The Clinton News Record, 1915-07-01, Page 6The Lady
of Lancaster;
MOM
Or, Leonora West's Love.
CHAPTER XXXVI.
Sitting in the quiet little room of
Mrs. West that morning, with the
golden sunlight of June shining. in
through the screen` of flowers at the
Window, the pretty American girl lis-
tened to the story of the grande pas-
sion told in as eloquent phrases as
the young soldier could command—a
story as old as the world, but ever
sweet and new.
Leonora listened with dewy eyes
and flushing cheeks. She knew the
value of all that he was offering to
her—knew that he was wealthy, that
he was heir to a title, that he had a
warm, true, manly heart, and that
in his affection fot her he was run-
ning counter to the wished and de-
sires of all his friends. It was but
natural that she should feel proud of
his homage. She wished that she
might have loved him in return. A
sense of shame and embarrassment
stole ovcsejseas.at the thought that
syisils he offered her so much she
Could give him nothing save the calm
regard of a friend.
She drevs away the hand of which
he had possessed himself, and the
rich roses mantled her cheeks as she
said, gently and sadly:
"I thank you very much for the
honor you have done me, and• I wish
that I could love you, but—"
"But what? Oh, Leonora you are
not going to be cruel to me—you are
not going to refuse me?" he cried,
anxiously, and he looked so handsome
and so ardent that her heart ached
for him, and she wished again that
she *Might have loved him, and said
yes instead of no to his manly pro-
posal,
"I am very sorry," she said, and
the pretty face looked so shy and
troubled, that he longed to gather her
'in his arms and kiss the sweet lips
into smiles again. "I am very sorry,
and I don't mean to be cruel, Lieu-
tenant Be Verq—but I must refuse,
because I do not love you."
, f
"Let me teach you," he cried, ar-
dently. "I know I have been too pre-
mature. I have asked you to love me
too soon; but X have been so afraid of
a rival, my darling."
Leonora smiled pensively and bit-
terly.
"A rival," she said, with a quickly
suppressed sigh. "Ah, you need not
have feared that! No one would sac-
rifice anything for my sake but you."
He thought he understood the il-
lusion and his heart sunk. He gently
touched the small hand that lay on
her black dress.
"Do not judge any one hardly, Miss
West," he said. "There are many
who would love you and make sacri-
fices, for you if they had the chance.
And you know I should not have to
make any sacrifice at all. I am rich
M my own right. I could lift you at
once from the level you now occupy
to one more worthy of you—one you
would adornt and where your beauty
and accomplishments would be rated
at their full value. Oh, Leonora! do
not Say no just yet. La me woo you
a little longer—a month, a year. In
time you might learn to love me. Let
me still hope on. I love you so dear-
ly I can not give you up yet!"
She blushed deeply, and the long
lashes drooped °Ver her cheeks, but
she answered, firmly:
"It would be very cruel for me to
let you keep on hoping like that, Lieu-
tenant Be Vere. I could never be
yours- if you waited months and
years. I will tell you the truth. There
ls"—a gasp—"some one—some one
else that I love."
A moment's dead silence. The girl
drops her shamed face in her hands.
Presently he says huskily, yet with
Manly courage:
"It is some fortunate suitor you
have left in America. Let me con-
gratulate you, Miss Welt."
But she answers, in a sad, shamed
voice:
"No, you need not congratulate me.
/ am not any happier than you are.
He—he does not love me."
"Does not love you? Then he
must be a stock or a stone," Be Vere
says, indignantly.
"He is neither," says Leonora, with
the pretty pensive smile she has worn
throughout their interview. "But let
us speak no more of it. I should not
have confessed to you only to show
you how futile it would be for you
to go on loving me. I thought it but
justice to you. It may make it eas-
ier for you to forget me."
"I shall never do that," he answers
with conviction. •
"You think so now, but time will
console you," smiling. "I shall be
gone.out of your life forever in a few
weeks."
"Gone?" he echoes, blankly.
"Yes; I am going away in three
weeks' time. Aunt West goes with
me to America."
He starts. .
"Is it possible?"
"Yes, we are going to seek a home
• in my own land. Bid me bon voyage,
Lieutenant Be Vere. Youare the
only friend I have made in England,
that is, if I may call you my friend,"
Wistfully.
He gulp's down a great sigh of dis-
appointment, regret, and pain, and
holds out his hand,
"Yes, I am your friend, if I can
not be your lover," he said, manfully.
