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Home My WebLink AboutZurich Herald, 1933-06-15, Page 2THE,. -4•4 -4► -o f Paul Silver had regaboed some of his lost breath and his cheeks had also lost some of their .excess.of pigs meet. "Rogers is certainly seting under my instructions, my dear," he soothed, "As he has probably explained to you, we don't want to lose you again. An- other experience such as last week would kill your aunt,I'm quite sure of that, • She was terribly upset, Molly. That's all right now, Rogers," he added, turning to the servant, tale care of Miss Carstairs now," "Do you mean then, that I have never to leave this house of my own. free will?" she ahnost shouted at him, the panic growing within her. "Is that what you mean?" An expression of great pain stale across the man's faee and clouded' his eyes. "My dear Molly," he said, softly, "how can you say that? Do you really think it is any joy to us to have to prohibit your freedom like this. We both love you far too much for it net to do so. But you must see, my dear, that in your present state it would be positively dangerous for you to go on. alone. When your memory re- turns, of course, everything will be all right, but until you can remember. .4." He spread out his broad fleshy hands to indicate the comple- tion of his sentence. (To be continued..) Mysterious Masquerade • By JR. WILMOT SYNOPSIS. ' At a London 'dance Club Molly Car- etairs, a pretty unemployed secieta1'9, meets Roger Barri, g, who p,oroises to get her a job. The following morning Molly is stopped by a policeman who takes her to the police station, showing her a newspaper cutting announcing that a Molly Carstairs is missing from her home. At the police station Molly meets Mr. and Mrs. Silver of Hampstead, who profess to be her uncle and aunt. They persuade Molly to accompany them home. CHAPTER VL Downstairs Paul Silver and his wife were together in Silver's private room which he termed his "office," probably for the sole reason that it contained a roll-top desk and a filing cabinet. He was seated in a big leather up- holstered chair before an electric fire, his wife opposite him ensconced in its counterpart. "Well," she smiled, "I think we've done very well. That photograph was an inspiration of yours, Paul," "Tell nie, what do you make of her?" "I'm puzzled," confessed the woman, "and I'in afraid. You've noticed that she's made no more efforts to protest that she isn't the Molly Carstairs we believe her to be" "What of that?" demanded Silver. "The girl's out of work, and I sup- pose she thinks that if we're fools enough to mistake her for someone else and bring her here to Iive with us, she might as well take advantage of it. After all, she's now got a de- cent- home, which is more than she had before." "But we can't keep her here against her will, Paul?" There was.a note of anxiety in the woman's voice. "The Law has its penalties for that, re- member." Paul Silver made a somewhat im- polite noise at the back of his throat. "Your feet beginning to grow cold fool, Flora. So long as we plug the fool, Flora. So lon as wge plug the lost memory stuff haven't we got suf- ficient justification for prohibiting the girl going out alone? Do get the thing straight." Flora Silver's eyes lost their troubled look and she smiled her ap- preciation of her husband's cleverness, a trick which invariably put him in the best of humors. "You make one feel so confident, Paul;" she laughed, "but when do you expect him?" "Not for a month," answered her husband. "That should give us plenty of time to break the news to her and get her all primed up. I'm not wor- ried about that one little bit. What I am a bit upset about is this," and Silver dragged from his pocket a let- ter. "What is it?" asked his wife, quickly. "It's a letter from young Barling— Roger Barling, if you must know, and it's addressed. to Miss Molly Carstairs at her Chelsea address." "That'll be the friend she mention- ed this morning. Said she had an appointment with him, didn't she?" Her husband nodded. "The landlady said that a young gentleman had called and lied left it for her." "What does it say?" "Read it," he snapped, and tossed the envelope across to her. Dear Miss Carstairs (she read), I'm sorry I missed you. Your land- lady said I must wait until you rev turned. I regret that such was not possible. However, I'xe fixed some- thing' up for yon as I promised, and if you will call around tomorrow morning at eleven -thirty at Messrs. Willington & Perkes, Solicitors, Temple Court, and ask for Mr. Rex Willington, he'll see that you're all right. Perhaps when you're settled down there I'll ring you up some after- noon and invite you out to dinner; that is if you would like to go. So glad to have been able to help.