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The Brussels Post, 1911-9-28, Page 6isi•• d: ;'G ^ 116.. h .:.•t,,... m.;¢t.Yt` .*.. 1 `° THE COWARD'S WAY 1 Sir John Lister gave his secretary a grave glance, as he entered the library. "Among the money you paid into the. bank for me there were notes for one hundred and twenty pounds, Darrell," he said, going at once to the point. "Where did. you get them from? I gave you all gold." The secretary braced himself up visibly. "1 gave someone cash for them," he answered, after a slight pause. "Fur whom did you change them 1" the baronet pointedly in- quired. "They are good, aren't they?" par ried Darrell. ''Certainly. But they were stolen Iran Mr. Cheyne's room—" "Stolen I" The word escaped him in a hoarse exclamation, and he turned to the man who had not yet spoken, "Yes; between dinner -time last night and this morning," quietly • explained Mr. Cheyne, as though in answer. "On discovering my loss I told Sir John—the matter concerns the reputation of his house. I in- formed the bank on his advice and have just learned that you paid the notes in. You must give Sir John! all the assistance you can to prevent the recurrence of such an unpleas- ant affair." The secretary's hands closed tightly over the back of the chair against which he stood, but he made no rejoinder. ":how, Darrell, how did you come by those notes?" the baronet sharp- ly demanded. "I am not at liberty to say," was the disconcerting answer, "Did you steal them yourself, then?" asked Sir John, becoming angry at the other's attitude. "If you think me guilty you have your remedy." retorted Darrell, flushing at the insinuation. "I warn you, though, I can do nothing to prove my innocence My lips are seabed." The baronet rose and paced the floor impatiently. He prided him- self neon his unbending justice, but for the present position he knew no precedent. "Well. it's your look -out," he warned, coming to a stand. "If this stubbornness lands you in prison you'll have only yourself to thank. In justice to my guest I must probe the mystery to the bot- tom, however unpleasant the cir- cum etances." "We can't go so far as that, my dear fellow," protested Cheyne, as Sir Jebel made towards the bell. 'Think of the disgrace," ureed the baronet, "And how ern I in- vite roe?ts while I know they may be rubbed as you have been 7 "1 reeret to interfere," Cheyne, resnr'erl. "but T should not dream of taking action against Darrell or anyone else. Such a proceeding is absolutely out of the question in this neeuliar case." "T won't press the point." grant- ed Sir john, "Still, I cannot countenance this cheating of justice. Darrell and I must part." The announcement came upon the young man like a bolt from the blue. His whole nature surged with rebellion at such an undeserved punishment, yet he must stiffer in silence, "In judging me by this inade- quate evidence you do me a wrong that -e" 'Don't whine!" snapped. Sir John, wiheeling fiercely round on hitn. You've had your chance and ref p i . ' " used. t Now c. g Too proud to plead, the secretary ntarle his way to the door. "You'll leave the house as soon aa possible, please," the baronet added, as a, parting shot. ":.t once, Sir John," came the icy reply. "Halloa, Darrell ! What on enrili'e the matter 1" exclaimed Diels Tester, who was crossing the hall as his father's secrtary came' down from his room, after packing his things, "1 pin dismissed," was the reduce - ant admission; "Tell me. Is it what I feared?" the young man questioned, apprc- henpively, rrTt is." "Put' von won't hetrey bar''" Pried Tenter, gripping the other's arm. "ILxnosttre wunkl sn rhnnio her that she wottel neve. leek up' 11 again. The pater would Levee for- give her l" "Betray hurl" repeated Darrell in astonishment. `"T love her—she bad promised to become my wife— I was to have asked Sir John for her to -morrow. Now—" He broke off with a despairing gesture. "It's for her sake, Darrell," "She may depend upon me. Will you tell her that?' "Certainly. And if there is any- thing I can do—" "There is nothing; thank you. Good-bye." Then, with the shadow of a crime hanging over him, Tom Darrell left the house he had so faithfully ser- ved. * * * * * * * In the days immediately following his secretary's dismissal Sir John Lister had poignant misgivings as to the wisdom of the part he had played. His kinder side and his high sense of duty came into stern conflict, but he consoled himself with the reflection that he had done as honor dictated. No other guests oomplained, and