CHAPTER XXXVII.
Something like a week later Lieu-
tenant Be Vere, strolling down a
street in London, comes suddenly face
to face with Clive, Lord Lancaster.
"What! not gone home yet?" says
the former, in surprise, and Lan-
caster flushes guiltily.
"No; but when did you come to
London?" he inquires.
"Several days ago," De Vere re-
plies, carelessly, and scanning his
friend curiouelY. Lancaster does not
bear the scrutiny well. He is wan
and haggard looking. There is no
color in his usually . florid face, and
his eyes die heavy and restless,
"You have not finished your visit
so soon, I trust," he observes, eyeing
his friend hi turn with a close scru-
tiny. Be Vere has a worn air, too, as
if dull and ennuye.
"Yes, I have finished my visit; I
did not care to remain after soy host
took such a cavalier flight."
"Ah,- indeed!" sarcastically. "But
I did not know that I was the object
of your visit."
"You were not, particularly; but
I came away because I had no longer
any excuse for staying."
The tone was so peculiar that Lan-
caster looked at him, more closely.
He caught De Vere by the arm a lit-
tle nervously.
"De Vere, you don't mean to tell
me that she his refused you?"
"She is so indefinite. Whom do
you mean?" airily.
"I thought there was but one she
in the case. Miss West, of course,"
"Oh!"
"Has she refused you, I say, De
Vere?" imploringly.
"Yes,"
"Really?" with something like in-
credulous joy in his voice, though he
tries hard to keep it out of it. He
has been so jealously sure all the
while that Leonora would accept "the
goods the gods provided," that he
can scarcely take in the truth now.
"Yes, Miss West has refused me,
really. You seem glad of my ill -luck,
Lancaster," in a tone of subdued bit-
terness.
Lancaster is suddenly shocked at
himself.
"Oh, no, no! I beg your pardon'n
hundred times, I did not mean it at
all. I am sorry for you, old fellow,
but I can not understand it, really."
"Perhaps you are dull of compre-
heesion. Take a cigar to brighten
up your understanding."
They light their cigars and walk
on together, and then Be Vere con-
tinues:
• "What is it about the affair that
you can not understand?"
"That she should, refuse you. I
thought she would be sure to accept."
"Ah!" said Lieutenant De Vere,
dryly, and then he took several moody
puffs at his cigar.
"Yes, I honestly thought so. Did
she give you any reason for refusing
you?"
"Two reasons," Be Vere replied, la-
conically.
"One ought to have been enough,"
said his friend.
"Yes, it ought to have been, I
know," said De Vere, reddening
warmly,"But, you see, I did not
want to take no for an answer, so
when she said she couldn't marry me
because she didn't love me I wanted
her to take time. You see, I thought
she might learn to love me. So, then,
to escape my importunities, she had
to put in another reason."
"And diet?" asked Lancaster.
"I ant not sure that I ought to tell.
I think she told one as a secret," he
answered, thoughtfully.
And then when he saw Lancaster's
grave, disappointed face, he said,
suddenly:
"Tell me your secret, Lancaster,
and I will tell you hers. Why did you
run away from Lancaster Park?"
"Because I was a coward, Be Vere
—that is all," bitterly.
"But why? Were you afraid that
your aunt would marry you off willy-
nilly to the earl's daughter?"
"Not exactly, although there was
some danger of it," said Lancaster,
smiling.
"There was some other reason,
then? Come, old fellow, are you
ashamed to confess the truth?" '
"I should have been a week ago. I
think I might own it now with the
bribe you offered in view."
"What was it, then?" curiously.
"This: I was madly in love with
Leonora West, and too selfish, or too
jealous, or too great a coward, to
stay and witness your happiness as
her accepted lover."
"Hum! All the happiness you
would have witnessed wouldn't have
hurt you," ruefully. "And so you ran
away like a coward! What have you
been doing all this while, truant?"
"All sorts of foolish things, Pin
afraid. For one thing, I've been try-
ing to exchange out of my own regi-
ment into one ordered to India."
Lieutenant Be Vere was betrayed
into a whistle of profound surprise:
"Whew!"
"Yes," admitted the big, handsome
fellow, shamefacedly.
"But do you mean to tell me that
you were going to throw over the
whole thing, Lady Lancaster, Lady
Adele, and all—just because you were
disappointed in love?" queried Be
Vere, in wonder.
