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The Brussels Post, 1916-5-18, Page 6l?itz iJ,'Gw2{t'Lh'/a cls3'.'dL i @r $moi iw6. Thanks to the Enemy seaseeismaeseemmeseseseseemeeeteMeatiMre • The little destroyer hosed her way swiftly through a sharp south-west- ,erly gale. Bayliss, the lieutenant in command, every now and then turned to give a muffled order to the man et the engine -room telegraph, as his lit- tle craft raced on its errand to guard the mighty liner approaching the coast from America. Presently he turned to his sub -lieu- tenant, who, clad hi oilskins and sea - boots, stood, with a signalman beside him, sweeping the horizon with their binoculars. "I'm going below for a few minutes, Tearl!" he shouted. "Keep her as she is; she's doing well!" "All right, sir! I'll call you if we sight the Gloriana." Bayliss, clinging to bhe rail, crept below and removed Ms oilskins; then from a little drawer he slowly drew two hitters and a photograph and looked at them. He took the letters from their envelopes and read them. One was from his wife—just a few brief words, telling him how she had tired of her life with him. His pro- fession had taken up all his time and interest, so she had decided to return to hers—the stage. He read the letter, though the words had over a year ago imprinted them- selves on his memory. The second let- ter was from his little girl—a tiny, childish note, asking him to find mam- ma and bring her back. Bayliss laughed bitterly. "Poor little, deserted bairn," he thought; how lost to mother -love and natural feeling his wife had been to leave her child behind! Well, he'd never troubled to inquire after her; her letter was merely an excuse, he thought, to still his brooding suspi- cions about the other man. There was another man—of that he felt certain; no woman would desert her husband and child unless tempted to do so. A twinge of conscience disturbed his train of thought. Perhaps he had been over -jealous, but she was to blame; she should have taken more interest in his profession. He put the two letters and photograph in his in- ner pocket, and closing the door of his cabin, ascended the companion -way and gained the shelter of the bridge, where Tearl stood. "I've been delving among my secrets again, Tearl; I can't help it. I've got a peculiar feeling—you can call it in- tuition, or anything you like—but I feel I shall see my wife before long." Tearl put his hand in his pocket. "Memories, eh? Try and pub the whole affair out of your mind. You must not blame me for speaking plainly, for you gave me the privilege. 'You and I are old friends, and we can trust each other." The two men exchanged hearty grips, and as Bayliss removed his hand he felt an envelope in it. "Why, what's this, Tearl?" "I owe you an apology. I collected the letters from the post -office just before we sailed and forgot I had one Sor you. It has an American stamp on it," "You were afraid the contents might upset me, eh? Of course, you know Estelle went to the States when she left me. Signed on with some wretch- ed musical comedy crowd. She wrote me from New York and asked me if I wanted her back." "And yob replied?" The younger manvoiced his ques- tion anxiously. "Of course not!" Bayliss returned angrily. "I only wish I knew the name of the blackguard who persuad- ed her to go! Gad, if he were here now his life would not be worbh much! You've always been pretty quiet on the subject, Tearl; tell me, have you ever suspected any of our mutual friends?" Tearl bit his lips; then, with a de- termined manner, turned on his ques- tioner. "You've never been happy since she left you, and, hang it all, mail, you were greatly bo blame! The only man in the case was yourself. I must speak frankly, and tell you the truth. The Service has always been your first thought, and all your interests have been afloat, lelan," he whispered. tensely,"your wife worships you!" "Why do you think my wife still loves me?" Bayliss eagerly inquired. "Some months before she went away wo were watching the ships in Ply- mouth Sound. 'That's where my hus- band's heart lies, Reggie,' she said to me. 'His whole soul is bound up in those monsters, and he speaks of nothing but them. I want his love so badly, and yetI feel I can only win it for r`•yself in one way. I must leave him—go right away for a time, and then—only then—will he realize what I am bo hint" Silence, but for the throbbing of the engines and the pounding of the wind and waves against the craft. Tearl shifted his ,position' slightly and con- tinued: "I cannot remember exactly what else she said, but she referred to the petty things of life -the things that, to a woman, really matter, Then the greatest grievance --the girl, Why did yet blame her? We all knew how you longed for a boy, who would one day take your place and become a na- Val officer." Bayliss stood as it turned to stone, the Iet:ter clenched tightly in his hand. - "I've been :' blind loch" he said bitter` -e, "]i Pre