that also gave him considerable satisfaction. One day, some time after Dar- rell's departure, an eminent poli- tician wrote asking the baronet if he could recommend his late secretary, To this there could be but one answer, for Darrell had deliberately chosen to serve some unknown third person in prefer- ence to his own employer. In his reply Sir John told the truth, as he felt bound to do. He heard nothing more for months; then news came in rather dramatic fashion. A foot- man informed him that Mr. Darrell had called to request an interview. When he was •shown in, the bar- onet experienced an acute pang of remorse. His clothes were rough and worn, and his features bore traces of privation and mental suf- fering. "I came to ask you, Sir John. if you would be kind enough to give me a reference," he began. "You know I cannot conscienti- ously do so," was the reply. "At the most critical juncture in your period of ,service you proved untrustworthy." "But if I were prepared to ex- plain alle on certain terms?" Dar- rell hesitatingly suggested. "I will accept nothing but an +un- conditional confession," declared the baronet, convinced that if he played a strong hand the other woukl yield. "When you are pre- pared to furnish that, you may re- sume your old duties." If he closed with this offer, all his troubles would be over, mused Darrell. He would have—betrayed the girl he loved! The thought struck him like a blow. "I'm sorry," he said. "I know you can help me, but I can't pay that price. It's a bit too—low down." "You are on the rocks—don't you want to get off 7" "Getting myself off would put someone else on. Someone—" He broke off sharply. "Are they worth it7" asked Sir John, in a kind voice. "You are wrecking your life—are you sure s the cause is worth the sacrifice 7 in Don't act blindly. Some day it may in be too late to exonerate yourself. "I am in honor bound to silence," volunteered Darrell, "I must be- come a traitor to exonerate myself —it is already too late!" fi There was an air of finality in the as words. Argument was evidently useless, so, disappointed though he ,was at the termination of the inter- view, Sir. John allowed his visitor to go. The, anon laughed harshly, "Look at me 1" he commanded, dinging .out his acme, "1 have tramped the streets of Lopelon, rag- ged, hungry, and footsore. I asp a navvy, working on the railway ever the hills yonder. T am an out* east of society—I have sunk to the bottom of the pit of despair, And itis all your work." . "Niue -mine?" reiterated the girl, in apparent mystification, ' "Yes yours," Darrell heatedly affirmed, 'Didn't your brother toll you' that Sir John dismissed me at a minute's notice because I re- fused to say how I eame by the stol- en notes 1 changed for you?" The color left the girl's face and her hand trembled nervously on the half -open gate; "Nobody told me—X couldn't steadily, "And you had to go be understand it," she answered un - cause of—that?" ., rty, "Then you have come back to tell?" she ventured in little more than a whisper. "That was my intention, but at the last moment T could not do it. You see," he went on, in a softer tone, "Dick had told me all," "And now ?" faltered the girl, with an unmistakable shudder, "Ola, now I'm going back into the pit, because I'm a soft-hearted fool l" he answered, in a bitterly self -contemptuous tone. He would have passed her at that, but she stood in his path, drawn up to her full height. Her eyes sparkl- ed and a spot of deep pink burned on each cheek, "Do you wish to tell my father the whole sordid story 1" she ask- ed, with a touch of haughtiness. "Say'Yes', and it shall be done." "If you wait for that you'll never tell. But—" They were standing close togeth- er, and Darrell caught the girl roughly by the whist's. Then he released her quickly, A wild desire to sweep her up into his arms and cover her face with kisses had seiz- ed him, but he mastered it and pass- ed on. "She has ruined me !" he hoarsely muttered to himself as he strode away. "But, Heaven knows, I love her—how I love her 1" "Tommy ! Tommy'!" the girl call- ed, appealingly. She looked after him, her straining eyes flooded with tears for the shame she had brought upon him, but he did not turn back. "How he must hate me!" she thought. "Still, he knows all, and I am glad of that." * * * * * * * Sir John Lister was in his library,. talkie to his son and daughter and Miss Castle, the young lady to whom Dick was engaged, when the servant announced "Mr. Darrell." The baronet seemed not the