— Yours, Roger Barling. "What are you going to do about it?" asked the woman. "I'm certainly not going to give it to her," said Silver. "How long is it since young Barling was at a party?" "Not for a month or more, He seems to have dropped right out." "Did he lose much?" "Not heavily, I think, but Rex Will- ixgton, who was with him on that oc- casion dropped a hundred to Chem- � 'r That's awkward—damned awk- ward," muttered Silver, "You better cross 'em both off'the visiting list for a bit, Flo. We can't afford to have the girl meeting either of them. until Smokers Attention Buy the Best—Save Money Vpon. receipt of MOO we will . immedi- ately forward: you by return mall 4 Packages 1-5 lb. each: Norfolk Planters (Favorite mend) Snaking Tobacco. State whether you wish Ci arette or Pipe blends-Qualitr guarantee"]. .A trial will convinco ycr 1)o not delay. Send remittance to AImoor TOI'r,( co Company '09 Say el r Toronto we get things over. I suppose the young foot's in love with her. Wonder where they met? I can't think how she got into tow with him," "I hope you're prepared for an ac- cident, Paul," mentioned his wife, ignoring his speculation. "If either Barling or Willington drop in, we can't very well refuse them." "You leave it to ine, Pio," announc- ed Silver, confidently, "No use cross- ing bridges before you come up with 'em. Still I couldn't be expected to know that she knew Barling so well that he was actually job -hunting for her, now, could I?" "Certainly not, Paul," placated Mrs. Silver. "I think you've done marvel- lously well as it is." Paul Silver smiled. He was a man who liked approbation under all cmc ditions. "Well," he sighed, as he tore the letter into tiny fragments and emptied them on a metal ashtray, "so far so good, as the saying is, and so long as the other one keeps out of it, I've a fancy that we're going to come out of this with a grand slam." Saying this he struck a match and watched the little tongues of yellow flume eat up the letter that would have meant more than anything else in the world to Molly Carstairs. CHAPTER VII. It was the day following her akri- val at "Lawn House" that Molly made a rather disturbing discovery. After lunch she decided that she would run over to Chelsea to inquire from her late landlady whether she had received any news from the young man she had said would prob- ably be either calling or leaving word for her. She had mentioned the matter to Paul Silver when he had sent down to Chelsea for her trunk, but Paul Silver had assured her that no men- tion had been made of anyone either inquiring for her or leaving any mes- sage. of satisfied with the man's an- swers, Molly decided that perhaps Mrs. Dawlish had forgotten and that if she went down herself the old lady might remember. Besides, she told herself, she owed Mrs. Dawlish an explanation for going off so suddenly like that, and after all, the woman and her daughter had been inordinate ly kind to her. So Molly put on hex hat and coat and went downstairs. There was no one about. She opened the front door and closed it behind her. She had hardly gone a yard o_ two down the drive than she noticed a man coming toward her across the lawn. He was hrrrying. His face seemed familiar and Molly wondered where she had seen him before, Then she remem- bered; he was the man she had seen Paul Silver talking to yesterday afternoon as she had watched from the window of her room. - The maxi approaching across the lawn diagonally so that he would in- tersect the drive before she arrived at: the still open gates. "Excuse me, Miss," he said, as he stood in front of her, "but I'm afraid you can't go out alone." "And who said that I could not go out alone?" demanded Molly, indig- nantly. How dare this man tell her what she could not de? "I'm sorry, Miss, but I have my in- structions. Mr. Silver told me so himself, Mise. You see he doesn't want you to get lost again, I sup- pose." "I must trouble you to stand aside," cemm.anded the girl, "I am in a hurry." But the man was not to be intimi- dated quite ;so easily. He stood. -his ground squarely and