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Zurich Herald, 1916-01-14, Page 6• 11' n been-tillirig, • Trent lookedlround the table. TuE GOLDEN KEY or "The Adventures of Ledgerd.' By the Author of "What Ho Cost Her." 1 "At the same time," he continued in a lower key, "I'll make a confession ; to you, Miss Welidermott, I wouldn't care to make to any one else here. I've been pretty lucky as you know, made money fast—piled it up in fact. To -day, for the first time, 1 have cone face to face with the possibility of a reverse." "Is this a new character?" she murmured. "Are you becoming -faint- :hearted?" : "It is no ordinary reverse,"he said CHAPTER XXXVI. !turie; make her magnificmit The old man and the girl Were equally terrified„ both without .cause. Da Sousa forgot for a moment to be angry at his daughter's disobedience, andetvas quick to see that her pre- sence there was all to his advantage. Monty, as white as death, was strick en dumb to see Trent. He sank bac gasping into a chair. Trent came u to him -with outstretched hands and with a look of keen pity in his hard face, "Monty, old chap," he said, "what en earth are you scared at? Don't you know Pm glad to see you! Didn't I come to Attra to get you back to England? Shake hands, partner. I've . got lots of money for you and good news." Monty's hand was limp and cold, his eyes were glazed and expreseionless. Trent looked at the half -empty bottle by his side and turned savagely to Da Souza. "You blackguard!" he said in a low tone, "you wanted to kill him, did Iran? Don't you know that to shut him up here and ply him with brandy is as ranch murder ,as though you stood with a knife at his throat?" "He goes mad without something to drink," Da Souza muttered. "He'll go mad fast enough with a bottle of brandy within reach, and you know it!" Trent answered fiercely. am going to take him away fron here." Da Souza was no longer cringin He shrugged his shoulders and thrus his fat little hands into his trousers pockets. "Very well," he said darkly, "you go your own way. You won't take my advice. I've been a City man all mylife, life; and I know a thing or two. Yo bring Monty to the general meetin of the Bekwando Company and ex plain his position, and I tell you, you' have the whole market toppling abou your ears. No concern of mine, o course. I have got rid of a few of m shares, and Pll work a few more o before the crash. But what abou you? What about Scarlett Trent, th Millionaire?" "I can afford to lose a bit," Tren answered quietly. "I'm not afraid. Da Souza laughed a little hysterially. "You think you're a financial gei his, suppose," he said, "becaus you've brought a few things off. Why you don't know the AB C of the thing I tell you this, my friend. A comps like the Bekwando Company is ver much like a woman's reputation, dro a ,hint or two, start just a bit of tall :02'1 T 101 you the flames '11 soon d ' sents 'I*" Monty wavered then. His dull eyes shone once more! "If I could do that," be murmured, , "I pledge my word that you shall," 'i'rOTit VL11SWCrU. k ; Monty rose up. P "I am ready," he said simply. "Let us start at once." Da Souza planted himself in front of them. "You defy me!" he said. "You will not trust him with me or take my ad- vice. 'Very well, my friend! Now listen! You want to ruin me! Well, if I -go the Bekwaanlo, Company shall go too, you underztandl Ruin for me I shall mean ruin for Mr. Scarlett Trent—ah, ruin and disgrace. . . . It shall mean imprisonment if 1 can bring it about, and I have friends! Don't you know that you. are guilty of fraud? You sold what wasn't yours , and put the money in your pocket! You left your partner to rot in a fever swamp or to be done to death by those filthy blacks. The law will call that swindling! You will find yourself in the clock, my friend, in the prisoner's dock, I say! Come,how do you like that, Mr. Scarlett Trent? If you leave this room with him, you are a ruined ▪ man. I shall see to it." ▪ Trent swung him out of the way—a 1• single contemptuousturn of the wrist, and Da Souza reeled against the mans ge telpiece. He held out his hand to t' Monty and they left the room to- gether. CHAPTER XXXVII. "From a conversational point of u view," Lady Tresham remarked, "our g guest to -night seems scarcely likely to - distinguish himself." 