spared, Tearl, you'll see a change in me. I'm just going to prove there are other things in life to a man besides his career." "Then that letter may help you; it's from her." Bayliss straightened it out in his hands. "You're right. I'll slip below again andrread it." IIs was turning away again when a seaman's voice reached them. "Light on the starboard bow!"' The two officers adjusted their bin- oculars and gazed in the direction in- dicated. And there, sure enough, to starboard of them, a dull blur with mast lights showing dimly through the stormwrack, came the ss.. Glo- riana. Bayliss gave a sharp order to the engine -room, and the craft hummed beneath them, leaping like a grey- hound slipped from leash. He looked at the indicator; their speed was a good twenty knots, and momentarily increasing. The skipper again raised his glasses and scanned the oncoming liner, and he then grasped Tearl's arm, pointing out to his junior a sec- ond dark blotch on the horizon coming rapidly astern of the Gloriana. Those on board the giant steamship' had seen their danger, and flames shot up from her funnels as, with every ounce of steam in her boilers, she strove to eseape from the German cruiser, who at that moment proved her nationality and purpose by firing a shot at the liner. The rays of a searchlight slithered through the night and lit up the Gloriana, showing her decks crowded with passengers, who, hastily donning their clothes, had come on deck, panic-stricken. The cruiser again fired on her prey, bidding her lay -to, yet still the Glo- riana continued on her way, hoping to out -distance the enemy. Another shot was fired, this time with success, for one of the four mighty funnels came crashing down on the steamer's deck, and screams of agony were borne on the wind to those on board the destroyer. Intent on ibs prey, the cruiser did not notice the lithe, dark craft creep- ing up towards her and the Gloriana, that now lay helpless; whilst on board the destroyer the crew obeyed their commander's whispered orders and stood to their stations like carved fig- ures, stern emblems of England's ven- geance. Hurriedly giving orders to have the torpedo -tubes ready, Bayliss brought his craft round in a half -circle, and came up alongside the towering cruiser. Captain Greinheim paused in the act of giving a command, as a pun- gent whiff of oil fuel reached his nos- trils. There was no time for him to issue orders, for, with a rending crash a torpedo flew into a vital part of the ship, and a dull explosion, followed immediately by a greater one, shook the vessel from stem to stern; then, with a gigantic upheaval, men and machinery, were flung in the air, and the Konig Ludwig sank beneath bhe waves. Bayliss' first order was to lower the boats, and getting into one of the collapsible Berthons, he gave the com- mand of the other to a petty officer. With bhe heavy sun running, their er- rand was fraught with danger, but they pulled strongly over the surface where, a few minutes before, the Ko- nig Ludwig had majestically steamed. The liner also lowered her boats, but there were few survivors, for out of eight hundred souls only forty -live were saved, the rest having gone to the fate they would have meted out to the innocent non-combatants aboard the steamship. Bayliss pulled tobhe side of the liner and mounted her deck, where he was cordially greeted by the cap- tain. He laughed away the thanks they would have showered on him. "It's nothing at all—just luck! But I'm thunderingly glad I was on the spot to stop the Germans' little game. If they had spotted us I'm afraid neither your craft nor mine would have reached port." His eyes swept the deck of the lin- er, taking in the havoc caused by the fallen funnel. "Jove, sir," he added, "you've suf- fered!" The captain of the Gloriana took his hand, "It's God's mercy we have nob fared worse. You'll excuse me, I know, but I must get some semblance of order on board," The German prisoners were mar- shalled on deck, and some of the sea- Imen from the destroyer stood guard, whilst a knot of passengers surged round them and Bayliss as the chief centres of interest. "Jack!" The voice—a sweet, womanly one— sounded close to him, and Bayliss turned sharply bo face—his wife! He ;had remained comparatively cool throughout the ordeal he had passed, but at the sound of the woman's voice he trembled, She advanced towards him and took his hands in hers, and together they found themselves say- ing: "Can you forgive me?" Words were needless, for Bayliss, in spite of the onlookers, who now respeettfully drew away, clasped his wife tightly in his arms in a grip that hurt yet pleased her, for it proved his love was hers, * Regulations could not be broken, and the State forbade a woman being allowed on a ship of war1during hos- tilitios, so Bayliss and his wife were forced to part. As the dawn broke the S.S. Gloriana, piloted by her tiny protector, steamed majestically up Southampton Water, The Professional Touch. "Chuck us out that bag o' bombs, mate; it's under your 'ead."