stubbornly, In fact, he had the audacity to lay his hand on her arum as she sought, im- pulsively, to evade him. "Very sorry, Miss," he repeated. "But 1 can't let you go. . Mr. Silver has given his orders and with me, orders is orders until I'm told differ- ently." "Take your hand from my arm in- stantly," demanded Molly, in a last desperate effort to shake the man off. But he had evidently no intention of doing so, and Molly began to experi epee a new pang of fear. It was clear to her that this man's mission was solely concerned with her. He was her watchdog. Paul Silver had obvi- ously engaged him for the purpose of seeing that she did not leave the house unaccompanied.. ' At that moment Molly was, fortun- ately, perhaps, saved any further argument, for Paul Silver carne run- ning towards the pair across the lawn. Ile was hatless and his face was flushed from the unusual and unex- pected e7tertion of running even that brief distance. "Hello," he panted, his eyes wide with assumed wonder, "what's all this?" "That's just what I'd like to know," Molly told him, spiritedly. "I was just going out for a short walk when this —this creature ----had the audacity to tell me that I could not go. Ile says he is acting under your orders. It that true, Mr. Silver?" The Poet's Fame Many the songs of power the poets wrought To shake the hearts of men. Yea, he had caught The inarticulate and murmuring sound That comes at midnight from the dar- kened ground. When the earth sleeps; for this he framed a word Of human speech, and hearts were strangely stirred That listened. And for him the even- ing dew Fell with a sound of music, and the blue Of. the deep, starry sky he had the art art To put in language that did seem a part Of the great scope and progeny of nature. In woods, or waves, or winds there was no creature Mysterious to him. Yea, that there was no secret of the earth, Nor of the waters under, nor the eki es, That had been hidden from the poet's eyes; By him there was no ocean unex- plored, Nor any savage coast that had not roared Its music in bis ears. • He loved the town— Not less he loved the ever -.deepening brown Of summer twilights on the enchant- ed hills; And long would listen to the starts and thrills Of birds that sang and trees, Or watch the footsteps ing breeze And the quick, winged ing by, Or birds that slowly wheeled across the unclouded sky. R, chard Watson Gilder. Poems. (Boston: Houghton Mifiin). Cuthbert—"Listen? My hove for you is a consuming fever! The blood'runs through my veins Iike molten lava from a seething volcano." Connie— "Well, just hold this thermometer in your mouth till I get your temperature, to prove it." rustled in the of the wander- shadows flash A Photographer Rennin scences A press photographer will do any thing to get the picture he wants, Der- ing the wedding at Stockholm of the Belgian Crown Prince to the Ding of Sweden's niece the assembled photo, graphers found their work exception- ally difficult because most of the cere- monies took place at night, or within the palace walls. The final ceremony, we are told by Mr. Bernard Grant, one of three famous Fleet' Street brothers, in "To the Poul' Corners," was the pre- senting of the newly -married • couple to the assembled citizens at the Town Hall.' Even here no opportunities for good. pictures arose, and the many royalties, including the Kings and Queens of Belgium, Sweden, Norway, and Denmark, prepared to leave the hall. Tlie procession was passing slowly through the colonnades when "Billy" Field, one of the newspaper- men, decided. to make a laht attempt. There was a great hush. Men of mark in the land stood with bowed - heads paying homage with solemn dignity' as befitted so great an occa- sion. Suddenly, cutting into this grandeur, stepped Field, right in the Royal path. "Excuse me, your Majesty," he said, "but there are five photographers from London who have not been able to get a picture." "Oh, that will never do!" said the ever -genial Ring Gustav; and, break- ing up the procession, he called up the bridal couple and himself posed the group, • 'The Suffragette in the Mali Luck often brings a photographer to the right spot at the right moment,, One happened to be walking across Piccadilly Circus when he saw a man on the centre island shoot himself dead with a revolver. Mr.. Grant was sent some years before the War to Buckingham Palace to photograph the King and Queen driving in