"Yes, I believe I was—though I
didn't think much about it. You see,
I was just running away headlong
from my own misery."
"I did not really, believe you were
so romantic," said De Vere, after a
long pause.
"'You mean so foolish," said his
friend, eyeing him closely.
"Well, perhaps so," admitted the
lieutenant,
"A man must be far gone, indeed,
to throw away twenty thousand a
year and an earl's daughter for the
beaux yeaux of a pretty little penniless
girl. Such luck is not met with every
day."
"Leonora is worth it all," said Lan-
caster, warmly,
"Yes, if one could win her; but
but 'then you were throwing all away,
without anything in return. You
should have remembered that you
would lose all aad gain nothing. What
says the poet:
"'What care I how fair she be,
If she be not fair for me?'"
Lancaster said nothing, only sighed
furiously.
"Look here, old fellow," said his
friend. "Tell me the truth. If you
could get Leonora, would you really
throw over all the rest for her?
Would you do the `all for love, and
the world well lost' business?"
An eloquent look from Lancaster's
dark -blue eyes was his only answer.
"You would. Then you are far
gone indeed. I do not think I ought
to countenance you in such egregious
folly. I think you will be cured of
your madness when I tell you ha
second reason for Oct loving me."
Lancaster looked at him imploring -
"Say what you are going to say,
lDe Vere," he said, almost roughly, in
the misery that filled his voice; "but
don't chaff! Think what I've endured
already. I love Leonora to madness.
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misery."
"Lancaster, I'm sorry for you, upon
my soul, but I don't think there's any
chance for you at all, Miss West
told me quite frankly that she was in
love with another man."
Lancaster gives a great start. He
says, hurriedly:
"Who is the happy man?"
, "She weuld not tell, but of course
it cannot be you, because she says it
, is quite a hopeless passion. He does
' not love hershe admitted that with
the reddest blushes." .
"No, of course, it can not be me,
for I am quite sure she knows My
heart. I have shown her my love un-
wittingly more than once,and been
laughed at for my pain,' Lancaster.
admits, with bitter chagrin and de-
spair strugglingin his voice.
"Poor little girl! It is strange that
she should love in vain. It is a cold-
hearted man indeed that could be in-
sensible to so much beauty and sweet-
ness," De Vere muses aloud. "I think
it is some one she has left in New
York, lois she and Mrs. West are go-
ing to sail for America next week, to
make their home there."
"Then that ends all," Lancaster
says, moodily.
"Yes," Be' Vera answers, rather
gravely. "And there will be one
page folded down forever in both our
lives, eh, old fellow? We are in the
same boat, you see. But take my ad-
vice, Lancaster, don't let this episode
spoil ,your prospects. Threw up the
India scheme, and go home and marry
the earl's daughter."
CHAPTER XXXVIII.
Lady Lancaster was surprised and
angry and frightened all in one when
she heard that Leonora West had re-
fused Lieutenant De Vere. She made
him own the truth when he came to
make his hasty adieus, and she round-
ly abused the "pert minx," as she
called her, for her "impertinence and
presumption."
"Whom does she think she will get?
Dees she think she will capture an
earl or a duke?" she sneered, and De
Vere answered, coldly:
"I do not believe that she has any
matrimonial designs on any one,
Lady Lancaster. She returns to
America in a very few days."
Lady Lancaster was so surprised
that she gave vent to her relief by a
hasty exclamation:
"Thank Heaven! And I devoutly
wish that she had remained there."
"There are more persons than one
who will agree with your ladyshiP
there," he said, betrayed into a laugh
at her naivete.
"Whom?" she exclaimed, with a
start,
"Myself for 'one," he answered. "I
am not at liberty to implicate any
one else."
She gave him a savage glance.
"Do you mean my nephew?" she
inquired.
"I said I was not at liberty to name
any one else,'t he replied.
Then he went away, and Lady Lan-
caster straightaway confided the fact
of his rejection to all the ladies in
the house. They all agreed with her
that Leonora West was an impertin-
ent minx to have refused such a
splendid offer, but that it was a nar-
row escape for Lieutenant Be Vera,
and that he had need to be very
thankful over it.
In the meantime, Lady Lancaster's
guests grew very curious over her
nephew's absence. The earl and his
daughter talked of going away. They
felt secretly aggrieved and resentful
over Lord Lancaster's continued ab-
sence. It was a palpable slight to
them. They did not believe the story
of important business in' London.
What business could he have?