least surprised, though it was less than a week since the previous visit. "I sent for you," he began, as his late secretary entered the room, because I believe we can clear up that diselgreeable bank -note busi- ness." Darrell's face hardened. Dick and May spoke to the former'a sweetheart to remind their father of her presence, but the baronet went on. "We can see how Darrell has suf- fered for his loyalty to the person who gave him the notes. Should any of you be able to throw any light on the matter, I beg you to do so," The •secretary wondered what) could have impelled the man to adopt so humiliating a way of sift- ing the affair. When he would have objected, Sir John raised a depre- cating hand. During the tense" silence that followed, he saw Lister looking across at his sister, whose eyes were fixed upon the ground. "Well!" the baronet at last rap- ped out. "Who gave Darrell the notes?" "I did!" The scarcely audible words were poken by the girl, and at the same stant she flashed a significant. lance at the secretary, the mean- s of which he completely failed to omprehend. Sir John's gaze wandered slowly ver his daughter from head to foot. e gave no signs of anger, but his ce blanched and the furrows of ge.showed more plainly. "You!" he groaned, in a choked oice. The girl drew a outer, jerky reath, then turned away. "For Heaven's sake stop this‘ onsense t" cried Darrell, angrily. "Did she give you those notes?" e baronet relentlessly persisted. "I refuse to answer," retorted * * c * * * * n Every curve in- the winding lane brought back recollections of May th Tinter. and, as he swung along it, Darrell knew he was as deeply in love with her as ever, no matter what she had done nor how she had treated him• • He turned info the fields where he and she had often walked together. Re saw again the slender, girlish form—tire shy, timid eyes glancing fondly up at him—the curving lips of the tender mouth. Yet she was a gambler and a thief ! His walk quickened to a savage stride. He despised himself as the dupe of a pretty face and winning manner, "Tommy !" Darrell drew up with a jerk, There before him, on the very spot where she had promised to become his wife, stood the girl of whom he had been thinking. "'tree !" he ejaculated. There wee a sting of scorn in the rude greef ing, "Why An vvz' pealc to me like that?" she indignantly demanded. TTS PERFUMED CAUTION.isnmassamesemaassoskaarmassa Put a strong glass on the label and examine it closely every time. Always look for the name " Gillett's." Like all good articles, which are extensively advertised, Gillett's Lye is frequently and very closely imitated, In some instances the imitators have actually copied directions and other printed matter from our label word for word. 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"Silence !" thundered the bare "Let's forget all that, dear," pro- onet "You have robbed your £ath- posed Darrell, "and go back to or's gue.t and allowed another to those happier times before this bear the blame. Even now your cloud overshadowed the brightness coward spirit would shift its shame of our lives." to a sister's shoulders !" "Ah, if only we could wipe it all "You blackguard t" hissed Dar- out 1" rell, through tightly -closed teeth. "At least, we can treat it as dead "You told nee May had lost over and forgotten." one hundred pounds at -bridge and "We will, and—" that she had stolen those notes to "Darrell!" called Sir John, com- pay with." ing towards them as he left the May Lister said nothing. She library, "you understand, your old was dumbfounded at the revelation post awaits you directly you care to of her brother's duplicity. She come back." understood now what Darrell had "Thank you," replied the mere - thought when he told her he knew tary. "But before I accept that a11. . , kindness I must beg a greater. I "I have long suspected that the have for a long time been deeply in guilt in this matter lay upon,, my love with May. I was about to ask own family," continued Sir John. you for her when we parted. I can - "Therefore grieved as I am to ad- not live under the same- roof with mit it, I have kept a keen look -out. her on a footing of mere politeness This resulted in my overhearing the or friendship. I am,aware that my conversation that took place the request approaches persumption, day after Darrell's last visit, when but my happiness depends upon her. May begged you to make a clean Will you give her to mei" breast of your wrong -doing. You "Phew 1" whistled Sir John. might think it was