state to open Parliament: Traffic being stopped, I had to walk from Admiralty Arch to the Palace; but it happened that I felt so ill that I was unable to make the full journey. About half -way along the Mall, there- fore, I stopped and awaited. the Royal coach. It came --add less than ten yards away from where I stood a suffragette made a frantic effort to reach the King. She failed; but I got an unex- pected news picture for no other rea- son than that I had a raging headache. Subjects, too, cause endless diffi- culty. Marie Corelli, for instance, hated to be photographed. Mr. Grant once went to Stratford -on -Avon to photograph a committee of which she was chairman. She finally agreed to pose with the others on condition that no flashlight was used: The light was very poor, making rather a long exposure necessary; and whenever I asked the people to keep still, everyone did so except the famous authoress - she immediately seized that particular moment to pat her hair and fidget about genera"y. I noticed, however, that she sat quite still while I was preparing to make the exposure, and in the end I got a good picture when she thought I was doing something else. The late President Theodore Roose- velt arid Lord Kitchener loathed le ing taken. In dealing with Lord Kitch- ener, Mr. Grant was told, "AIways get on his Ieft side and he probably won't see you"—the reason given being that his left eye had been injured in a bat- tle. Mr, Ramsay MacDonald, says Mr. Grant, "would like to abolish the photographers except during times of crisis and election"; Mr. Baldwin is "helpful, but he is no actor'; and Mr. Thomas "has never caught the trick An English Beauty Entrant Miss Vera Fleck of London, England, submitted her photo, to represent English pulde. ritude at the Chicago World Fair and they aunonnee she is receiving serious Consider- ation, onsideration, • of helping the pliotrlplee't'fi fU 'get interesting pictures." Mr. Lloyd George, with his flowing hair and pic- turesque appearance, is "a master at the art of publicity." 'The Identification Parade .. In common with all press photo- graphers Mr. Grant bas come into con- tact a good deal with crime and criminals. At Bow Street police sta- tioe one day he was asked to join an identification parade. About a dozen men were lined up, and George Joseph Smith, the notorious "brides -in -the - bath' murderer, was brought out. He pushed roughly between myself and. a man -who was about his own build and wore a similar moustache. Two women appeared and walked slowly down the line. "There he is!" cried the elder wo- man, pointing at the murderer; and after a moment's hesitation she car- ried out the inspector's instructions to touch him. As the hand fell upon his shoulder, Smith sprang back with a vicious snarl, shouting loudly, "It's a — lie!" She has never seen me before!" His' teeth were bared, and his eyes flashed in a fury as the police closed round and hustled him back to the cell. Smith eventually paid the penalty for his three murders. Marshall Hall's Mind -Reading During the G. -seri -wood trial at Car- marthen in 1920 Mr. Grant spoke to Sir Edward Marshall Hall shortly af- ter he had finished his speech for the defence: "Well, what do you think of it?" he said, turning to me. - "An acquittal, almost certainly," I replied. "Yes," he said, "I think it will be all right. I am certain I have con- vinced all but two of the jury." He then told me where the two doubtful ones were sitting, and ex- plained that during a speech, and in fact, at all times, he made a practice of trying to read the minds of the various people in court. The Tricycle -Aeroplane Mr. Grant saw many of the pioneer airmen at work. At an early aviation meeting at Doncaster was one amaz- ing little machine, constructed round a dilapidated old tricycle. The pilot, Mr. Edward Mines, calling loudly to his only mechanic, a weedy boy named George, prepared to take the air. Settling himself on, the tricycle seat and grasping the handle -bars, he start- ed the engine. Nothing happened un- til George, straiining greatly, began to push behind. The added power caused man and machine to move across the ground, but almost at once disaster came. The cause was trivial. A piece of string snapped and the saddle fell off, causing the airman to smash the star- board plane by falling on it. George added to the noise of the crash by pitching head -first into the mess ow- ing to the