• Lady Lancaster wrote her nephew
a sharp, imperative letter, of recall.
She was on thorns lest her long -
cherished scheme should fail. She
intimated quite plainy that her pa-
tience was exhausted and that if he
did not come to terms soon she would
never forgive him, and worse still,
she would cut him out of her will.
Lancaster threw that letter angrily
into the fire, and swore to himself
that he would not go near Lancaster.
He would go off to India, and she
might buy another husband for her
favorite with the money she prized
so much. He would have none of
it.
(To be continued.)
Retreat in in Order.
Even an extremely aggressive en-
emy can be conquered by strategy;
it is only a question of employing the
stratagem fitted to the case.
An open-air preacher of East Lon-
don understood this, and his strata-
gem fitted to a charm. He was ad-
dressing a crowd when a soldier who
had been drinking came up and ridi-
culed the service. Finding it was
useless to ignore the man, the preach-
er said:
"Ah! my friend, you're no soldier.
No servant of the King would get
drunk and interrupt a ,peaceful ser-
vice."
The man said he was a soldier, and
asked the preacher to test him.
"Very well," was the reply. "I will.
Now, then. Attention!"
This the soldier did as well as his
condition would allow,
"About—turn!"
This order was also obeyed, though
with some trouble.
"Quick march!"
And off went the valiant soldier,
marching down the road at a quick
pace, while the preacher resumed his
address.
Monkeys That 111..-o—ar Like Lions.
There are few countries where
there are as many interesting and
unusual animals as in the jungles and
forests of Panama. The strangest
of these are "the black howlers."
These are monkeys, and they re-
semble other monkeys but they roar
like lions. They frighten hunters
away as much as do genuine lions.
When there are a half dozen of them
or more together the noises they
make are almost deafening.
It ii they who frequently make a
queer, booming and roaring howl that
resounds from one end of the jungle
to the other. Rivals of these are the
noisy parrots that shout in the morn-
ing until the jungle fairly rings with
their tumult. There are also the
grotesque toucans which at times vie
with the parrots, the calling of the
parrakeets and the peculiar chorus -
like call of the chachalaca or wild
turkey. At night mysterious noises
are heard everywhere from unknown
sources, but the strangest of these
are the strange monkeys.
Never in Funds.
"Blivins reminds me of the lotto):
"Why so?"
"Because he's always out of 'cash'
and invariably in 'debt,'"
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About the Household 1.
I
The Canning Season.
The annual period of canning and
preserving is approaching. It is an
open question what fruits and vege-
tables can be put up at home with
economy. Now that tinned and glass-
ed goods are so cheap and often so
excellent many, houeesvives find that
they waste both time and money.
Pineapples and oranges, for exam-
ple, are not worth while. Commercial
orange marmalades and tinned pine-
apple are good and inexpensive; and
considering the cost of the fruit, the
sugar and jars, and the value of
her time, the housewife who wain-
ues to preserve pineapples and make
orange marmalade is not an econ-
omical person. The same is true of
many vegetables. On the other hand,
certain vegetables cannot be pur-
chased, well tinned, at a moderate
price. The best asparagus, put up
In glass, is expensive in the market;
and if a family is fond of asparagus,
the housewife will do well to can it
herself in glass jars at a time when
it may be obtained at the lowest
price.
Whole . preserved, strawberries,
small lima beans, candied and pre-
served cherries, chutneys, chili 'sauce
and grapefruit are among the more
expensive delicacies in the market.
These, if used in any quantity, it will
be profitable to put up at home.
The simplest method of canning
fruit i to bring it to the boiling
point and then pack it quickly into
jars that have been standing for
fifty or sixty minutes in boiling wa-
ter. Do not use too much sugar in
cooking the fruit, for this adds to
the expense and spoils the flavor.
Success in' canning depends chiefly
upon the perfect sealing of the jars.
If the fruit and the jars have been
thoroughly cleaned by boiling and
if the jars are sealed so that no air
can penetrate, the fruit or vegetables
should keep for years.
In jellying, if the jelly remains
liquid, do not boil it again with more
sugar, but try adding more fruit
juice. It is probable that you have
already used too much sugar, and
the fruit juice will make the jelly
set.
Omelet Hints.
Here are some omelet items:
Omelets are difficult to make proper-
ly, and only practice gives a cook the
knack of turning a perfect one, The
French cooks use no liquid in it, and
beat the eggs only enough to break
the yolks; this side of the Atlantic
the custom is to add water or milk,
and many American cooks beat the
whites to a stiff froth and the yolks
to a foamy cream, and mix them to-
gether with a knife, just enough to
blend them.