11 Ernestine looked over her fan across t the drawing -room. f "I have never seen such an ahem - tion in a man," she said, "in so short IT_ a time. This morning he amazed me. He knew the right people and did the e right things—carried himself too like a man who is sure of himself. To- night he is simply a booby." "Perhaps it is his evening clothes," - Lady Tresham remarked, "they take • dt Ibl' " e "This morning," Ernestine said, "he had passed that stage altogether. This is I suppose, a relapso! Such a nuisance for yore Y Lady Tresham rose, and smiled , Y sweetly at the man who was taking P her in. "Well, he is to b4 your charge, so I O hope you may find him More amusing than he looks," she answered. It was an early dinner, to be follow- ed by a visit to a popular theatre. A few hours ago Trent was looking for- ward to his evening with the keenest pleasure—now he was dazed—he could not readjust his point of view to the new conditions. He knew very well that it was his wealth, and his wealth t only, which had brought him as an t equal amongst these people, all, so e • d • slowly. "It is collapse—everything!" "0—oh!" She looked at him attentively Her own heart was beating. If he had not been engrossed by his care lest . any one might overhear their. conversa- tion, he would have been astonished at the change in her face. "You are talking in- enigmas Sure- ly," she said. "Nothing of that sort could possibly happen to you. They tell me that the Bekwando Land shares are prieeless, • and that you must .rnake millions." "This afternoon," he said, raising' his glass to his lips and ,draining it, "I think that I must hasve dozed upo n the lawn at AecOt. I sat there for tome time, back amongst the • trees, and 1 think I must have fallen t sleep. There was a whisper in, my ears and I saw myself stripped of everything. How was it? I forget now! A concession repudiated, a bank failure, a big slump—what does it matter ? The money was gone, and I was simply myself again, Scarlett Trent, a laborer, penniless and of ' no account." "It must have been an odd sensa- tion," she said thoughtfully. "I will tell you what it made me realize," he said. "I am drifting into a dangerous position. 1 am linking myself to a little world to whom:per- sonally, 1 .arn as nothing and less than nothing. I am tolerated for my be- longings! If by any chance I• were to lose these, what would become of me?" "You are a man," she said, looking at him earnestly; "you have the nerve and Wits; of a man, what you have done before you might do again." "In the meantime I should be ostra- cised." "By a good many people, no doubt." He held his peace for a time, and ate and drank what was set before him. He was conscious that his Was scarcely a dinner -table manner. He was too eager, too deeply in earnest. People opposite were looking at them, Ernestine talked to her vis-a-vis. It was some time before he spoke again, when he did he took up the thread of their conversation where he had left it.. "By the majority, of course," he said. I have wondered sometime whether there might be any one wh would be different." "I should be sorry," she said;s-Cl m urelys . • • "Sorry,d people who had had my money and men who call themselves my: itieftie. and forget that they, are my debtor "You are. cynical," "I cannot help it," he anSWered„ "I is my dream. To -day, you know, have stood face to face with evi things." "Do you know," she said, "I shoul never have called you a dreamer, a man likely to fancy things. wonde if anything has 1 lways Acceptable and eliclous., The Tea of all Teas. 12, A52 Black, Green Get a package and exiitny or Mixed a cup a Tea "a ereeetiOn"e D 1 eseses.esseee ,- • , Cost of Concrete Manure Pit. "In the summer of 1915 Mr. Carman Metcalfe, Cherry Valley, one of the enterprising farmers of this cottnty, built a concrete manure pit, the pare ticulars of which are rather interest- ing. For some time previously Mr. Metcalfe had been aware that he was euffering some loss due to waste on account of the manure lying exposed in the yard, but was somewhat at a less as to how to eliminate it. At our suggestion he filially decided to build 1 a concrete manure pit 16 ft. in dia- meter, 21/2 feet deep, with walls 1 ft. thick, and a concrete -floor; with the floor and walls plastered to make it waterproof. The following is an item- I ized-account of the costs: 4 bbls. cement at $2 ...... $ 8.00 2 loads gravel at 15c. 0.30 tion about 13 per cente or will reduce a $500 fuel bill to $435. The use of exhaust steam for heat- ing wash water will still further re- duce the fuel cost. It is estimated i that in a creamery making from 1100,000 to 300,000 pounds of butter annually a maximum of 800 gallons 1 of hot water are used daily. It is cus- tomary to beat this water with live I steam from the boiler. To beat so much water from a temperature of 50 degrees F. to that of 170 degrees lr requires approximately 127 pounds of 1 coal. When the heating is done with exhaust steam there is a net saving of 127 pounds of coal a day, or, if 'operated 300 days a year, an annual saving of 38,100 pounds. At $5 a ton this is worth $95. In a creamery of this size the heating of the boiler Hauling gravel and stone ... Hauling silo rings 1. man 1 day at $2.50 1 man 1 day at $2 ..... 