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Zurich Herald, 1915-10-29, Page 2Syrup of a Nan Of course, 'Crown Brand" is your favorite Table Syrup. Of course, you enjoy its delicious, appetizing flavor with Bread, Pancakes and Zia Biscuits. But what about "Crown Brand" in the kitchen ? Do you use DDWARDS3VRG for Gingerbread, Cookies, Cakes, Pies and Sweet Sauces for all kinds of Puddings ? Do you always use it for Candy -making? Try it iii all these ways. You'll find "Crown Brand" Coru Syrup handy, convenient, econo- �:uical, dependable, good. 4'I4I141' S 'IIITB" is just what its name implies—a clear corn syrup—more delicatein flavor than "Crown Brand", that is equally good for the table and for candy -making. dikk. ASK YOUR GROCER—IN 2, 5,10 AND 20 POUND TINS. e14'4 The Cascada Starch Co. Limited, Montreal. Il OLDEN KEY Cr 'The A.eiverragres of l.edpad," By the Author of "What He Cost Her." CHAPTER X.X.—(Cont'd). "I think," Davenant said, "that you etaking ton much for granted. I met know. Scarlett Trent, and 1 ankly admit that I am prejudiced •ainst him and all his class. ,Yet I ink that he deserves his hance, ie any man. Go to him and ask him ce to face, how your father died, clare .yourself, press for all par - niers, seek even for corroboration his word. Treat him if you will as , enemy, but as an honorable one!" She shook her head. 'The man," she said, "has all the ausibility of his class. He ,Jags rned it in the money school, where ese things become an art. He be- ves himself secure—he is even now eking for me. He is all prepared th his story. No, my way is best." "I donot like your way," he said. is not like you, Ernestine." "For the sake of those whom one 0e," she said, "one will do much at one hates, •When I think that t for this man my father might still re been aline, might have lived to ow how much I loathed those who t him into exile—well, I feel then at there is , nothing in the world 1 uld not do to crush him!" He rose to his feet—his• fresh, ra- r boyish face, was wrinkled with e. 'I shall live to be sorry, Er - stile," he said, "that I ever told i the truth about your father." " 'If I had discovered it for myself," said, "and, sooner or later, I, uld have discovered it, and had rned that you too had been in the spiracy, I should never have ken to you again as long as I liv- e lig "I wonder," he said, "couldn't we have one of our old evenings again? Listen—" "I would rather not," she interrupt- ed softly. "If you will persist in talking of forbidden subjects you must go away. Be reasonable, Cecil." He was silent for a moment. When he spoke again his tone was changed. "Very well," he said. "I will try to let things be as you wish --for the present. Now do you wish to hear some news ?" She nodded. "Of course." "It's about Dick—seems rather a coincidence too. He was at the Cape, you know, with a firm of surveyors, and he's been offered e. post on the Gold Coast." t "The Gold Coast! 1taw odd! Any- where near --L—" "The offer came from the Bekwando Company!" "Is he going?" "Yes." • ! She was full of eager interest. "How extraordinary! ' He might be able to make some inquiries; for me." He nodded. "What there is to be discovered • about Mr. Scarlett Trent he can find. out! But, Ernestine, I want you to ! understand this! I have nothing against the man, and although I dis- like him heartily, I think it is mad- ness to associate him in any way with your father's death." "You do not know him. I do!" "I have only told you my opinion," he answered, "it is of no consequence. I will see with your eyes. He is your enemy and he shall be my enemy. If there is anything shady in his past out there, depend upon it Dick will hear of it." i She pushed the wavy hair back from her forehead—her eyes were bright, and there was a deep flush of • color in her cheeks. But the man was not to be deceived. He knew that these things were not for him. It was the accomplice she welcomed and not the man. It is a splendid stroke of fortune," she said. "You will write to Fred to- day, won't you? Don't prejudice him either way. Write as though your in- terest were merely curiosity. It is the truth I want to get at, that is all. If the man is innocent I wish him no harm—only I believe him guilty." There was a knock at the door— both turned round. Ernestine's trim little maid servant was announcing a visitor who followed close behind. "Mr. Scarlett Trent." CHAPTER XXI. "Then I must not regret it," he id, "only I hate the part you are ing to play. I hate to think that I ist stand by and watch, and say thing." "There is no reason," she said, "why