Some cooks insist that water is
better than milk; some' insist that
water toughens the omelet and others
insist that milk makes it heavy. So
the only way to learn to make an
omelet that is light, of firm texture,
substantial and yet in no way sug-
gestive of leather is to try recipe af-
ter recipe and method after method
until perfection is attained.
It is easier to make several small
,omelets than one large one. It is dif-
ficult to handle a large one and its
edges usually burn before the, middle
part is done.
Experience alone tells the cook
when to turn an omelet. If turned
too soon it falls from its own weight.
Some cooks find it easier to slip it in
the oven as soon as it is set around
the edges—pan and all—until it puffs.
Then they turn one-half on the other
half and send it to the table.
'Remember that a pan should be
clean and smooth. Ind' pan's can be
rubbed with salt to polish off any un-
eveness on the surface. The amount
of grease and the Icind used are mat-
ters which each cook must determine
for herself.
Hints for Busy Housekeepers.
A dessert to be successful must be
attractive to the eye.
Beans and peas are too much alike
to be used at the same meal.
Pearl tapioca makes a delicate and
excellent thickening for soups.
Don't use' sooty pans and kettles in
cooking—they take longer to heat.
A,pple sauce should always be eat-
en to counterbalance sausage and
pork.
Prunes hidden in a meringe, the
meringe browned in .the oven, make a
delicious dessert.
After scrubbing thoroughly, make
a few slits in the skins of potatoes
that are to be baked.
Common soap, rubbed 'on the hinges
of a creaking deer, will do away with
the trouble.
The newest omelet pan is in two
parts, so that the omelet may be
flopped over and over. ,
Fasten a pincushion to the top of
the sewing machine arm, and' whole
minutes will be saved.
Add a pinch of borax to the rins-
ing water of handkerchiefs, if you
would have them a. little stiff.
Rub the ends of the ribs of the um-
brella with vaseline where they are
fastened. This prevents rust.
Irons will heat more quickly and
stay hot longer if a cake tin or other
them. is turned upside down over
The dessert that fails in its appeal
to the palate is a wasted attempt, for
desserts are eaten for pleasure, not
hunger.
A faded carpet can be brightened
and cleaned by rubbing with warm
water and ammonia, with a little bor-
ax in it.
Wet the kitchen stove while cold
with a cloth dipped in lcerosone oil;
then apply the blacking. The stove
will keep clean much longer.
Borax is the best hairbrush clean-
er. Add a teaspoonful of borax and
a tablespoonful of soda to the water
in which the hairbrush is to be wash-
ed
A change the children will appre-
ciate is the baking of mincemeat in
tart shape. Simply line patty pans
with the pastry end then fill them,
covering the top.
When hot cloths arc needed con-
stantly in time of sickness keep a
colander lull of them over a kettle
half full of boiling water, Keep
the kettle covered on the back of
the range.
Make kitchen aprons with a flat
seam, titched on both sides, so there
is no right or wrong, and time will
be saved both in washing and in
looking for the right side of the
apron.
It is an excellent idea to have a
guest chest in the guestroom. It
should contain emergency things—a
nightgown, a bath robe'slippers,
soap, wash cloths, even a brand new
toothbrush.
A tomato sandwich properly made
is a delicious luncheon addition. Cut
firm, cold tomatoes in thin slices and
place each slice on a round of bread
and butter. On each tomato spread
a teaspoonful of minced celery and
Minced sweet pepper mixed 'with
mayonnaise dressing. Top with a
slice of buttered white bread.
Salted almonds made at home are
both better and cheaper than those
usually bought already prepared. To
make them, first shell them, and then
pour bubbling, boiling water on them.
Drain it off immediately, and four
another bath of actively boiling water
on them. Let them stand 30 seconds
and then drain again. Now remove
the loosened skins. In a shallow pan
put two or three tablespoonfuls of
olive oil and a teaspoonful of salt and
put the almonds in this. Stir them
around until all are covered with oil.
Put them in a moderately hot oven
and brown them very carefully, shak-
ing them several times so that they
will brown evenly. When they are
golden brown turn them out on a
sheet of brown paper, to absorb the
oil.
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Serbian Superstitions.
The Serbians are among the most
superstitious people in the world.
