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The Seaforth News, 1926-09-23, Page 6REEN TEA Write Salado, Toronto, for free sample. THE POISONED GIRL BEGIN HERE TO -DAY. A novelist, seeking nocturnal ad- venture, waits in Grosvenor Square, London. Perceiving a silent figure in White standing motionless against a railing, he investigates. He finds a girl in evening dress and beside her a man. The man declhres he is a passer- by who wonders what . is wrong with the girl. To every advance made by the two men the girl replies, "Go away." Fin- ally she says she has taken poison and wants to die. The novelist asks the strange man to hail. a taxi to take the girl to Middlesex Hospital. On the way to the hospital the girl fights to jump horn the cab. Calling at'the ospital early the following morning the writer finds the girl conscious. She reproaches him for saving her life. The nurse in charge explains that the irl is recovering but says that she has had a very narrow escape from death. The nurse asks the girl to give her name and home address. The girl says she is Lady Grace Tarset of 216 Grosvenor Square and that her father is the -Marquis of Gos- wyn. She says she has quarreled with her lover, Carlo Scarlets, pianist. The novelist promises•to bring Carlo back to the girl. Calling at Scarlati's hotel, the novelist learns that the pianist has gone to the Hotel Superbe, Brussels. He calls at the home of Lady Grace and is grudgingly admitted to the sick room, where Lady Grace is slowly re- covering health. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY. In the morning she had had an interval of lucidity, for now she was again rather comatose. She did not et first seem to recognize me, though I pressed a lax hand and reminded her of the incidents of the night. It was only when I pronounced the name of Scarlati that she revived: "Oh, where is he?" she asked. "Where . . yes, I remember you now, where is he?" "He's in Brussels, I'in going_to him to -night." "Oh, you must bring him back. I shall die if you don't." I did not reply for a moment. She affected me now more than she had done before; it was not only her ex- travagant beauty, but her limpness, her weakness, her complete forlorn - nese. Again I had to keep down the impulse that had come in the cab, to take her into my arms, console her, wean her away from this absurd in- fatuation. But it would have been no use; her heart was as surely given to the faithless one as Titania's to Bot- tom the weaver. So, after a while, I left her. She laid upon me a thrall by saying: "If he doesn't come back soon I';1 have to try again." Thus, next morning, just after nine, so' as to be sure to catch him, I pre- sented myself at the Hotel Superbe. Yes, Mr. Scarlati was in, but would see nobody. This cost me twenty francs, given to the porter. The valet confirmed that Mr, Scarlati would see nobody. This cost me a hundred francs. The situation was so humor- ous that I wondered whether Scarlati would charge me a thousand francs. In fact the solution' was simpler, for the vast cane back to say that Ms Run 9 Get Some satisfies the desire for. sweets, helps Take strong healthy teeth, removes particles of food from teeth crevices, and aids digestion So it •is a wonderful helpto health. C087 ISSUE: No, 39—'26. master would not see me; thereupon, being, as I have said before, six foot two in height, I informed him that I would knock his head off if he annoy- ed me, ansi walked into a bedroom where Searllati' was having his break- fast. "What the . ?" began the musi- cian. "I apologize for disturbing you," I said, closing the door and sitting down. "I don't want your apologies," said Scarlati, in good English, but with a foreign accent. "I ,only want you to leave the room.." "Impossible. I have a message for you from Lady Grace Tarset." He gazed at me in horror, and meanwhi:e I surveyed hint. He was not at all repulsive; he wore his hair very long and he had one of those romantic mustaches, but he did not look too Italian. His hair was black, but reasonably black; also, he had certain- ly shaved close and had a bath: "Lady Grace!" he said in a trembl- ing voice. "Yes, I suppose you don't know that the night before last she tried to com- mit suicide." "Suicide!" he cried, jumping up. "Oh, my little white flower! Is she dead?" I. felt a little sorry for him, for