u should watch it; why do you not away for a time?" "I cannot," he answered sadly, "and u know why." She was impatient, but she looked him for a moment with a gleam of dress in her eyes. "It would be much better for you," e said, "if you would make up your nd to put that folly behind you." ^'It may be folly, but it is not the 't of folly one forgets." "You had better try then, Cecil," e said, "for it is quite hopeless. You ow that. Be a man and leave off 'oiling upon the impossible. I do t wish to marry, and I do not ex - et to, but if ever 'I did, it would not yon!" He was silent for a few moments— king gloomily across at the girl, thing the thought that she, his al of all those, things which most once a woman, graceful, handsome, fectly bred, should ever be brought , o contaet at all with such a man this one whose confidence she was nning to gain. No, he could not away and leave her! He must be hand, must remain her friend. Ernestine was a delightful hostess, she loved situations, and her social ;tact was illimitable. In a few min- utes Trent was seated in. a comfort- able and solid chair with a little round table by his side, drinking tea and eating buttered scones, and if not al- together at his ease very nearly so. Opposite him was Davenant, dying to escape yet constrained to be agree- able, and animated, too, with a keen, distasteful curiosity to watch Er- nestine's methods. And Ernestine herself chatted all the time, diffused good:fellowship and tea—she made an atmosphere which had a nameless fas- cination for the man who had come to mlddleage without knowing what a home meant. Davenant studied him and became thoughtful. Ile took note of the massive features, the iron jaw, ht assteel and his e asbright the'e S i g, thoughtfulness became anxiety, Er- nestine, too, was strong, but this man was a rock. What would happen if FREE. rp �°" piliwa ru°p wCCte ►!� ptialliaK bJ! en,t Vito 7e 1't tportem sappy iatra 1 �uAxn An7kydi.ta ON 6ItAM 41AI r m�td she carried out her purpose, fooled, betrayed hire, led him perhaps to ruin? Some day her passion would. leap up, she would tell him, they would be face to face, injured man and taunting woman, Davenant had an ugly vision as he sat there. Ile saw the man's eyes catch fire, the museles of his face twitch; he • saw Ernestine shrink back, white with terror, and the man followed her. "Cecil! Aren't you well? you're looking positively ghastly!" Ile pulled himself together --it had been a very realistic little interlude. "Bad headache!" he said, smiling. "By the by, I must go!" "If ever you did such a thing as work," she remarked, "I should say that you had been doing too much. As it is, I suppose you have been ting up too late. Good-bye. I am so glad that you were here to meet Mr. Trent. Mr. Davenant is my cousin; you know," she continued, turning to her visitor, "and he is almost the only one of my family who has not cast me off utterly." Davenant made his adieux with a 1seavy heart. Ile hated the hypocrisy with which he hoped for Scarlett Trent's better acquaintance and the latter's bluff acceptance of an invite- tion nvitestion to look him up at his club. He walked out into the street cursing his mad offer • to her and the whole busi- ness. But Ernestine was very well satisfied. She led Trent to talk about Africa again, and he plunged into the sub- ject without reserve. IIe told her stories and experiences with a certain graphic and picturesque force which. stamped him as the possessor of an imaginative power and command of words for which she would scarcely have given him credit. She had the unusual gift of making the best of all those with whom she came in contact. Trent felt that he was interesting her, and gained confidence in himself. All the time she was making a so- cial estimate of him. He was not by aziy means impossible. On the con- trary there was no reason why he should not become a success. That he was interested in her was' already obvious, but that had become her in- tention. The task began to seem al- most easy as she sat and listened to him. Then he gave her a start. Quietly and without any warning he changed the subject into one which was fraught with embarrassment for her'. At his first words the color faded from her cheeks. "I've been pretty lucky since I got back. Things have gone my way a bit, and the only disappointment I've had worth speaking of has leten .,in connection with a matter right out- side money. I've been trying to find the daughter of that old partner of mine—I told you about her—and 1 can't." She changed her seat a little. There was no need for