—By Captain Bruce Bairnsfather in the L ondon Bystander. the Union Jack flying proudly at her masthead. Baylis§, at the stern of his craft, read over and over the letter Tearl had given him from America, in which his wife had stated that she could nob live without him, and was return- ing in the Gloriana to beg for his for- giveness, A woman in white stood in the bows of the incoming liner and waved her handkerchief towards where he stood. That was the commencement of • the second honeymoon, thanks to the enemy!—London Answers. PEOPLE GOING "THE PACE." Sugar is the Barometer of British Activity. LITTLE ACTS OF KINDNESS. It isn't the thing you do, dear, It's the thing you leave undone That gives you a bit of heartache At setting of the sun. ' The tender word forgotten; The letter you did not write; The flower you did not send, dear Are your haunting haste to -night. The stone you might have lifted Out of a brother's way; The bit of heartsome,counsel You were hurried too touch to say, The loving touch of the hand, dear, The gentle winning tone Which you had no time or thought for With trouble enough of your own. The increase in the consumption of Those little acts of kindness, sugar in England since the war points So easily out of mind, to an equivalent increase in the Those chances to be angels "pace" at which the country is liv Which ipoor mortals find— They come in night and silence, Each sad, reproachful wraith, When hope is faint and tagging And a chill has fallen on faith. ing and working, says the medical ex- pert of the London Times. He ex- plains: "From the point of view of the physiologist, one of the most striking reports issued recently was that deal- intg with sugar consumption during the first year of the war, "People who failed to grasp the signifiicance of the figures spoke in a It's the thing you leave undone pained way about a lack of national Which gives you a bit of heartache i conscience and efforts made to preach At the setting of the sun. economy, Nobody pointed out that the high consumption of sugar was I due directly to the fact that war had !whipped up the activities of every man, woman and child in the country so that, even at a much higher price, sugar was worth the money. "The simple truth that one may in- fer from the demand for sugar is that the whole rate of life has been quick- ened in this country. Sugar is the fuel of activity and in activity more and more sugar is burned: In Eng- land, and indeed all over Europe, men four times the remuneration they got and now living at a greater rate than in doing house -work with the added in times of peace. Civilization, if satisfaction that "they are doing their you will, is going the pace; and for bit" and helping fathers, brothers and the pace sugar is essential, no matter sweethearts in the trenches. itvhat the price may be." This situation has its pathetic side too. Many middle class people in LIFE IN THE TRENCHES. England who actually need a servant because of sickness in the house are Illustratio,._ of What the Men Have suffering, their sons being at war or to Put Up With. at home wounded and daughters work - The trench warfare in France has ing in munition factories or hospital contingents. been responsible for some remarkable horrors. There have been plagues of The demand for cheap jewelry and bloated flies; which are produced in furs is remarkable throughout Great millions by a few hours' sunshine. In Britain as a result of this prosperity some districts, too, there have been among the servants and it is almost plagues of voles, due no doubt to the impossible to supply the demand. non -cultivation of the fields, which fall into the trenches by scores, are trampled under foot by the men, and TAKEN AS OMEN OF PEACE. are then devoured by dreadful beetles. To these plagues has now Church. Bell at Nay Fell, as on Two succeeded one of giant rats, some Previous Occasions. having been measured as nearly two feet in length from tip of nose to end A curious incident which has just of tail and of a girth which is pro' happened at Nay, a little Pyreneean portional. To combat these ferrets l p arenow being sent out in hundreds! village far from the noise of battle, from 'Britain with the result that the' about which superstitious people are price of ferrets has considerably rig. talking, is narrated by Mr. John N. eeverywhere, while in some places'' Raphael, the special correspondent they are not procurable et all The of the London Daily Express in Paris. men consider it great sport, and a I Twice in the history of France, he bag of over 400 rats has been made in says, the big church bell of Nay has an afternoon, The cold in the fallen without being damaged, I6 fell trenches 'has not been so great the from the belfry exactly three months t inter as that which was en-' For life is all too short, dear, And sorrow is all to great, To suffer our slow compassion That tarries until