he looked genuinely horrified. "No, fortunately she was prevented, and I think she is now out of danger. But it is not your fault she lives, Mr. "Suicide!" he cried, jumping up. Scarlati. Your conduct to her has been abominable." "I know, I know," cried the muni- clan, piteously, "but I couldn't help it." . "Nonsense. Lady Grace has told me the circumstances. It seems you had a quarrel, and that thereupon you boated, breaking off the engagement. I don't blame you for breaking it off, if you didn't care for her, which seems absurd; but you should have ended the relationship gently, slowly. You have acted in a brutal manner. There is only one thing to he done." "What do you want me to do?" "I want you to come back with me to London by the night train, go to her to -morrow and ." I gulped, "renew the engagement." "I can't." "You must. You don't seem to understand, Mr. Scarlati; she's set her heart on it, and if youdon't come back I think she'll try again. That time she'll ki:1 herself." The musician tramped about the room, clasping his handsover his Read: "Oh, what am I to do? What am I to do?" he moaned. "I can't do it?" "Why not?" There was a long pause. Then Scar- :ati muttered: "I'm married already." "What!" I shouted. "You . '. cur!" and in my anger stepped to- ward him, so that he ran to the end of the room, interposing a table;be- tween es. "Married!" I repeated. "Well, here's a pretty situation! How can I go back and tell her that? But, look here, how dared you start a love affair with her if you were already. married?" "I coukd'nt help it," whined Sear - :at!. "It wasn't I who started it." "If you dare to suggest that Lady Grace ran after you," I replied, "I'll brain you." He did not reply, and.,I felt a fool, for young girls do do these thing's, intheir childishness. Besides, tresses in the' directory,where not a what did it matteir? For a moment I stngle-'Darbot-fgured. thotight over `this apparently hepelese 1 tpent several days 'lir Chartres, ( ' eltuation. At lust I: made up my mind: pleasantly engaged in going through "Look here, Mr; Scarlati. I don't.want every stset of that little city, looking to use any 'bard words about this, out for brass plates. • you',ve behaved,disgracefu:;y, but let (To be continued.) us see if something can be done to -- - save the girl you have deceived. So ' Overtaking the Seasons. far as I can, see, the thing to do is to It, like nio, you are morn interested face her with the fact,, so that she may hate and despise you." Iu seeing things happen than in see - Much obliged;' said Scar:atii, lug them when they have happened; "It.. is only way. Where is you will not be such an advocate `of your is the Summer as of -,outer; any other, sea - "I don't know. She left rife five sons. For Summer is the one time of Years ago„ year wile* practically nothing hap - "You've never heard from her?" pens outdoors. From about the mid - tile of May — I speak of the south eN.. she'sgot to be foundTell p arte•=-to the'niiddle of"September, ne. , ture sits with her hands• in her lap me something about her." • and a pleasantly tired face. There, "Oh, I wii1 help you,, h will' help my children, she says, I have done my you, cried Scarlati, with a theatrical job. I hope you Will like it. Most of gesture. ."If' I only can, if only a info us, 1 own, do litre it very much, and of remorse , . , signify the samrin the usual manner "Hang your remorse. Tell me about by vigorous ball exercise and liquid your wife. refreshment, much of it of an exp'lo- I married her just about ten years siiye and delusive -kind. When the ago; her name was then Jeanne Dar- Summer is over, somewhere round bot. She is Frenoh." about Michaeimae day, Nature rolls "Where did you marry her, and on up her sleeves and begins again. Pro - what date?" perly speaking, there are only .two "In Paris, ten years ago, on the s•easone—Spring and.Summer. Tho ninth of, July." v people therefore who, like me,: prefer And 'that's all you know? the spring to the summer, have more "Yes. I'm awfully sorry, but that time in Which to exhibit or dissemble is all. My wife, when I me ried' her, their love. . was living at Chartres, in France. She The people who like everything are taught the piano and harmony. She the people to envy, Children, for ex - helped me a little, then. She left me, ample, Love the Winter just as much well, there were private reasonse we as the Smmmer. They whistle as they quarreled and she went away." "Did you`l'ook for her?" "I thought of doing so. 