her to affect any in- terest in what he was saying. She listened to every word intently. "Monty," he said reflectingly, "was a good old sort in a way, and I had an idea, somehow, that his daughter' would turn out something like the man himself, and at heart Monty was all right. I didn't know who she was or her name—Monty was always precious close, but I had the address of a firm of lawyers who knew all about her. I called there the other day and saw an old chap who ques- tioned me until I wasn't sure whether I was on my head or my heels, and, after all, he told me to call again this afternoon for her address. I told him, of course, that Monty died a pauper , and he'd no share of our concession to will• away, but I'd done so well that I thought I'd like to make over a trifle to her—in fact, I'd put away £10,000 worth of Bekwando shares for her. I called this afternoon, and do you know, Miss Wendermott, the young lady declined to have anything to say to me—wouldn't let me know who she was that I might have gone and talked this over in a friendly way with her. Didn't want money; didn't want to hear about her father!" "You must have been disappoint- ed." "I'll admit it," he replied, "I was; I'd come to think pretty well of Monty although he was a loose fish, and I'd a sort of fancy for seeing his daugh- ter." She took up a screen as though to shield the fire from her face. Would the man's eyes never cease question- ing her—could it be that he suspect- ed? Surely that was impossible "Why have you never tried to find her before?" she asked, "That's a natural question enough," he admitted. "Well, first, I only came across a letter Monty wrote with the address of those lawyers a few days ago, and, secondly, the Bekwando Mine and Land Company has only just boomed, and you see that made me feel that I'd like to give a lift up to any one belonging to poor old Monty I could find. I've a mind to go on with the thing myself, and find out somehow who this young lady is!" "Who were the lawyers ?" "Cuthbert and Cuthbert." "They ate most respectable people," she said. "I know Mr. Cuthbert and their standing is very high. If Mr. Cuthbert told you that the young lady wished to remain unknown to you, I am quite sure that you may believe "That's all right," Trent said, "but here's what puzzles me. The girl may be small enough and mean enough to decline to have anything to say to me because her father was a bad lot, and she doesn't want to be reminded of him, but for that very reason can you imagineire her virtually refusing u a large sum of money? I told old Cuthbert about it. There was £10,- 000 worth of shares waiting for her There's a s a )1.thtle c.harm about the delicious flavour o Fashion Hints This flavii.ar is unlq > > e and never kt rnnd In cheap, ordinary t as. Let us mail you mal lack, :+ ixed or Green. - and no need for any fuss: Can you understand that?" "It seems very 'odd," she said. "Per- haps the girl' objects to being given money. It is a large sum to take as a present from a stranger." "If she is that sort of girl," he said decidedly, "she would' at least want to meet and talk with the man who saw the last of her father. No, there's something else in it, and I think that I ought to find her. Don't you? She hesitated. "I'm afraid I can't advise you," she said; "only if she has taken so much pains to remain unknown, I am not sure•—I think that if I were you I would assume that she has a good reason for it," "I can see no good reason," he said, "and there is a mystery behind it which would be better cleared up.. Some day I will tell you more about it." Evidently Ernestine was weary of the subject, for she suddenly changed it. She led him on to talk of other things. When at last he glanced at the clock he was horrified to see how long he had stayed. "You'll remember, I • hope, Miss Wendermott," he said, "that this is the first afternoon call I've ever paid. I've no idea how long I ought to have stayed, but certainly not two hours." "The time has passed quickly," she said, smiling upon him, so that his momentary discomfort passed. away. "I have been very interested in the stories of your past, Mr. Trent, but do you know I am quite as much interest- ed, more so even, in your future." "Tell me what you mean," he ask- ed. "You have so much before you, so many possibilities. There is so much that you may gain, so much that you may miss." He looked puzzled. "I have a lot of money," he said. "That's all! I haven't any friends nor any education worth speaking of. I don't see quite where the possi- ilities conte in ",Shecrossed the room and' came