too late; It isn't the thing you do, dear, —Margaret E. Sangster. SERVANTS SCARCE. English Maids Have Become Muni- tion Workers. England has no more servant troue. blas, for there are no servants to be obtained. With the exception of a few old retainers most of the maids have become munition workers in which occupation they receive three or pas w countered last year, and if it should before the Crimean War ended, and come later the troops are probably it fell from the belfry again three better prepared to meet it; but the months before the end of the war of wet and mucl have been terrible, the' 1.870. It has just fallen a third time, rain especially being heavy and con-! again without damage, and the super- dant—Army and Navy Journal stitious are wondering whether this -i'— -- time the fall or the church bell in King Collecls I'apers. Nay belfry is an omen of peace. King George is making a collection which may some day prove as valuable as his great stamp collection. It is a complete set of all the trench period- Mistre's-What do we need for din - lolls that are being !: sued for private nor? circulation by the men at the various - Sorest-tit—Sure tna'am, and I've trip- fronts. 'Many or them are extremely ped aver the rug and we need a now curious. I eat or dishes. What She Needed. LORD K TC ENER IS ORS GREAT LEADER ALWAYS FOND OF A JEST. Some Anecdotes Which Give An In- sight- Into His Character. Anecdotes' collect round a great personage like flies around a sweet- meat; aand sometimes the real nature and appearance of the object of at- traction is quite obscured by the swarm. So many stories of Lord Kitchener's deobion to duty, and his inability to be moved by htunan frailties, aro current that he has come tobe regarded as a man 'of a much more grim character than is actually the case. He is generally thought to be' a soldier pure and simple, an unbend- ing disciplinarian, and a ruthless ad- vocate of 7ificiency. One hears stories of how his most devoted A.D.C.'s hav- ing been disabled in his service, have been dismissed and discarded without a further thought; of _how his men have been worked until`'they dropped; and of how all gentler considerations —as, for example, the domestic con- cerns of his officers -have been treat- ed by him with scorn. This, in point of fact, is not altogether true; and Lord Kitchener is a great deal more "human" than he is usually supposed to be. An Eager Collector. It is not generally known that his lordship is a man of considerable in- tellectual and artistic attainments. As the result of his being, as a young man, for several years a member of the staff of the Palestine Explora- tion Fund, under the auspices of which body he conducted excavations and archaeological researches in the Holy Land, antiquarian journals of thirty and forty years ago contain many papers written by him discuss- ing with great earnestness the char- acter of the Moabibes or Amorites, and demonstrating the verity of Holy Writ. In recent years he has given full play to these interests, and has made a collection of antiquities which is notable for its artistic and historical value. He is constantly en- gaged in adding to this collection. He is a very great authority on old china, and has a trained eye`for al- most all works of art. He is a connoisseur of antique carpets, early Christian paintings; ancient bronzes, and so forth. War and Carpets. Itis said of him in Egypt that he was much more concerned as to whether his exquisite carpets would fit the floors of Broome Hall than as to all the military operations of bhe world. "I have had enough of sol- diering," he often remarked, and it is said that on one occasion he added that he did not wish to have anything further to do with military affairs. One sometimes hears ib said (writes Arthur E. P. Weigall in the London Star) that Lord Kitchener is devoid of a sense of humor. That is very far from the truth. those who know him well, and have been with him when he is off duty, gener- ally find him jovial and fond of a jest. During his tenure of office as com- mander-in-chief of the Egyptian army, bhe head of a certain administration in that country, an Englishman of eminent respectability and of pecu- liarly :unprepossessing appearance, was one day passing the barracks near Cairo when he was ,smiled upon by a lady with golden hair and languishing eyes, who, not knowing him, had hop- ed that he might prove a profitable acquaintance, Her advances were, however, very much resented, and the great man lost no time in writing an angry report to Lord Kitchener, say- ing that it was disgraceful that such things should be allowed to happen at the very gates of the barracks. Lord Kitchener, however, did not consider the complaint worth serious attention, and returned the document to the sender with the pencilled remark, "That fatal beauty of yours again!" "Hullo, Kitchener.;' While he was commander-in-chief in India he chanced to make the ac- quaintance at a luncheon