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The Clinton News Record, 1935-06-06, Page 7' TIIUIS:, DUNE 6, 1:935 THE CLINTON NEWS -RECORD PAGE 7. Health Cooking Edited By Mabel R. Clark Tea at its est MYSTERY IN A WINE GLASS BY, SYDNEY IIORLER - On the night that this story. open- ed; Sebastian Quin (enthusiast of the bizarre and analyst of crime in its "most weird and .freakish manifests- ! bone) and I had been to a dinner .of - the Friday, Club at Viviani's. "It had been a most :stimulating evening, for *I had .been seated next to a Professor Broomshaw, whose : conversation was brilliant. 'Walking home, I asked Quin what he knew about this man, "A fellow M wonderful attain- : ments, I understand," he said, curtly. He had reached one of those quiet streets lying at the ,hack of the Al- bert H'alI and stopped outside a' 6, house. "Since you have a liking for men who can talk well," observed my coo- panion, somewhat sardonically my felt, "I will introduce you to anoth- • er member of the Friday Club, Sir Oliver Dilke, who wasn't at the din .nee tonight." At that moment the door at the i house opened and a servant came rushing out like a man whom fear had driven mad. Quin seized his arm. "Matthews!" he said, peremportily. "What is the matter?" The butler ;tared uncomprehend- ingly for a moment. Then he recog- nized my companion. "Matter, Mr. Quin?"' he stammer- ed. "M'atter enough, heaven knows; It's Sir Oliver—• --"-he chocked. "Sir ' Oliver's. dead!" he finished, and col- ' lapsed in my friend's arms. The slight figure of Quin stiffened: "Dead?" he exclaimed. "-"When?" The man gulped. • "Just now, sir. I went into the library to wish Sir Oliver good -night + and to say that I had locked rep — that was my rule, Mn, Quin --. and when I got: into the room—" He stopped for a moment to get fresh • control over himself. "Steady yourself, man," said my • companion sternly. "I - know, sir; I'm sorry... . It wasn't a horrible death, Mr. Quin.. It was just as though he had passed a- way while he was reading. But there was a startled look, on his face—" "Why were- you rushing out of the house like this?" Quin snapped the .:question, "I was going to fetch a doctor and the police. Mr. Quin. Wtes aren't on the telephone — you new how old-fashioned -Sir Oliver was in some of his ideas." - "Yes, that's true. Well, go for the police and the nearest doctor. You haven't touched Sir Oliver?" "N -no, sir, replied the shudder- ing butler; "I ran •straight out, sir, humour could be grim on occasions. "You had better come with me, II•uish," he said to me. The library, while comfortably fur- nished, was obviously the workshop of the dead scientist,. .A. cheerful fire created a cosy atmosphere. Lolling in a study chair which had been drawn up to the - library table was a dead man. Quin moved about, disturbing nothing, but seeing everything, I knew. He lingered over three artic- les which were on the table beside the book. These three articles were, respectively: - 1. Wineglass that had been used, with a little red wine left at the bottom. .2. 'A clean wineglass. 3.-‘ A large and exquisitely -mount- ed butterfly, its wings black, and with beautifully traced white bord- ers. While Quin was examining this' fine specimen through a magnifying glass, there carne a knock on the door. Obviously put out, he signalled to me to open t he door, and put his magnifying glass away. A police -constable, closely follow- ed by- a man carrying a small black: bag, burst into the room. The doctor went straight to the dead man. The. constable looked, inquiringly at my. companion. • "My name's Quin," explained the latter. "I am a close friend of the dead man, and I happened to be call- ing when Matthews;. the ,butler, rush- ed out. I advised him to fetch the pollee and -a doctor at once. This is My friend, Mr. Martin Huish. Noth- ing has been touched." The suspiolous Iook on the con- stable's face Iessened, but he said brusquely:— ' "I must ask you both to stay here, sir, until the inspector arrives," The doctor quickly completed his tlealth Service OF TIITE' (ttttabiatt Hirai, ; , aar•,ca t#inn and Life Insurance Companies in Canada. !Edited, by - GRA.NT FLEMING, M.D., Associate Secretary SCHOOL DAYS " Those adults who wear glasses for reading will appreciate how difficult, To speak of school days at this if not impossible, it is for them to• • time of year is to suggest -that we ! read in- comfort without glasses, It. -are in the last month' of the schoolis unreasonable to expect good results year, It is not to that event but to from the child who, not having the theopening of the new school year glasses he needs, cannot see clearly next September that attention is now .or read without effort, and who may directed. sutler from headaches as the result Children are sent to school so that of eye -strain. When you have a pain in any part of the .body, your mind is concen- trated on the, pain rather than on your work. Toothache is one of the most persistent' pains which children commonly experience. No child can he expected to do his., lessons if he has a toothache. Then there are defects which are not so obvious but which, in the long •,same time,. he is acquiring a.capacity run; are, likely to be much more ser to dothings ng m a constructive, self- .mous. Wte refer to such conditions as • satisfying manner. .Y g There are • a m n factors t which Y play a' part in determining whether or not the child'hal receive shall ec ave the maximum. mu from the time which he spends in .school. Among -these t r e foe o s :s the physical condi- tion of the child. Practically- everyone knows, from sex err ce - en the discomfort that. p ,d t is as- sociatewith d a cold in the head. That is' how the child who has ode- . noids feels : most m of the 'time. Is it -any wonder that children with. these growths are handicapped in; their :school work'? they; may be prepared for adult. life. Education is a growth process which begins on, the day of ;birth and con- tinues throughout n life.school The shoo plays an important part in the edu- cation of the child,, which includes; net merely an accumulation of fact- ual material, but a .social adjustment to other children and to • authority as represented by the school; at the diseased tonsils which areP t • e a •to b the focus infection from. which infection spreads in an insidious wayuntilit p undermines the health of the body,, The question which each parent should aslcis as to whether or not his child will be free from physical de- fects when school opens next Septem- ber. Now is the time to give atten- tion t this ,mat o to if fees are de t a e to„ be corrected before then. Questions concerning Health, ad- dressed to the Canaian Medical As- sociation, 184 College Street, Toron- to, will be answered personally by letter. examination. '!Heart failure,' he said, coming towards us. "You will have an autopsy, doc- tor?" queried Sebastian Quin. "The police -surgeon may decide to hold one—that will be his affair -but if he listens to True he won't waste time. Sir Oliver • Dike undoubtedly died of heart failure." The reply was brusque. • Quin made no comment beyond saying:— "I was, a close friend of .Sir Oliver. Naturally I was affected. by his death." Then the room suddenly filled, principally because of a heavily built man with a pugnacious jaw and a bowler hat which he had not troubl- ed to. remove. After the situation had been ex- plained to him, Inspector Fordyce, strode to the table. - "What about these wineglasses, Matthews?" "Don't ask mel" he answered, hy- sterically. "I suppose Sir Oliver must have taken a glass ,of wine—yes, I know he did,'I brought it in to him— them," he corrected hastily. The ponderous figure of the inspec- tor planted itself squarelyonthe hearthrug. "You -don't think I had anything to do with it?" cried the butler. "I'm not saying that you had any- thing to do with it," was the stolid answer: "What I'm warning you a- gainst now is not to keep back any- thing which has happened tonight. Now, then, whom do you mean by "theme?" "Sir Oliver and his nephew, kr. Hilary Craft," he replied, slowly. "I' brought the wine—burgundy it was -- in to them at ten -o'clock tonight." Late into the night I sat and lis- tened, fascinated, to. Quin. "This is a highly curious affair, Huish," he summed up, pressing the tobacco down into the bowl of his pipe. "Let ane, for the sake of 'clar- ity, summarize what we know. "At ten -thirty at night Sir Oliver Dilke, a prominent and highly -re- spected scientist, is found dead in his study chair. Before him is an open. book---Bauer's `Butterflies: On the table, besides the book, are three ob- jects--! two wineglasses, one clean, the other dirty, and a mounted but- terfly, a very fine specimen, The two doctors, civilian and police, agree that the cause of death was heart failure. But why the clean wineglass? There was something very peculiar about those wineglasses. Had they both been dirty—that is to say, used —considerable significance would still, rightly have been attached to them- by the inspector, but as one was clean---" Sebastian Quin broke offwith char- acteristic- .abruptness. His thin, al- most cadaverous face was slightty .flushed—a sure sign that his astute mind was working at high pressure. "Recall the evidence of the butler,' Huish, He said that he brought the burgundy into the library, and that Hilary Croft, the nephew of the dead man, poured out two glassfuls. The presumption is, of -course, that they both drank. But after the tragedy is discovered one glass is found to be clean, Inspector Fordyce -was quick to jump to a conclusion, you will re- member. After hearing that 'SriOli- ver and Ms nephew had been at en- mity for some time, he smiled. You must