3.50 feed water from a temperature of 58 2.00 degrees P. to that of 200 degrees F. 2,50 will effect a further saving of ap- 2 . 00 proximately $100 annually. An equipment, consisting of a 20 horse power heater, a hot water storage tank of 220 gallons capacity, and a boiler feed pump, can be installed for about $200 and will effect an annual saving of $195. Mr. Metcalfe is more than delighted with with the results. It holds about 25 tons of manure, thus it is only neces- sary for him to have it drawn out once a month, and one roan with a team will do this job in a day. He. s has never found any of the manure ° burned by overheating, nor has it ,ever been frozen so that it could not be removed, even when it was 30 degrees below zero. He considers stb.al; it pays for itself at least once a :year, in fact he thinks it paid for it - Trent turned his back upon him. "Monty," he said, "you aren't afraid to come with me?" Monty looked at him, perplexed and troubled. "You've nothing to be afraid of, Trent continued. "As to the money at Walsh's1Ir. house, I settled that all up with him before I left Attra. I belonged to you really, for I'd lef more than that for you." "There is no one, then," Monty ask ad in a slow, painful whisper, "wh will put me in prison?" "I give you my word, Monty," Tren declared, "that there is not a sing] soul who has any idea of the sort." "You see, it isn't that I mind,' Monty, continued in a low, quiverin voice, 'but there's my little girl! My real name might come out, and I Wouldn't have her know what I've been anything." "She shall not know," Trent said, "rll promise you'll be perfectly safe with me." Monty rose up weakly. His knees were shaking, and he was in a pitiful state. He cast a sidelong -glance at • the brandy bottle by his side, and his hand stole out towards it. But Trent stopped him gently but firmly. "Net now, Monty," he said, "you've had enough of that!" The man's hand dropped to his side. He looked into Trent's face, and the years seemed to fade away into a mist. "You Were always a hard man, • Scarlett Trent," he said. "You were always hard on me!" "May be so," Trent answered, "yet you'd have died in D.T. before now but for me! I kept you from it as far as 'could. I'm going to keep you from it now!" Monty turned a woebegone face around the little room. "I don't know," he said; :"Pm com- fortable here, and. I'm too old, Trent, to live your life. I'd begin again, Trent, I would indeed, if I were ten years younger. It's too late now! I couldn't live a day without something to 'keep up my .strength!" "He's quitemght, Trent," Da Souza put in hastily. "Ile's too old to start afresh now. He's; comfortable here and well looked after; make him arl • allowance, or give. him a good lump Sum in lieu of all claims. MI draw it out; you'll sign it, won't you, Monty ? Be reasonable, Trent! It's the best course for all of us!" • But Trent shook his head. "I •• have made up my mind," he said. "Ile must. come with Inc. Monty, there is the little girl!" • "Too late," 'Monty moaned; "look at in el" "Hut if you could leave her a for- - ;was concerned, of so entirely a differ - o . ent sphere. He looked around the table. What would they say if they t knew? He would be thrust out as an 11 e , interloper. Opposite to him was a , peer who was even then engaged in ' threading the meshes of the Bank- ruptcy Court, what did they care for • that?—not a whit! He was, of their ;h 1 made during the summer was dumped ,' ..4olf .during the past stunmer. In con- ' vection with this he said, "Before we had the pit the manure which was out on the yard, and in the fall it d couldn't be found. This year we drew enough manure out of the pit to pay r for it. Before, the liquid manure was all lost, but by having the pit it was all saved. Same of the neighbors said I should have made it square and with a door so that the waggon could be backed in, but if I had done _ this the liquid manure would have - been lost, and besides, there isn't much to be gained by backing the waggon or sleigh in .when you can drive all around it."