one day of a young man who was travelling round the world. A few weeks later, as he was standing in the /street talking bo one of his generals, the same young man happened to pass, and recognizing him, called out, "Hullo, Kitchener! How are you?" Lord Kitchener turned to hisecom- panion and remarked in a low voice, "I wonder why he didn't call me Bertie!" The public estimate of his lord- ship's character, however, is based more upon such anecdotes as the following: When he was commander-in-chief in the Sudan, a young subaltern was sent by him to blow up a certain dis- used fort with dynamite. The young officer hoped to carry it out with pre- cision and despatch, and he looked forward 'Pith the keenest expeetaney to the Sirdar's commendation. Ow- ing to an unfortunate tinklent, the dynamite exploded before its time, blowing ten of his Sudanese troopers to atofns, but leaving the fort quite intact, Int an agony of mind, the subaltern telegraphed the itttn'iliathig Trews' to s moos Folie EVERY SPORT AND RECREATION Sold ley all VA Shoe Dealers Woaort lbyFaber" of Om fetuerayARICESOSSAOITDOEillosAttiMIAA Lord Kitchener, deeply regretting the terrible 'accident and deploring the loss of life. After an hour or two of bitter mol•tification, Lord Kitchen- er's reply came to hand, and with beating heart the youth scanned the message, It read: "Do you want any more dynamite?" That was all, Such tales are probably quite true, They reveal a .certain callousness, and an extraordinary ability to re- duce every matter to its essentials; but in spite of this there can be no question that Lord Kitchener has a gentle side to his character. TOWNS WITHOUT TAXES ! Where a Former Generation showed Wisdom. In these days of expensive living, when everything costs double what is used to, and four times more than you can afford to pay, what a boon to live in a city without taxes! Are there such hings? you ask. Most cer- tainly! There is Orson, in Sweden. This municipality has its ordinary city ex- penses, but it imposes no taxes. Moreover, the local railway is free to every citizen, and there is no charge for telephone service, schools, librar- ies, and the like. All this is due to the wisdom of a former generation, who planted trees on all the available ground, with the remit that during the past thirty years the town authorities have sold over £1,000,000 worth of young trees and timber, while judicious replantings have provided for a similar income in the future. Then there is Monmarlon, in the Midi, France. Here not only are there no taxes, but the timbers on the communal lands are sufficient to grant each person a small annuity. There are only seven electors in this hamlet, so, to avoid anything like rivalry, the seven returned themselves to the local council, says London Answers. Nearer home we have the island of �}mishmurray, off the west coast of °Ireland. Here there are no taxes, simply because the fourteen families who live on the island resolutely re- fuse to pay. In a recent report to the Local Government Board, the rate - collector stated that be could not get a boat on the mainland to take him to the island on such an errand AS collecting rates. At a meeting of the Sligo County Council it was stated that some years ago two officers of the council, who tried to land on the island for the same purpose; were atoned off the shore by the inhabit- ants! HEARTS ARE PUMPS. Some of the Wonders of. the Average Heart. It is an astounding fact that the average heart beats thirty-six millions of strokes every twelve months, work- ing' resting, or tsleeping. In that period it does work sufficient to fire with their present velocity a dozen of the largest projectiles used in the war, or to lift a light cruiser clean out of the water. It such is the energy of a single man's heart, what . is the aggregate force of three million men in heart- beats? If it were concentrated into one explosion it would be sufficient to destroy utterly the German Navy and the Kiel Canal, Such an explosion, operating in a moment of time, has never been en- ' by man, although Nature has exceeded it many tirhes in her volcanic energies. - To put it another way, the hearts of three million men force a broad river of blood, nine hundred feat wide and six feet deep, over a course of seven miles in a single hour, - and in the course of a day as far as from Liver- pool to Edinburgh, and. in a week as far as Paris to Constantinople!