They have especially peculiar ideas
about animals. They have a practice
of forecasting the future by means of
the shoulder bone of a roasted sheep
or a pig. The flat part of the bone is
said to predict peace or war. If it is
clear and white, it means peace; if
rather dark, it means war. Near the
upper part of the bone are some
small holes, which accordiffg to their
size and position are termed cradles
or coffins and foreshadow joy or sor-
row.
Serbian women wiehing M have
their husbands revealed to them do it
by means of a strange table custom.
They put aside the first and last
crumbs of bread. They bind these
together with a piece of wood and lay
the whole under their pillows. The
future husband is then said to appear
in their midnight dreams. As he
may be across the sea the piece of
wood is included in the charm to
serve him for a beat.
William the Conquerer.
Anything that can possibly be said
in favor of the King of the Huns
should, as a matter of fair play, be
said, We are apt to forget that he is
the eldest son of the late Queen
Victoria's eldest child, after all.
He has, it is said, stated that he
should therefore be King of England.
But he can, without doubt, trace
his ancestors back to William the Con-
querer. The line runs through his
mother, Queen Victoria, William IVs
the four Georges, Queen Anne (sis-
ter-in-law of William III.), James
II., Charles n., Charles I., James I.
(who was cousin of Elizabeth), Mary,
Edward VI., Henry VII., and so on,
directly, to Henry I, William - Rufus,
and William the Conqueror.
If Wilhelm has any good points, we
know now, where he gets them from.
His ancestry on he father's side is
mixed—very mixed!—and has been
crossed with most of the bad blood in
Europe.
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Daviti and Mary Soutter had been
married two years, and their first
child was only a few months old.
With the help of one hired man, David
ran a small farm and dairy in the
West, and sent milk into the nearest
village, as well as to some of his
neighbors.
In the spring David fell ill with
pneumonia, and lay in bed for weeks.
He made a good recovery, but he was
not as careful of himself as he should
have been and managed to get a bad
cold. While he had that he had to
keep close to the house, an dhis hired
man, Joe, did the chores alone.
One evening, while Joe was hard at
work, a storm came up suddenly. In
order that Joe might not have to go
out after the rain began to fall, David
determirted to take over the pail of
milk that was delivered each evening
to the nearest neighbors. He slipped
on a coat and cap, and, telling his
wife where he was going, started for
the barn. •
As he passed the windmill he saw
that it was open. He did not wish it
to remain so during a hies wind, so
he entered the millhouse and began
to wind up the closing crank. Sud-
denly he felt the strain relax. He
stepped outside and looked up; the
wire had parted close up nnder the
tower platform. It was now nearly
dark and the storm was near at hand.
There was only one thing to do. Da-
vid ran to the shop, seized a short
rope and, returning, ran quickly up
the ladder, intending to lash the wheel
and fan together.
On reaching the platform, David
threw the rope over his arm and was
in the act of pulling over the wheel
when the, storm broke. With a dizzy
whirl the great vane spun round be-
fore the ivind. David was knocked
from his feet as easily as if he had
been a tenpin. As he fell, the sup-
porting arms of the fan and the brake
band on the wheel formed a vise that
caught his shoulder and arm in a
crushing grip. He was jerked half-
way round the circle, and then re-
leased with such suddenness that only
by grasping one of the millposts did
he save -himself from falling to the
ground.
As he clung there he became aware
of a sharp pain in his right shoulder,
and of the fact that his right hand
was bleeding profusely. Moreover,
-the wheel, spinning like mad and ca-
reening crazily back and forth, swung
almost directly over the ladder open-
ings There was not six inches be-
tween its whirling blades and the
platform. That avenue of escape at
least was cut off.
For a moment David thought of
crawling over .the edge of the plat-
form to the crossbars below, but he
soon realized that in his condition he
had not the strength or agility to do
that. But as he peered over the edge
he saw the bobbing glimmer of Joe's
lantern as he passed on his way to
the house. David tried to call out,
but he was so hoarse that hardly a
sound issued from his lips. The light
went on and disappeared within the
house.
With the storm and darkness there
came a sudden drop in temperature,
and the keen wind cut through David's
thin coat like a knife. He knew that
a night of exposure in his condition
would probably mean his death, But
he could see no chance of rescue. His
absence would cause no uneasiness to
his wife, for she would naturally sup-
pose that in his conditionhe would
stay at the neighbor's until the storm
cealed.