cruel of me to "That is a staggerer. I had hop - have asked Edie to be present at ed she would make a really good your exposure; but it's only fair match; still, I place her happiness that she ,should know you as you first, so I shall leave the decision to are, if she is to trust her whole her discretion." future in your keeping. I'll be no On the spur of the moment Dar - party to deceit of any sort." rell • shot out a grateful hand, which This drew attention to the girl, the baronet grasped with a humor - whose presence had been ` nearly qua smile. forgotten. She was fumbling awk- "Icon didnotgive dad a definite wardly with her fingers.' Then they answer," May remarked, when understood, for she placed a glit- Darrell was leaving her at the tering jewel on the table in front of drive -gate a few minutes later. Lister—her engagement -ring. Then, "No," her lover ',agreed. "We without a single word, she plucked each left our answer to you, and one a. white feather from her boa and reply will do for both questions. laid it beside the ring. Shall I come back again as secre Lister recoiled as from a blow, tary to your father?" then he burst into adiscordent "I think you ought to," she de laugh. tided, looking up . a little shyly. "Quite in the story -book vein, "You suited him so well, you Edie," he cynically commented. know." Just then he caught the look of un- "Is that all?" he inquired. spoken misery in the girl's eyes, and "Isn't it enough?" love asserted itself. His assumed. "No." callousness fell away, and the real "Then please come back, because man came uppermost. i'msure no one else would ever "I did take the notes," he sud- do." only burst out, "and got May to "For whom—Sir John?" change them .so that 'they could not "Yes." be traced to me. I hadd lost the "And—" "Oh, and for me, if I must say it, you tease." Though she spoke so lightly, there was a quiver of emotion in her voice, and Darrell gave a low, joy- ous laugh as he took her in his arms and kissed her.—London Tit -Bits. money to a bookmaker, who threat- ened to write to dad if I did not pay. My God, what a miserable, contemptible fool I have been !" He threw himself into a chair and buried his face on his arms. "We are in the way," said Dar- rell, drawing his eweetheart from the room. ' "He isn't all bad yet," Sir Sohn whispered into the ear of his son's sweetheart, "and if anything can save him it's—love." The girl looked wistfully back at the lonely figure in the chair. The door closed—they were alone. She went over and touched the bow- ed shoulders. "You know what the man in the story -book did with his feathers?" she asked, striving hard to keep her voice steady. "He—he made the givers take them back," Lister replied, lifting the young man. "I'd rather live his head. "He proved that he under suspicion. for the rest of my wasn't a coward after all." life than be cleared by such a heart- "Well, the world is wide, and less inquisition as this," danger is ease to find:" "And have none of you anything "Do you give me that chanes?" mare to say?" he demanded, hopefully. After .a painful wait of several "I must give it you," she rime - moments, Sir John went up to his mured. "It is my only chance of— eon and placed his hands upon his happiness. I shall never love any - shoulders. one else. Oh, Dick, make me take "My boy—my boy, why don't you it hack -don't fail mel" speak 7" he implored. "I'll not fail you. it it's in mortal The little group were ,amazed at power to succeed," he promised, this sudden change of demeanor. using to his feet. "You ve male Lister stood looking at his father, a new man of me, Edie, and though a terrified expression on his white, you have been ashamed of me to drawn features, day, you shall be proud in the days "Dad, what do you mean 7" he to come," gasped. There was a new ring in his A terrible sternness came into voice, a firmer set to his mouth. Sir John's rugged faro, and hie The girl felt that there had sprung weakness was swept away by wrath, to life in hire the indefinable force "I mean that you are a disgrace which carries a man to hes goal, to the name yoti bear !" he roared, smrtl she was glad. Crashing his hand down upon the * c * * * e P MARCHING IS HARD WORK. People are apt to think soldiers very poor walkers because an army on the march covers only ten or twelve miles of ground per day. Even then a good many men fallout through fatigue, some faint, and the whole are completely done up at the end of the day. But the soldier is, nevertheless, a first-rate walker. It is all a