—A. P. Mac- Vannel, Prince Edward County. y PP make you talk like this ?" He flashed a quick look at her un derneath his heavy brows. Nothing in her face betrayed any more than the most ordinary interest in what he was saying. Yet somehow from that mo nent, he had uneasy doubts concern ng. her, whether there might be by any chance some reason for the toler- ance and the interest with which she tad regarded him from the first. The mere suspicion of it was a shock to Jin. He relapsed once more into a 1 state of nervous silence. Ernestine yawned, and her hostess threw more than one pitying glance towards her. (To be continued.) ASQUITH'S BURDEN. Sir F. E. Smith Defends Prime Minis- ter From Attack. Sir P. E. Smith, the new British Attorney -General, has paid this high compliment to the Prime Minister. He said: "The London Globe said this of the Prime Minister: 'It will not do for him to Attempt to find cover for his Gov - eminent behind the rampart of the dead.' "In other words, it is said that Mr. Asquith is attempting to cover tip the delinquencies of his Government behind the rampart of those who have died for this country, "Whether you agree with the Prime Minister or disagree with him, whe- ther you admire or do not admire his public record, he is at least a man who hes grown grey in the public ser- vice, and who has contributed three brilliant sons—not soldiers until this war arose—to the trenches, two Of whom have already been wounded, and all three of whom are serving in infantry battalions. He is a man who is to -day bearing a burden of reepon- sibility the like of which has never fallen upon the shoulders of nny•Eng- lish statesman in all the history of this country. "To say of such a mail that he has attempted to find cover for his Gov- ernment bellied the raMpart :of the dead is 'a gross,travestY of his speech and a statement which iS : discredit- able to journalism." order though he was a beggar. But as regards himself, he was fully con- ; scions of the difference. The meas- ure of his wealth was the measure of his standing amongst them. Without it he would be thrust forth—he could make no claim to association with them. The thought filled him with a slow, bitter anger. He sent away his soup untested, and he could not find heart to speak to the girl who had been the will-o'-the-wisp leading him into this evil plight. Presently she addressed him. "Mr. Trent!" He turned round. and looked at her. "Is it necessary for me to remind you, I wonder," she said, "that it is usual to address a few remarks— quite as a matter of form, you know— to the woman whom you bring in to dinner ?" He eyed her dispassionately. "I am not used to making conver- sation," he said. "Is there anything ' in the world Which I could talk about likely to interest you?" She took a. salted almond from a silver dish by his side and smiled sweetly upon him. "Dear mei" she said, "how fierce! Don't attempt it if you feel like that, please! What; have you been doing sinee I saw you last? --losing your money or your temper, For both?" He looked at her with a curiously ! grin smile. ; "If I had lost the former," he said, '1'41 should very eoon cease to be a ; person of interest, ot of any account allearriongst your frieeds." • She shrugged her shoulders. "You do not strike one," she re- marked, "as the sort .of person likely to lose a fortune on the race -course." "You are quite right," he answered; "I think that X won Money. A. couple of thousand at lead." "Two thousand po-unds!" She act- ually sighed, and lost her .appetite for the oyster patty with which she had Hot Water in Creamery. A creamery that uses a steam en- gine and permits exhaust steam to es- cape tmustted is wasting a valuable by-product. Exhaust steam can be used successfully for heating milk, cream, boiler -feed water, wash water and the building. The heating of boiler -feed water and wash water only will be considered in this circular, says a circular issued by the Dairy Division, U.S. Dept. of Agrictilture. In the majority of small cream- eries the boiler Is fed by means of an injector, but this is not an econo- mical apparatus for this work, be- cause it requires live steam for its operation and cannot handle hot wa- ter. For every 10 degrees F. that water is heated before approximately one per cent. less fuel is required to generate a given amount of steam, and for each 10 degrees F. increase "n feed water temperature the.boiler capacity is increased • approximately one per cent. 