—Lon- don Answers. How Japs Harvest Wheat. Asin most of their ways the Jap- anese differ in their way of harvest-. ing wheat from that used hero. In- stead of cutting it with a scythe or reaper, they puli up the greater part of it by hand, and clip off the roots with clears. The reason for this is to keep the long' golden straws from getting braised or. broken. With the Japanese, who allow nothing to go to Waate, the straws are almost as valu- able as the grain. They first flatten them, iutd then afterbeing softened the straws are woven; oither"whole to split, brio nutting, baskets hats no cHui to ticks, Hints for Poultry Raisers. Don't use sawdust as a litter for chicks. Chicks are very, apt to eat some of the sawdust and some may get into their eyes. Fine, sawdust also helps to breed lice. Use drinking fountains for the chicks which can be easily cleaned. They should be so arranged that the chicks cannot get into them. If you use an'old brooder•,it is ad- visable to disinfect it thoroughly-be- fore horoughly before putting the chicks therein, Also sprinkle a little air -slacked lime on the floor and then sweep it out. This will make the brooder sanitary. Heed the oft -repeated advice not to feed the chicks too soon aster they are hatched. Some people feel sorry for the newly hatched chicks and imagine they are doing them a great good by giving them something to eat at once. Instead they are doing the chicks an ` injury. Don't feed for thirty-six or forty-eight hours. `Don't try to raise chicks on corn meal. Give . them a variety—good commercial chick feed. It is under the sitting hen that Lice find favorable ,conditions, and the fol- lowing remedy -will be found efficient: After the hen has been siting four or five days approach the nest after the hour for feeding. She will show Mir disappro'al by a great ruffling of , feathers. Now quickly dust a gener- ous portion of insect powder thor- oughly into her upraised feathers, This will be most effectual with the hen, and the powder dripping down among the eggs and hay of the nest will destroy all parasticial life. This 'may be repeated four or five days be- fore hatching, but not later. It is all- important to gather the droppings, from under the roost every morning if possible, but it should never be neglected, more than two days if one desires the fowls free from vermin and scabby legs. Few people realize that the largest of the poultry -house family swarm on a hen's body at night, drawing her very life's blood, and in the early morning crawl into the droppings and remain during the day waiting for the next night's feast. Thus will be seen the importance of removing the droppings daily, espe- cially as warm weather approaches,if you would rid the poultry -house of lice, The .use of the advertised "lice killers" will also be found as cheap and efficacious remedies as any. When eggs are shipped quite a dis- tance for hatching purposes, they should be unpacked and allowed to "rest" for twenty-four hours before they are set. This allows them to overtone any shock they may have received in transit and makes the chances for getting a good hatch much better. We have heard of some instances where eggs were set im- mediately upon arrival and not one chick hatched from the whole setting.. Of course.; many people know that it is necessary to "rest" the eggs, yet there are.•`some who do not because they are beginners, hence we give this little advice for their benefit. It is generally conceded that when a chick is sick or crippled it its better to put it out of the way, but now and then there are reports of remarkable work done with them. One man who had some valuable chicks found one which could not hold its head up, but seemed to want to eat, and was lively otherwise. He made a cardboard col- lar and sewed it on the chick's neck, and it grew to be one of his finest birds. He was called "the little min- ister," from his fine white feathers. Another man set a broken log and the bird came out all right. Now and then a little skill will save a bird which later on will prove.tl be a .good one. Ducks must be handled very care- fully at this season to get eggs. Avoid too, much corn meal, or they will have. weak legs. Cut clover very tins and sprinkle bran over it for a morning meal, and give as much as they will eat. They Wilk need clothing at noon. At night give cooked potatoes or tur- nips, adding a pound of cooked food, with a quart of ground oats mixed in. Ducks are notpartial to whole grains. .A box of ground charcoal. be convenient Alwayshave atrough and nue ground oyster shells should be convenient. Always have a trough of clean water near them whan feeds ing them, Keep the floor of the duck house welllittered with cut straw, and do not allow it to become filthy, The yards must also be kept clean if they are confined. After the flock is lay- ing a noon meal may be given, to con- sist of the same ,food as the evening meal Weak legs are nearly always due to over -feeding, and especially when only grain is used, Select eggs with a hard, firm shell, that will not be easily broken. Often the breaking of one egg in the nest will bpoil a Whole: seting of eggs.. Try to select eggs from the hens that have begun their laying period in late winter or early spring. Hie Unreasonableness. "Thunder and guns!?" snarled Kid, (Wilton. "I dropped my collar but- ton and the baby swallowed it, Now, how ant 1 going to button my collar?" "Dear toe! stow should Iktiow?" sweetly replied his wire. 'Some clan are so unreasonable!"