not be surprised, Knish, if you hear that Hilary Croft is arrested quite soon." - When, the following afternoon, I bought it copy of an -evening news. - paper, almost the first headlines I saw were:-- - hiCTENTISTSS NEPHEW ARRESTED. CHARGED WITH MURDER. He W DID SIR OLIVER -DILKE DIE? I took a taxi at once to Sebastian Quin's house. At Quin's chambers, his man told me he was engaged, but that I was to go into bis study at once. Entering the room, I -was introduced to a re markably, attractive girl, whose beau- tywas w s marred; however, by over- whelming Brie$ After I had seated myself, Quin continued: "Miss Laurie has cone to me;hoping that I can help Mr. Hilary Croft,' to whom she is engaged..I do not believe he is guilty.'' ;That gives me= hope," . said the. girl, clasping her , asp ng h r hands I feel now that there is chance e for him." Quin nodded, "You can explain. quite frankly to Mr. Huishw o h o iI s in a way my assistant," he said to the t gi•1 z. "I ani .an actress;" said Miss Laur- ie, "which is why Sir Oliver objected so strongly to my knowing Hilary. He always refused to meet me. Yes- terday when he met me he said that he hadu mode it Pi with hisuncle and that he was going to see him , that night at Suiten Street—his i suncle had invited bine"; "You are sure of that fact, I'Hss Laurie?" • Care of Children Household° Economics "Quite sure, M;r. Quin. That was the only reason. And yet they •saY that he committed murder. It's ab- ominable ---`Hilary would not hurt a fly!, "Try not to worry too much,my dear," Quin said, reassuringly. After the girl had gone, 'I turned quickly to ;'Quin. - "So they found poison?" He nodded. - - "Yes—at the autopsy. Stupidly enough, the authorities regard me as something of an interfering busy- body—except, when they come for my help -and as yet I do not knowwhat poison.". "Do you regard that as important? Isn't the fact' that any poison was found sufficient?" "Not when a man I believe to be innocent is faced with the gallows, Huish; But I am expecting a tele- phone message., ... Ah, here it is?" as the bell rang. Thirty seconds later he turned to me. "Cyanide of pottassiurn, one of the most- deadly agents known," he said. 'And now, Knish, I must ask you to be good enough to leave me. I have work to do." - The staring headline:— PROFESSOR BROOMSi1A'W FOUND SHOT was the first thing I noticed on a- wakening the next morning. Beneath was a short paragraph:— "Professor I. B. Broomshaw, the Well-known lecturer at St. fJcrispin's Hospital, was found shat in his room at Welbeck Street last, night. A. revolver with • one chamber dis- charged was lying by the side of the dead man. An inquest will be held." Broomshaw! That yas the wonder- ful -conversationalist I had met at the Friday 'Cub only two nights be- fore., And now he was dead—suicide, apparently. A. man of brilliant at- tainments, according to Sebastian Quin: What despair could have driven him to take his life? , At ten o'clock I went to Sebastian Quin's rooms and found him- sitting before an untested breakfast. "I feared this, Huish," he said, when I entered, pointing to the news- paper he was reading:. "Do you mean Professor Broom- shave's death?" I asked, amazed. I had seen the headline over his shoul- der. "Yes. It was either that, flight or exposure. .I3.e denied it Last night, but I could see that he was guilty, al- though my proofs were slender. Like his: own, mine was a shot in the dark. But it was successful." - "What on earth are you talking a- bout, Quin?" I demanded, somewhat irritably, • • "What .should I be talking about," replied Quin, putting down the news- paper, "but the Dilke murder mys- tery?" "Broomshaw was the murderer — that's all," answered Sebastian Quin, and permitted himself a smile at my expense. "You're mad!" I cried. "Broom- shaw wasn't even in the house last night." - Quin pushed nae back into my chair. "Only the early hour is a sufficient excuse for such rudeness," he said; "but I am glad you have dropped in, because I've just solved the Dilke mystery." Too amazed to make any immediate comment, I watched the crime inves- tigator place on the stable first a book and then a large and exquisitely mounted butterfly, its wings black and with beautifully traced white bor- ders. •- - "Why, that was on the table in Sir Oliver's study!" I exclaimed. "Quite so. Also the book. If you wile be patient I !hope to explain ev- erything to your satisfaction," he ad- ded. "Let us reiterate. Sir Oliver Dilke, a prominent scientist and a rnuch-loved man, is found dead in his library. A case of heart failure, the doctors said. But the autopsy proved that Sir Oliver's heart was sound, that his death was not due to natural causes; it Was due to, cyanide of potassium. "The clean wineglass seemed an obvious clue. It became known that Hilary Craft, the a scientist's nephew and heir, had been an terms of en- nuty with Sir Oliver because he had became engaged to an actress. Here was a possible motive -with Sir Oliver dead, Croft would inherit his fortune and also be free to marry the girl to won his�h uncle -objected. But there is such aslitn as a -clue being too obvious. 