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Cures Distemper in Dogs and Sheep and Cilwlere, in Poultry, tnrgost seeing live stock remedy, (*wpm T.n (1rInpe among human beings, and Is a fine Iticlney remedy, Cont ibis cut. Reel) it, Show it to your drriggist, who I1i it it far you, rree Booklet, ,obiatextivaa's esuSOs and cure.” Hpo.,1111 agents wanted. C3lbOlf,11 WZ3310.0.1.Z, ChemioN and meteriologiste, teeelien, levee SHE WAS WITH NURSE Ural NURSE MAUDE HORN, OP STO,tr. PORT, ENGLAND. Companion Tells of Last Letters Ike ceived From the Heroic Woman. Nurse Maude. Horn of Drumrossits, Wellington Road, Stockport, Et:glee:I, who recently returned from Breseele; where she was attached to. Nurec Cit,tryeesit.l's nursieg home, describes the h life of the heroine ander subsequent a "It would be wrong to wanness that Miss Cavell'e arrest came as v. great surprise to her or to us," Lbs. says. "Her school hnd been search- ed time .after time withcn:t euecese. and Miss Cavell, who was mech loved by • those around her, was watched some suspicion by the atitheri- ties for a considerable time. "The • arrest was effected creite quietly. Officers arrived in a motor car, a few questions were put and answered, and she was caeried She wrote to me from prison- The letters, with practically all My :hes longings, except the contents of a handbag, are still in Brusseh5. She seemed quite yesigned. Her Last Letters. "Her letters were bright, and made it clear that she was glad to have the rest that the prison afforded. She said she had everything she could wish for except her liberty. She lit- tle thought that such a terrible pen- alty awaited her, and we at the school were dreadfully distressed when we heard -the awful.news of her death. The sook was terrible. -"The German authorities apparent- ly convinced themselves of Miss Cav- ell's guilt by what was described as the confessions of a Pole. He -told the Germans he had represented him- self as a Frenchman, and had stayed a night under Nurse Cavell's roof. This Pole was apparently trapped in his endeavors to cross the frontier, and was no doubt pressed hard for a confession:" Saw Germans Enter. Nurse Horn was in this country when war broke out, but in response to a telegram she hastened to assist Nurse Cavell. She saw the Germane march into Brussels, and says if it had been rehearsed a hundred times it could not have been done with more precision. - There are now signs that money is scarce, and German officers display less opulence. There are fewer elab- orate motor ears. Brussels people seem to think that General von Biss- ing does not represent the worst type of. German officer, and that matters' might even be worse with another Governor. Life'however, is very re- stricted, and the city has lost all its old reputation for gaiety. The tram- ways and bakeries are under 'German control, and the allowance for bread has been reduced to four slices a day. Butter is 4s. 2d. a pound, and other commodities are relatively dear. Just before she left an order was issued to the effect that the Ger- mans were about to saddle the re- sponsibility- of provisioning the troops on the people of Brussels. The men are to be billeted on the citizens with- out allowances. The Germans are confident of vic- tory, but the people of Brussels re fuse to think of defeat. BRITISH SHIP -BUILDING. Said to Be Hampered By Wars ('all For Workmen. While the vast resources of the various ship -building yards of Great Britain are largely concentrated on naval work, it is believed that during the next few months much of the ur- gent naval ship building will be com- pleted and a certain number of men released for mercantile building and repair work. At present, however, there is great difficulty in fitting new mercantile ves- sels with proper machinery and other equipment, largely through the num- ber of men engaged on Admiralty work, and more recently by the new recruiting campaign, which is slowly but surely depleting the yards of ne- cessary Workmen. Despite these backs seven new vessels have just been completed pn. the Clyde, including the New Zealand passenger steamer 41.,otearea, 115,000 tons, tho Leyland and motor liner Bostonian and the Mo- tor ,ship MontezuMa. • b.. • No Tears To Waste. Member of the Touting Company -- My good lady, the last place I stayed at the landlady wept when I left. Landlatly—Oh, did she? Well, I ain't going to. 1 wants rily 101107 in advance.