to wait for the present war.
The conflict now in progress 15
mainly, as one might say, a 'warfare of
the chemists. Without their diabolical
products, ranging all the way from
high explosives to poison gases, it
would have few of the characteristics
of ultra -frightfulness that render it
unique in the history of international
struggles.
But of all the instruments of de-
struction Vied in this war, there is
none more horrifying than the so-call-
ed "incendiary bomb," which sets in-
stant fire to whatever it touches and
which spreads flame in a manner so
terrific that three or four such gray-
ity-projectiles dropped the other day
from an aeroplane (undoubtedly Ger-
man) burned up the whole of a peace-,
ful Dutch village in a few minutes.
Now, what is the fearsome stuff . -
with. which such bombs are loaded? A
new chemical compound? Not at all.
What they contain is simply a mixture
of two of the most harmless things in
the world—oxide of iron (which is
simply iron rust) and powdered alu-
minum.
An Infernal Compound.
When these two innocent substances
are mixed together the result is a com-
pound truly infernal in its potentiali-
ties for. mischief. It is not an explo-
sive, but if set on fire, it burns with
an, intensity that is positively appal-
ling. Nothing will put it out; no
quantity of water has any effect upon
the raging flames it engenders.
This is the material used for load-
ing incendiary bombs. It is ignited in
such projectiles by a mercury -fulmin-
ate cap that sets off a fuse containing
powdered magnesium—the stuff pho-
tographers employ for flashlights.
These bombs are thin shells of steel
or iron—mere containers for the mix-
ture before described. They are so
contrived that the fuse.is instar41)r, . ,x5
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the shell is melted by the Ire"A"mene :.
ated within it and a flood of fiercely
burning metal is scattered in all direc-
tions.
All of this seems rather extraordin-
ary, and it is worth explaining.
Oxygen has an affinity for iron,
readily combining with the latter --
which is the reason why iron is liable
to rust. This rust is a chemical com-
pound of iron and oxygen; in other
words, oxide of iron.
But oxygen has a much greater af-
finity for aluminum. And so, when
the two metals are powdered and mix-
ed together and heat is applied the
oxygen flies out of the iron rust and
combines with the aluminum.
"Fiery Dragon" of Middle Ages.
The process is started in the bomb
by the burning magnesium. And then
the oxygen passes out of the iron and
into the aluminum so rapidly that an
enormously high temperature is de-
veloped. It runs up to 3,500 or 4,000
degrees Fahrenheit—which means, of
course, a tremendous combustion. The
mixture of aluminum and iron burns
like so much tinder—though such a
way of putting it is absurdly feeble.
The present war has been conspicu-
ously marked by reversions to ancient
methods of fighting. In this line the
incendiary bomb offers an excellent il-
lustration. It is in effect merely an
adaptation of an idea utilized by the
Saracens—we should call them Turks
nowadays—in their warfare with the
Crusaders of the Middle Ages.
The instrument of war most dread-
ed by the Crusaders, as they found it
in the hands of the Turks, was the in-
cendiary bomb—a projectile that flew
through the air "like a fiery dragon"
as they described it and set fire to
whatever it touched. Sometimes it was
provided with iron barbs, by which it
clung to buildings.
This was one of the ways in which
the Saracens employed the celebrated
"Greek fire"—an inflammable com-
pound that is understood to have been
a mixture of petroleum, saltpeter and
pitch. The chief horror of it, frorn
the Crusaders' point of view, was that
it was unquenehable. Mere water had
no effect upon it. Hence they were
sure that it must be of diabolical al-
gin.
It is easily. seen that the up-to-date
incendiary bomb is a great itnprove-
Ment on its original of the Middle
Ages. Tho modern contrivance is
thoroughly seientific, and it does its
destructive business with certainty and
dispatch.
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