'Look at it this way: if HilrY Croft had intends to poison his uncle he would not have the c1 fashion done it loclumsy n which thepolice allege. Any fool—would wine into thehave put fresh w in o n lass: g after washing it, todivert suspic- ion." ' You]aid stressupon e 'the clean . atthe time. Iremember," wine lass wineglass said. " --1 "After examining this he point- ed to the butterfly—"I, knew that this murder had been ingeniously planned.' „Why?" "Valuable butterfy specimens • are .I sometimes given an application of cyanide to preserve them. I could not tell: without analysis, but I felt at the time that it was pretty certain that this butterfly, being valuable, - had been sprayed with cyanide. "Matthews disclosed that a- small parcel had come from Fivash's, the specimen people, but the last post on the day of the tragedy; Fivash's dis- closed the even more interesting fact that Professor Broomshaw had called at the shop that morning and had looked- out some specimens. "Hie vas shown this rare butterfly, which had recently arrived from Mex ioo-- a wonderful place for butterflies, Mexico—and was about to touch _it' when Fivash himself warned him, "It's treated with. cyanide,' he said. • - "But. Eroonishaw handled the but- terfly and caused one of the wings to droop. Fivash then warned him not to put his fingers to his mouth. "The butterfly was intended as a gift -an instrument of death," re- sumed Quin, solemnly!. "I knew (what was not generally known) that fkra; fessor Broomshaw had hew -4e jeal,, ous of Sir Oliver Dilke through his success in the same field of selentifiq research as himself. Se sough had this affected him that fox some time I bad considered the man a trifle in- sane --remember his amazingly .bril- liant_conversation at the dinner last Friday, Huish? I + "A fellow entomologist with Alike, he self-sacrificingly, and therefore anonymously, sends him a specimen which he would have been pleased to have in his own collection. He knew that -Sir Oliver would recognize the prize at once, that he would gloat ov- er it and be bound to touch the dam- aged wing.. . . "Brooinshaw arranged for the but- terfly to arrive by the last post, be- cause he knew that Dilke would not be dining at the Friciay Club that nibht, and that he was a great read- er. What more likely than that Sir Oliver shouldget down the greatest living authority on 'butterflies front his bookshelf to verify the specimen; that in his excitement he should for- get art elementary caution and ab- sent-mindedly wet his finger to turn the leaves' of the book after the re- pairing of the damaged -wing? As a matter of fact, the page of the book. he had just turned showed faint traces upon test of the poison. "Two questions, Quin" "Certainly." "Why was :Matthew's, the butler, so terrified when questioned about the wineglasses?" "Because he was afraid that Hilary Croft really had poisoned his uncle" "And who washed the clean wine- glass?" - "Sir Oliver himself, no doubt. Ile rarely drank anything but water, He yielded to his nephew's wish to pledge their reconciliation iti wine, but afterwards washed the taste a- way with a glass of water.. , , —London Tid-Bits." SOUTH AFRICA GROWS WIDE VARIETY FRUITS South Africa' grows a wide variety of fruits, The principal fruits are oranges, grapes, pears, peaches, plums, grapefruit,. apples., pineapples, nectarines, tangerines, melons apri- cots, lemnos, - and production is steadily increasing.Coupled with the fruit -growing industry is that of dried fruits and the manufacture of wine. For the 12 months ending. June 30, 1934, South Africa exported 2,153,000 gallons of wine to make which some 17,000 tons of grapes were used. To take care of her ex- !ports in the fruit trade South Africa requires annually in excess of 7,000,- 000 ,000;000 box shooks, according to the In- dustrial Department of •the• Canadian National Railways, and the Canadian National Railways, and the Cana - din product has been well received by growers who are keen. on export- ing an entirely • Empire product, fruit and box, for sale within the' Fhnpire, ,("rice, however,; is an im- portant, factor. Canada also has an interest in cultivating tools, such as spades, hoes', picks, sprayers, etc.,. and other supplies. MONTREAL NO EAL GIRr WINS Better be careful about getting fresh with Montreal gii ls. They I inay be high-ranking rifle shots. This much has devetoped from a coo- petition for lady marksmen organized by the Canadian Rifle Association and which was won by 'a team of young ladies representing the Cana- dian National Recreation Association at IVfontreal. The