'She was a little older than I am, but she had red hair." He snapped his fingers with admiration. "And she was d. fine wo man,,, "I suppose you'd take her back if I could find her." "Oh, w,gil," said Scarlati, senti- mentally, "forgive and forget, as you say in England. Perhaps we might spend the end of our rives by our fire- side, and see the years roll by ..' "Never mind the years. Can you tell me anything more?" "I fear not." "All right. I'm going to find your wife and bring her back to you. Mean- while., you're going to London to- night; you're going to Lady Grace, saying it was a!1 a mistake, and re- new the engagement." father did.not know. That was done "But the marquis?" • for his sake, because the seaside bored "Will Snake no difficulties. He's lrim so much that even his children much too frightened that she'll try to noticed it. It was nothing, to us, of kill herself." course, as we •Lived in the country, and "But how is it to end?" wailed did not, as he did, poor man, spend Scarlati. moat days of the year in London; but "It vvi11 end either when I find your equally of course we weren't bored. wife or when Lady Grace gets tired , No, it was always interesting to of you. I've every hope that she will.". live in some one else's house, learn "I won't go,' screamed Scar:adi, something of their ways, chance upon offended. a family photograph, or a discarded "Then she will kill herself, and her toy , or to read their books and blood will be on your head. I will guess what bits they had liked -any make the facts known everywhere." little things like that.. . At the Scarlati coyly twisted his mustache. same time, I don't know where else I could see that he liked the idea that ono could be in .August, except at the a daughter of a marquis might coin- seaside. --Maurice Hewlett, in "Last mit suicide for love of him. So I added Essays." in an amiable tone: "Also I will horse- whip you daily until you go." "What time is the train?" asked Scarlati. V. Dont stop at bare floors and rugs, And now I had to find on the Euro- Make your floors benutlful to look at peon Continent an. entirely unknown as well as sanitary and easy to clean. music mistress of whom all 1 knew Inlaid linoleum is even easier to clean was that she was French, maidenthan hardwood and has far more dec name Jeanne Darbot, aged about orattvs 'value. Some linoleumhas so forty, red-haired, and a fine woman. much character and individuality that Thera were probably lots of Darbots; rooms need only carry up and reflect as for the other details, Europe simply its high notes to complete the decora- hummed with then!. It was not until tive scheme. the evening that it struck me that And these floors are surprisingly Ma.tme Scarlati, being French, could inexpensive; considering that they l have fieri only to France. Born in the never require expensive refinishing provinces,- she would return to her and cleaning and they wear and wear birthplace. The homing instinct of and wear. Beet of al], they retain the the French recalls that of the pigeon. quiet `oat -comfort and dignity of old Madame Scarlati must' be in France; fashioned carpet floors. fortunately, since France has a pope-' lation of forty millions, I could con -1 The pear: is the only precious stone fine my researches to the district of which does not require any treatment Chartres. I left by the afternoon to being out its beauty. train for Paris, spent just enough` time there to look up the music nils- Minard'e Linimtnt for toothache, jump their feet, or Ilaok their arms across their ,bodies; and whistling is one of the sure signs of contented youth,I remember that- ive used to think it rare sport to find the sponge a solid globe of lee, or to be able to get off cleaning our teeth on the ground that the tooth water was fro- zen in the bottle. I don't believe I ever had eteld feet in bed, and am sure - that if I did I had, something much more exciting to- think about. There might be skating tomorrow, or we could finish the snow -man, or go to- bogganing with the tea-tray; or it was :Christmas; or we were going to the Pantomime. All seasons were alike to us; each had its delights. That of Summer, undoubtedly, was going to the seaside. We