sudden stop. The intrepid aviator, we are told, picked up his machine and marched back to the .hanger with it on his shoulder. George brought up the rear with the bits that had Palle:. off. Everybody who reads a newspaper and looks at the pictures as he eats his breakfast will enjoy Mr. Cceant`a book. He has dashed at full aeeed all ever the world in the course of his duties—to Messina during the earth- quake, to West Erica with tae Prince of Wales, to Fiji andeAustralia with the Duke and Duchess of York, through wars in the Balkans, revolu- tions in Spain. and elsewhere, , and with the Grand Fleet during the Treat War. The press pbotographer, equal- ly with the war correspondent, is the adventurer of -Fleet Street, and is like- ly to remain so in spite of the many changes that have Qccureed since Mr. Gant began: When I see my younger colleagues rushing off to an aerodrome to join a waiting Vane, I am reminded of the time when the best I could do. was to urge the boy who fetched the hansom to pick a good borse; Yet the spirit of the undertaking, he says, is the same. 'Both they and I used such speed as we could con-' nand: to its utmost. limit." "It's An 111 Wind --- Believe it or not, but it took the de- pression to bring a dying industry back to its feet and start paying divid- ends, Iincre ised c� a a and for oil lamp chim- neys and lantern globes since hard times has been felt, resulted in the doubling of working forces of a glass company in Fort Smith, Ark., and huge increases in others. Glass products have been slumping since the "horse and buggy era." "Half the useful work in the world consists • of combating the harmful work." --Bertrand Russell. The Leaf and the Log A Story For Children By Cyril John'Davies "Tell me," said the Log to the Leal who had just settled upon it, "did you see much of the world as you sailed down the brook?" . "Did I? I saw it all," replied the Leaf, still dizzy, after her long ride. "I -suppose the Wind started you on your travels," said the Log. "Quite true," said the Leaf. "The Wind blew me off a tree into a mead. ow -and from there to the Stream. The Stream was so shallow that I could see everything in its bed." "How in. teresting," replied the Log; politely, "And the banks were so low," went._ on the Leaf, "that I was able to see over them to the rest of the world." "Go on,' begged the Log. "The Stream drifted slowly," said the Leaf. "It was so lazy that if any- thing nything stood in its way it curved around it instead of washing it away. But after some time more water flowed into it and niade it stronger. At last it was a Brook. The Brook hurried along as if to make up for the time that the Stream had wasted. Present. ly, we came to a hilly country and the Brook had to work very hard to get through. It dug itself a deep bed and roared so dreadfully that I was ter- ribly frightened." "How exciting!" exclaimed the Log. "It was exciting," agreed the Leaf. "The water turned muddy and the Brook picked up sticks and tin cans and old bottles and even stones. I was thrown from one side to another until I was soaked. Believe me, it was the most exciting ride I ever had." "it must have been," said the Log, enviously. Just then the Wind came along and lifted the Leaf into the Brook again. "Good-bye!" shouted the Leaf. But the roar of the Brook • drowned its voice and the Log heard nothing. And so the Log rolled on its side to drea;;n of the wonders it would see when the floods came and it, too, would get an exciting ride. Gems from Life's Scrap -hoot Advice "Many receive advice, only the wise profit by it."—Publius Syrus. . "Agreeable advice is seldom useful advice."—Charles Reade. "Good counsel has no price."—Maz. sins. "The wisdom of man is not surlier ent to warrant him in advising God." —Mary Baker Eddy. • "Whatever advice you give, be short."—Horace. "The greatest trust between man and man is the trust of giving conn. sel."—Bacon. "He who can take advice is some times superior to him who can give it." -Von ICuebel. "Harsh counsels have ho effect; they are Iike hammers which are al• ways repulsed by the , anvil.".—Helve this, Alice: 1 hear you're planning l+e get married this spring. Mary: Yes, I plan to every spring. You can remove scorch status trop white goods by rubbing the spot with a cut onion and then placing the •gar, went in the sun. viAeada6" at onct-i• Ft A ol1 p ots ess? " Slo iy _00A latro 7¢v¢ry ogesie 13- ISSUE N -'33