matter of foot -tons of energy expended. Ttake an ordin- ary laborer, and his day's work will be. equal to three hunrded tons lifted one foot high. A man, walk- ing seventeen miles on the level, does the same amount of .muscle: work. Bet mark, if he carries an overcoat weighing six pounds, he does 311 foot -tons. Now the sold- ier is a regular pack -horse, and the kit that he carries averages about 60 ib. in weight. So that be does exactly as much work in a twelve mile walk, Besides, the soldier has to "break camp" before starting, and at the finish of the march be has to pitch camp, draw water, collect fuel, clean rifles, etc., not to speak of taking sentry -go, When, as sometimes happens, an ariny marches twenty miles, the day's work of the solider is really two days' worlc, or about 000 foot -tons. Experience may be the best tut cher, but some people p* :fcr a more fashionable school. SIR THOMAS MOORE, BART Cork Aristocrat Peddled Coal Till Ho Wed a Scotch Wife. Ireland has never lacked quaint and romantic personalities. Sir Thomas Moore is the owner of what must not be described as a mush- room title. It did not grow in a night nor was it conferred.on him. for any political service. Sir Thomas is no mere knight, he is a full-fledg- ed baronet, but as in the case of many of the Irish artictocracy lois title did not bring with it any of the rich things of this world. So Sir Thomas Moore, Bart. was obliged for quite a number of years to re- sort to the expedient of hawking coals for a living in the streets of the Rebel City, where he became a conspicuous character. • Sir Thomas's finances could not eyed reach the dignity of the usual horse and trolley, mostly adopted by coal hawkers. in Cork streets. A donkey and barrow had to suffice, and from this barrow the baronet weighed out coal from 141bs. up- wards to the democratic citizens of his native town. There was however some satis- faction to Sir Thomas in feeling that his poor customers enjoyed the unusual honor of being served in this way by a real man of title, who moreover never manipulated the scales to the disadvantage of the buyer. They said he was a real "barrow knight." Titles to Trish men of honor have often proved to be more of an im- pediment than a source of income, and so it has proved in the case of. Sir Thomas Moore. No considera- tion, financial or otherwise, could induce him to lend his authority to wild -cat schemes where his name might be an attraction on the front page of a company promoter's pro- spectus. Even the blandishments of American and English heiresses, anxious to annex a title, who flaunted their money bags in the face of this impecunious baronet, failed for a considerable number of years to move him from the position he had taken. up of. earning a mod- est living by the obscure occupation of coal hawker. An amusing story is related of an English society woman who came to Cork with the hope of persuad- ing -Sir Thomas to abandon bache- lorhood. She invited him to dine with her at a local hotel. The baronet left his donkey and barrow round the next block and put in an appearance at the hotel covered in coal dust and with all the other traces of his occupation thick upon him, In spite of that the lady was out for a title and was willing to take Sit Thomas to the nearest Reg- istry Office, but no amount of be- guiling or fascinating glances could soften the bachelor heart of the artistocratis coal dealer. "She came, she saw, but she aid •not eon - quer" was his observation when he told the story some time after. But in spite of alt his determina- tion, the day came when the proud old baronet succumbed to the bland- ishments of a fair lady of Scotch ancestry whom lie married about a year ago. Matilda Elphinstone, now Lady Moore, was the only daughter of Captain John George Elphinstone who Qccupied a post in India under the Indian Civil. Ser- vice. Like her husband, she has passed the years of frivolous and youthful romance, but she has brought her husband a small in- come which has enabled hire to re - tiro in his old age from his tiring occupation of carrying coals up the lecketty staircases of Cork's tene- ment houses. The noblest work of God is man, but yon es'i't Boake some married women believe it. '1'he strike at Ln0,11,' 'Bleaching nomnitnv's Villa, Lisburn, has been amicably nettled. SOUT i1RN O(JMAN WIIALINIi. Tho Up to date lllctilette I3lllpleye4 by Norwegians, One of the most remarkable fea- tures of present day shipping and ono which is not very generally re- cognised is the