young ladies car-. lied off a -handsome trophy donated by Hon. Cairine Wilson, Canada's only lady senator, for which six, teams were entered: The scores were ex' ceptionally high for lady shots. THIS MODEST CORNER IS DEDICATED TO THE POETS Here They Will Sing You Their Songs -Sometimes Gay, Sometimes Sad- But Always Helpful and Ins piring• THE ROBIN'S SONG - IN EARLY SPRING When all the unstable tides of hid- ; den thought Beneath the eager consciousness -of mind _ - Bush into sudden flood, unrest has sought - A wordserenethat calm and peace may find. It -comes at eve when deepening shadows brood,--. Bell -like, as from some hollow glass, where falls Distilled pure loveliness and soli- tude; - A note of mystery—Beyp' life that galls, The calm et: love is le it, and con- tent, With vision of •sure gladness, beauty known To countless generations; fulness spent , Before fulfillment, perfectly its own. This is the Robin's song when lag- gard snow Still lipids the, prisomed blossom in the sod; I � Bich beauty which a bled can keep and know,— A vocal certainty of trust in God." —Minnie Haliowel Bowen. - S•herbrooke. * 4 * . M,USIC'AL REVERIE (Based on some of the many beau- tiful compostions of W. 0, Forsyth.) I feel the gloaming o'er the room soft stray, And as my fingers o'er the keys now play, I sense the autumn in your sketch so clear. "Golden September" brings the wan- ing year, With leaves of gorgeous red and brown and gold. Now that tale, so sweet in tone, i$ told • My fancy roams. "A. Summer After- noon" Comes to my memory. Now -I hear the song Of lazy insects, as "A Night in June" Comes softly down "Enchanted 'Mea - (lows" long Shadows lie at rest. "The Firefly" "Down by the Bending Willows" flares, to die, - "The Loneky Pine" stands valiant "By the Sea." "A .Southern •Love Song" sings its croon to me. "By the Light of the Summer Stars" I seem to stand And hear your voice "In the Vale of -Shadowland." "The Song of the Summer Night" is here to plays, Your music echoes near me night and day. • —Myrtle Corcoran Watts'. * 4 4 THE FOSTER MOTHER Dear little lad with the curly hair, Laughing eyes and face so fair, You are journeying on life's broad highway, Travellingon from day to day; What can I give to you, my son, That will help on the journey just begun? I will try to make you fine and strong, And teach you to know the right from wrong; To find your pleasures in common things, In simple joys that each day. brings; To know the value of self-control, You will need it so as the long years roll, Within your heart I'll place a song. To- cheer you up when the way seeme long; I'lI tell you of One who died for you, Whose love is always kind and true; will 0 beglad t cal Nen o 1 You. bhother, If you keep those giftsof your foster . mother. —Weaver of, Dreams. 0 dl FAITH By the faith that the flowers show when they bloom unhidden, By the calm of the river'1s flow to a hidden - goal 1 that is > the tree that clin ' By the trust of h gs to its deep foundation - By the courage of wild birds' wings on the long. migration, Wonderful secret of peace that abides in nature's 'breast! Teach me how to confide, and live my life and rest.. —Henry Van Dyke.. - ▪ *4 SILVER Softly, silently now the moon Walks the night in ter silvery shoon; This way and that, : she peers and sees - Silver fruit upon silver trees; One by one the casements catch Her" (beams beneath the silvery,' thatch; ' Couched in his kennel, like .a log, With paws of silver, sleeps the dog; From their shadowy cote the white breasts peep Of doves in a silver feathered steep; A harvest mouse goes scampering by, With silver claws and silver eye; And moveless fish in the water gleam By silver reeds in a silver' stream. .—+WIalte;, de Ig Mare? O , 0 ` LILY OF THE VALLEY 1 think when Jesus walked the vales of earth, He often stopped, and, stooping, gathered up Great handfuls of the valley lilies, sweet; • ' Those dainty flowers with their wax -like cup. He loved the stately lilies with long stems, The lilies of the field, both red and white; But lilies of the valley are so fair, I know He touched them as a ten- der rite, t Thus, when I cull the fragrant lilies, 'here, I think of Jesus, whom in love we call The "Lily of the Valley," for I know He was the very fairest of them all. —Ethel May Hall. REALITY We lead the life of desk and book, the higher life that strives— But oh. the little leaves of birch that ripple round our lives! We pore upon the sbadowed past, where all is said and done—. But oh! the little leaves of green, translucent in the sun! We share the anguish of the world the half -defeat, the fear— But oh! the little leaves of birch that bring the glory near! We wait in vain a leader's cry, we fall, exhausted, weak— But oh! the little leaves of green that do not need to speak! --Margaret Sherwood. 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