always had a mouth of that, and then a month in some country place or other which my Colorful Linoleum Relieves Dullness of Plain Floors. ake the ilarde,s't ay the Easiest "Sts l. Rinso takes the hard work out of washday. With Rinso you just soak the clothes for. a couple of hours, or overnight, rinse and hang out. No more cutting up of soap and smearing over the clothes. No more rubbing. Rinse the clothes -clean with RINSO. The New Kind MADE 13Y THE of Soap MAKERS OF 11:UX Peonies. At times they make me think 01 toy balloons Swaying so gently: In the summer breeze: When they shake out their Lovely fluted pei:ala After the sun has coaxed Persistently They make me think Of portly, beruffied ladles Gowned for some great event. But in the early morning, When the starry dew Clings to their- sparkling petals They open wide the gates Of wonderland! I wander, then, In a gay world Of radiant, flaming color -- Soft, rosy pink, Deep, glowing red, and creamy, ivory white A fragrant fairy country Rich In the lavish beauty Of peonies in bloom! —Eleanor G. R. Young. i Queen of Flowers. If asked to name the queen of flow- ers, .the average person --would prole ably vote for the rose, The botanist, however, would do no such thing. To the botanist the stamens and pistils are the real Rower. The petals are only the flower's clothes, and the make-up o$ the rose and all her family shows an early stage in flower de- velopment.' The real queen of the the flowers le the daisy. In the daisy the botanist finds the stages of development of all the other flowers in the seedsman's catalogue. There are about 260 flow- ers or florets on each daisy. Even the white or pink -tipped rays are not petals but whole flowers, and the yel- low boss of the shield consists of many other perfect little flower, each. making seed. The Poor Nut. "He's hard -shelled, talks with a burr, got almond oyes"— "Oh, quit talking about the poor nut!„ FOOTBALL TEAM TAKES TO FARMING These huslcy Scottish boys are already established in Canada, and are seeking their fortunes in Canadian agricultural fields. They sailed onthe Canadian Pacific liner Montelsre soano time ago from Glasgowunder the direction of Dr. G. C. Caesar, well known authority cn;,boy emigration, who is seen at the right of the photograph. There were 23 in all and eleven of them, here photographed, constitute Dr. Cassar's .Football Eleven, willing to play any juvenile association in Canada, But football is nasty a secondary consideration with these bays, for they arrived in Canada inspired with prospects for a bright agricultural future in this 'Dominion. Where these lade got their buttonhole flowers Is still a mystery, but it was reported that .there were a number of very charming. young ladies on the Montalare. Al FROCK EXPRESSING SMART SIMPLICITY IN EVERY DETAIL. Nothing is more charmingly created tosoften the severity of a straight- ilne dress than the cascade jabot as used on this model, .and which fails: from beneath a well -fitting collar. Stirrings at the shoulders are indi- cative of the newer mode, and a finely plaited skirt front lends a youthful swing. The back is in one piece, and the introduction of a narrow belt ie another feature of the mode. 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"Why, the day after they moved in i tried to borrow these things," Both Old:" Wife 'There was a P001' women here to -day after olid clothes for her faintly." Husband--"I)ul yen give her any?"' "Yes, I'. gave her that 10-yea1'-oJs suit of. yours and that dress I bought last week." it roam,,, HAIRDRESSING ACA'CCMY. tl1 anew. You,oW ,'J '• P..,, =l -1.O 0, o,so THE „SH.ISESPEARE WAY Now let us'see'what Sbalcespeare's characteristic contributions to the theatre had been. -,-'.?here were the obvious ones; and some not yet per - 1 haps quite so obvious. For there are two sides to Shakespeare the play- wright, ae there are to most artists, and to most men brought'into relations with the public and its appetite -(which flatterers call its taste): There was the complaisant side and the daemonic aide. His audience demanded exciting stories. lie' was no great' hand at In- venting a, story, but he borrowed the best, They asked foif heroic verse. He could do this with any one, and he did.. I always fanoy that the immoderate lepgth of Richard IIT, is due to the sheer exuberance of the