David tried to think Of EV way -Of,
attracting his family's attention. At
last he remembered that he had left
a --wrench lying somewhere on the
platform, and, groping round, he pre-
sently found it.
He thought at first of throwing the
wrench through a window, but he was
afraid he might miss his aim, for the
houae was fifty feet away. Then an-
other Plan occurred to him. If he
could not call, he could at least make
a noise, He pushed the iron wrench
againet the edge of the whirling wheel
and a rattling metallic clatter was
the result. A window was raised, and
the face of Mary Soutter looked out
into the night.
Presently the glimmering lantern
again appeared. Joe came out and
stood beneath the windmill, trying
hard to decide what was wrong with
the wheel, Just then a Sudden gust
of wind caught the wheel; it veered
sharply, and knocked the wrench from
David's hand. It fell with a crash on
the concrete within a foot of Joe's
lanterns Joe picked up the wrench,
and as if satisfied that the cause of
the noise was now removed, turned
and went back into the house.
David's last hope vanished. He
could not see how help could now
reach him. A cold sleet had begun to
fall, and the wind seemed to drive the
icy particles into his very flesh. He
felt a morbid impulse to throw him.
self off the platform and take the
chances of what might happen.
Suddenly the kitchen door burst
open, and once more the light came
dancing out. This time Joe was run.
ning. He brought a long rope, climbs
ed Quickly up the ladder, and scram.
bled round on the crossbars immedis
ately below the platform until he
could toss one end of the rope up te
David. David made it fat to one of
the posts, and then with Joe's help,
managed to crawl over the edge of
the platform to his side. In a short
time he was safe in the house and be-
tween hot blankets.
He was deliriously ill for two days,
but on the morning of the third day
he was much better. And then, for
the first time, he learned how lie had
been saved. Joe had thrown the
wrench carelessly on a chair as he en-
tered the sitting -room. Mary Smatter
had picked it up to put it away, and
was horrified to find upon it the
bloody prints of a man's fingers. By
so trivial a fact as a cut and bleeding
hand was David Soutter's life saved.
•I•
Colonel and Sergeant.
To the young recruits the sergeant
is a much more awful person than
the colonel. And that is how this
story has been born. A sergeant
one of the regiments of the no*
army came along twice to enquire if
anyone had seen the colonel, •Pre.
sently the colonel arrived, and on his
way had to reprimand a raw recruit
for not saluting.
"Do you know I'm the colonel?" he
said.
"Oh, you'll cop it," said the re-
cruit. "The sergeant has been here
twice looking for you."
French Free of Cholera.
Dr. Louis Legroux, of the Paris In-
stitute, has made the declaration
that neither soldiers nor civilians in
France need have any fear of the
cholera. Cholera microbes are dea
stroyed, the doctor says, by other mi-
crobes that develop during the process
of the decomposition of bodies in the
open air. This and other reasons,
according to D. Legroux removes all
danger of cholera from :decomposing
bodies.
'Forests semetimes take fire through
the branches of trees being rubbed
together by the violence of the wind,
and thus producing the. friction ne.
cessary to ignite them.
Choice Fruit Deserves
ci
CHERRY JELLY
From a veciRe of Charles Fran -
cacti?, Clue" Cook to Queen
Victoria. Published in 1865.
Clem 2 ihs, cherries and a
handful of rod currants, and
bruise stones and kernels in a
mortar ; place in small pre-
serving pan with It, join,
Redpath',, sugar loafe and l4
pint spring -water • belles the
stove -fire about ((Ito minutes,
taking care to remove scum as
it rises ; pour into a beaver
Icily -boo and filter In usual way.
Mix Juice with two ounces
clarified isinglass. and pour
into Jars or mould.
EXTRA
GRANULATED
to preserve its luscious flavor for the winter days to come.
For over half a century Aga has been the favorite sugar in
Canada for preserving and jelly-making—and with good
reason. Because it is absolutely pure and always the same,
you can use it according to your recipes, year after year, with
full confidence in the results.
Fruit put up right, with getat Extra Granul-
ated Sugar, will keep as long as you wish, and
when opened a month or a year hence will
delight you with its freshness' and flavor.
"Let etee:ie sweeten it."
Get your supply of sugar in Original REDPATII
Packages, and thus be sure of the genuine—,
Canada's favorite sugar, at its best.
Put up in 2 and 6 lb. Sealed Caitons and in
10, 20, 50 and 100 lb. Bags. 140
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