oyer close to his side, resting her arm upon the mantelpiece. She was still wearing her walking -dress, prim and straight in its folds about her tall, graceful figure, and her hair, save for the slight waviness about thefore- head, was plainly dressed. There were none of the cheap arts about her to which Trent had become accustomed in women who sought to attract. Yet, as' she stood looking down at him, a faint smile, half humorous, half satiri cal, playing about the corners of her shapely mouth, he felt his heart beat faster than ever it had done in any African jungle. It was the nervous and emotional side of the man to titrhich she appealed. He felt unlike himself, undergoing a new phase of development. There was something stirring within him which he could not understand. (To be continued.) Cats for Food in Hungary. The Paris Figaro quotes the Buda- pest correspondent of the Frankfur- ter Zeitung as follows: "The official extent of land devoted to the cultiva- organ of the central Hungarian slaughter houses, states that in the Biharkenszteser district, where all the Italian residents of Hungary are interned, a great number of cats are killed and dressed daily. The demand has been such that the price of cats rose to a prohibitive figure, hence the local authorities stepped in and fixed the maximum price at three crowns the kilo." (About 25 cents a pound). Alcoholic drinks are now forbidden in Iceland. RED CROSS NEWS. Salvation Army has already pro- vided the Red Cross in England with eleven motor ambulances and three motor lorries, each manned by Sal- vationists. Scottish women have given an X- ray motor ambulance for use in con- nection with Red Cross work in France. It cost £1,000 and represents the last word in the science of radio- graphy. It was equipped under the personal supervision of Mme. Curie, the noted French scientist. German War Office has a regula- tion which provides for the detention of prisoners' letters for a period of ten days. This accounts for some of the complaints of non-delivery which have been made. Turkish prisoners taken by the French at 'the Dardanelles are con- centrated in one of the Aegean is- lands. They are allowed to write to their families, but the Turkish Gov- ernment so far have made no ar- rangement for a postal entente. The French have overcome the difficulty by dropping the prisoners' corres- pondence over the Turkish lines by aeroplanes. Swiss Red Cross has affected the exchange up to date of 8,800 French and German soldiers who are incapa- citated for further service. This movement has been temporarily stop- ped owing to difficulties raised by the German Government. Henrie Dunant, the Swiss gentle- man who founded the international Red Cross, after giving his fortune to the organization, lived in great pover- ty and obscurity until, in 1901, he received from the Swedish Govern- ment the first Nobel Peace Prize. Women of Dover, England, have contributed over a thousand gifts of Jewellery, much of it valuable, to a special War Anniversary Fund for the Red :Cross. In a report on the prisoners' camps in Germany made by members of the American Embassy at the request of Sir Edward Grey, it is stated that Canadian officers interned at Bis- chofswerda have complained that when they were transferred from the front they were compelled to travel with Algerian black troops. Every English post -office is now a collecting depot for books and maga- zines to be distributed to the soldiers and sailors. There is no need to pay 1 postage or to wrap and address the parcel. By this means there has been secured a large :supply of reading material, of which there is a constant need. The London Morning Post, speaking of No. 2 Canadian Stationary Hospi- tal—an establishment with 500 beds, —states that it is a palace. It has a great domed entrance hall, fine stair cases and galleries and vast salons, which give it great exterior magnifi- cence. In details of organization and business efficiency it is said that it could scarcely be improved upon. The Safety -First Critic. "Brown is a very careful critic, isn't he?" "In what way?" "He always manages to take the sting out of his unfavorable com- ment." om- ment" "For instance?" "His bride made him a shortcake the other day, and when she asked him how he liked it he replied: .'It isn't as good as, your mother used to make.' " A T IC When your head is dull and heavy, your tongue furred, and you feel done -up and good for nettling, without knowing what is really the matter with you, probably all that is needed to restore you to health and vigour is a few doses of a