enterprise of 'Cox.. wogians in. Southern ocean wlaat- ing, says the fall Mali Gazette. The first trial, which met with immedi- ate success, was made in 1903 by a Sapdefjord f'irm on the advice of i Capt. Carl A, Larsen, who was in ti commemanofdOtto of theNor1',d•enntsalcrootldao's atsouth the polar' expedition and reported that whohe sea literally swarmed with whales. Froin 1s04 to the end of last Tuna no fewer than fifty companies, re- presenting an aggregate eapital of nearly two • millions sterling, have boon formed to prosecute the in- dustry, and' according to the latest available,information most of them have paid largo dividends ranging between 30 and 100 per cent. A good deal of Norwegian success is admittedly due to the feet that they have bought up a large num- ber of second hand British steamers and adapted there forthe purpose, And in this connection it asof in- terest to note that. two of the, latest purchases' have been the Dundee steamer Loch Tay, acquired for £20,000, and -the -well known Brock- lobank liner Carnarvonshire, for which £14,000 was paid. Another contributory cause is that old methods have been discarded and the task of locating and capturing whales in the vicinity of Kergue- len Island, the South Shetlands, South-east Africa and the west coast of South America is allotted to specially fitted vessels, some for whale catching and others for stor- ing and carrying the oil to Europ- can ports. Stimulated to, emulation, a firm - on the Tyne is to despatch an ex- pedition consisting of three whalers, a factory ship and an oil carrier at the end of this mouth for operation near Kcrgulen Island and the South Shetlands. Two of these vessels are to be propelled by Diesel oil engines, the first ships of the kind to be thus equipped, and all will be fitted with wireless telegraph apparatus so as to be in constant communication with each other, Much, it is said, depends upon this experiment, as other British com- panies are prepared to, follow suit. Turing the last few weeks eeveral new Norwegian concerns have been formed to attack the whaling fast- nesses of the far South, while two German companies are to operate off the New Zealand and Australian coasts. The Cape Town Chamber of Comnmerce is also giving its sup- port to a movement for establishing the whaling industry in South African waters. ENGLISH RAILWAY SI - PR R- 0SPER. Net Earnings in 1910 Were 5 Per Cent. More Than Previous Year. The paid up capital invested in the railways•of the United Kingdom amounted in 1910 to £1,318,515;000, having increased by slightly more than four millions sterling on, the figures for 1909. The net earnings out of which dividends were paid amounted to £47,356,000, an in- crease of £2,22c,000, or 4.9 per cent., on the year before. This was the net rsult of an in- crease in both receipts and ex- penditures, says Engineering. The traffic receipts, the highest on re- cord, showed an increase of three and a half millions sterling,'; the amount teeing 114.2 million pounds, of' which £52,759,000 came from pas- senger traffic and the remaining sixty-one and a half million from goods. The number of passengers carried, exclusive of season ticket holders, was 1.306,729,000. There was a large increase in the proportion of third class passengers, chiefly due perhaps to the action of the Great Western Railway in doing away with its second class service on long distance trains. This would not account, however, for the total in- crease of 44,000,000 in the number of third class passengers. The freight receipts a train mile are the highest on record for ].910, being about 95 pence, compared with about 71 pence for ton years previously. This is an increase of 34 per cent, during a period in which the train mileage decreased 14 per cent., though the goods ton- nage handled increased 21 per cent. SIUPE:RIOR TO IT. The tramp leaned against tete door -jamb, while Miss Annabel Slieldon peered out at him through the screen, and he gazed past her at the kitchen table. "You look strong," said Miss Annabel. "Are you equal to the task of sawing and splitting half a cord of wood?" "Equal to it,madam?" tram. "The said the p Tie word is inadequate. I am superior to it," and a moment later the sunshine played on the door -jamb where his figure bile? so lately leaned, and down in the road drifted a cloud of dust raised' by his patient, plodding feet, Tf a mother says hoe' boy is "sen- sitive" it's a safe bet he is spoiled. It's a pretty geed fault for a,wo- rean!s elbow to be sharper than her tongue.