young man put on his mettle to claim the -Inherit- ance -of . . Marlowe's mighty line. Euphuism has its. vogue still. He could play upon that pipe too very prettily;, and Love's -Labor Lost is as much homage ass satire. But from the very beginning, signs of the deem' onto Shakespeare can be seen, the genius bent on having his own way; of the Shakespeare to whom -the idea is more than the thing, -who cares much: for character and little for plot, we cannot indeed touch the stagiest figure of ,fun without oonsidering'it as a human :be- Ing . . .whether 11 suits Shakespeare,, the popular play -provider, to do so or not. And sometimes it does not. The Touch of Dignity. Look into Love's Labour's Lost. The ideas behind the story are exiguous enough, but it is in these that the play dramatically survives, We laugh the play through at the ridiculous Armado; no mockery, not the crudest sort of banter is spared him. But at the end, with one . touch of queer dignity, Shakespeare and bee_make the fine gentleman of the play, 'who are mir- rors of the fine gentlemen in the aud1- ence, look -pretty small. Consider. Sir Nathaniel, the. country curate, Mr. Penley in the Private `Secretary was no greater scandal to the dignity of the Church (though Mr. Penley was too good a comedian not to keep a lit- tie dignity ie band) than is Sir Ndthali- lel attempting to enact Alexander the. Greet. But, when'he has been laughed off tate mimic stage, Bear Costard's apology for him to the smart London ladies and gentlemen, his mimio audience: - There, an't shall please you; a fool- ish mild man; an honest man look you, and soon dashed! He Is a marvellous good neighbour, faith, and a very good bowler;. but tor Altsa,nder—alias, you see how 'tis, a Iittle o'er parted. That does not belong to the p)ot or the fun -making scheme. Nor to it a thing you learn how to do by follow- ing any fashion or going to any school of play -writing, to -day's or yes- terday's. But here already, In 1591, his age twenty -flue, is the true Shake- speare, having his way,. Fifty. words (not so many) turn Sir Nathaniel the Curate (and Coetard too) from a stage puppet to•a human being; and send you. away from the theatre,not only know- ing the man, having, a$ we. say, "au ides." of the man, but liking him while you laugh at hini,'end feeling, more- over, a little kindlier towards the next man you meet in the street who re- minds you of him. This is the Shake- speare who was finally to peoli)e, not his little theatre only. but the whole in- tellectual world for the next' three hun- dred years with figures of his'imagin- iug. -- Harley Granville -Barker, in "From Henry V. to Hamlet." Born _Mothers. Yoe find them in all walks of life, but there _are more lowly folk than high-born folk who are enclowe,d with the mothering instinct. Perhaps they have more time, or perhaps hardship has sharpened their perceptions and whtenod their sympathies. Mlany of them aren't married, let alone mothers, but they go around the world "mothering" those who appear to: need it.: They have a Way of say- ing and doing things when people are tired or ilk which is always just right. They have the oldest lullabies 10 the woald, all the fairy stories that were ever written; eau' invent games, tell fortunes, and some 'f than even seem to be able to cure broken hearts! ► Elder sisters and girls who have ehoulde:i•ed .responsibilities at school or early in life' usually do their share of mothering. Indeed in large families "real" mothers seetit almost to expect tlbeir'e:dest girls to share their do- mestic. .trial'sand tribulations. ?deny maiden aunts are far more motherly and do mare mothering than the mothers of the little nieces and nephews they spoil. 'What a pity," everyone says that thewomen have never marriea and bed children ri their own. Yet in such cireunratances their devotion_ would" surely have`beal tine more selfish and nloi'a interested The instinct to mother anything oa'envbody must be.. entirely• selfless and disinterested. Such devotion is a boundless and very beautiful !thing, for It embraces the whole world. Nine Opportunities. Teacher ---"What would happen if you broke oae of the ten_ command- rneil1e � '' - Johimy--"Theaey.ould be nine left." To polish copper, lirase,, or zinc, use vinegar and salt. Appy with a soft cloth; and polish with a dry woollen cloth.