reliable FOR THE digestive tonic and stomachic reni- `Y"O,x H i re LIVER edy such as Mother Seigel's Syrup. Take it rafter each meal for a few pfiaysand note how beneficial isits action upon the stomach, iv and bowels— ow it restores tone and healthy activity to these important organs, and by so doing enables you to gain neve stores of vigour, vitality and health. THEM 3• The new 1,00 sue contains Alec times as rttuch as the trial size sold at 50c per bottle. soIS All Manner of Sleeves. Never in the . histbry of fashion, madame, has the human woman per- son been offered such a variety of sleeves! She takes her choice! It is confusion! Tight from the shoulder to the wrist your sleeve may be, Full, like a balloon, you may have it. If you like puffs, then puff it! A puff be- low, a puff above, a puff between! Put it where you please. Paquin has revived the mutton leg, but how cleverly he does it! Never that hideous bump at the shoulder that has to be tucked in. Remember how sleeves did once have to be tuck- ed in? The new mutton leg does not be- gin at the shoulder seam. The shoul- der is a part of the body of the cor- sage, and it dips down very kindly like a little epaulette. There the mut- ton leg forms an attachment puffing out monstrously, and narrowing down narrowly until—mercy on us—it is nothing more than a slim little sleeve covering a pretty wrist! In tulle and in chiffon this sleeve is beautiful. With the short little dumpy basque an adorable sleeve is that which is fitted snuggly to just above the el- bow, where it fattens out into a bouf- fant puff. Another sleeve, particular- ly suitable for the frock of Georgette crepe, has the lower sleeve cut with a vandyke that wears a little row of buttons so that it will ever hang ex- actly as it should. When two fabrics are employed there are endless schemes for decora- tive effect, An excellent manner of using net is to have the drop shoul- der, of the heavy fabric, the full sleeve of net and the wide, flaring cuff of the material again. Entire sleeves of chiffon cloth, maline or net are very pretty with . only a wrist frill and a narrow band of fur by way of decoration. There is a cer- tain cachet about fur and tulle, the fragility of one and the substance of the other are interesting. On evening gowns the sleeve iso sometimes nothing more than a cir- cular frill. Again, the bertha of the corsage forms the sleeves. A ne,w sleeve of lace covers only the top portion of the arm and is attached to the gown itself inetead of 'finishing its usual purpose of clothing thehu- man arm. A bishop sleeve has the fullness cut out at the cuff, giving a funny and piquant little dip or dart. The cloth sleeve with the triple cape appears on a few models, but we can- not recommend it. Cloth sleeves are clumsy and warm, and three of them —one piled over the other!—is, alas, a bit too much. In Place of the Muff. The very newest tailored costumes are shown without a muff, but they are trimmed with huge or medium sized collars of fur and deep cuffs, which are put on about four inches above the end of the sleeve. The coats have large pockets of the slit form lined with chamois. When walk- ing on a cold day one simply puts the Bands firmly in the pocketsinstead of carrying the usual muff. It is a mode that is practical and very comfortable, as often when walk- ing a muff is apt to be an annoyance. The very best Parisian tailors are 'making all their walking suits in this manner. A Long -Lost Cousin. An old Chinese scholar came for treatment to a hospital that was an - der the charge of a certain Doctor Woods. The doctor asked the new patient his honorable name. The old gentleman replied that his unworthy name was Ling, and added that he de- sired to know the doctor's exalted name. With a smile, the doctor said that his mean name was Ling (which is Chinese for Woods). "Why!" exclaimed the Chinaman with fervor. "The same name! Now I recall that in the Han dynasty [B. C. 200] there was a big fanzine, and a part of our clan left China and were said to have crossed over the great eastern sea. They were never heard of again, but now I see they reached America." And greatly to the good doctor's amusement, he was greeted as one of the family, and cordially welcomed in- to the clan of Ling. Her Achievement. "Now you've achieved something!" he exclaimed enthusiastically. "These are exactly like the cakes mother used to make. How did you do it?" "I'll give you the recipe," replied the wife coldly. "I used margarine old,I a week instead of butter, eggs put alum in the flour, and added plenty of water to the milk."