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B obby PHAYLE—he was “Bobby”
to alt his acquaintances walked
cheerfully down Curzon street to
the Ibis Club He was, as usual. In
the highest spirits TTs had just
lunched with two of the best fellows In
the world—all his friends were the beat
fellows In the world to Bobby. He had
Just heard the newest story: for no story
was old or stale to this Incorrigible ju
venile; and. above all. he bad the con
sciousness that there was a letter from
the dearest girl In England In hi.- pnck-
ea. If he could get u moment to him
self In the club he proposed to re-read
It for the sixth time
He nodded genially to all the ac
quaintances he met, and more than one
of them looked rather enviously at him
Hia obvious joy in life seemed to Jar
upon them. “Confound him!" mur
mured one. “that follow goes through
life walking on the sunny side of the
road.”
“Hello. Bobby/’ said a man lie mot
on the steps of the club "How's the
fair damsel'"
“A-l,” replied Bobby, coloring some
what.
He walked across the room and,
with a very business-like air, glanced
at the stock exchange nows. All at
once he saw some figures that sobered
him.
"Perak Amalgamated, 1*„ "
He looked at the figures for a mo
ment or two before their full signifi
cance came to his mind. Then Un
consciousness came that he wan ruined.
Only a week before he had gone to
his old schoolfellow Charters, and ex
plained that he was going to be mar
ried and wanted to increase his canltal
by some safe speculation. Charters nad
always been a good sort, and had a
great reputation in the city.
“Put eevrything you can lay your
haiKis on in Perak Amalgamated," he
had said. "They're at four, but they’re
dead certain to rise. They'll he at *1
in a month, with luck. Put your boots
on It. Bobby."
So Bobby had put every farthing he
could raise, or borrow, in if Peraks.
And now' He tried to work out the
figures In his head. He might he able
to pay off the loans and just clear him
self. But then there was the girl. He
would have nothing left In the world,
and she was used to every luxury.
For a moment he Wondered what he
could do for a living Then he shrugged
his shoulders all that he- was good for
was to spend money. He knew nothing.
For the life of him he could not see
how he could earn 25 shillings a week.
As for the girl well, that was all over
He could not be so cruel to her. For a
moment he felt bitter toward Charters,
and then his better feelings reasserted
themselves.
“He's a good sort," thought Bobby.
'I must not blame him for the mis
take "
"Made your fortur s. Bobby?" shouted
one of his friends seeing him at the
lane.
r ‘Lost It all! Pm a blighted beg
gar,” said Boby, in the cheeriest tones.
Proclaims His Ruin.
“At any rat*-," he thought, "I’ll show
the fellows that I can take my gruel
ing like a man."
There was a universal laugh at the
cheery manner in which Bobby pro
claimed his ruin. Not one of his friends
for a second took his remark seriously
As Bobby Phayle drank his whisky
and sods and listened to his friends’
chat, he thought calmly about his course
of action. He would have to end things
now. It was no good waiting and draw
ing out the agony He wondered about
his chambers No. That would upset
Mrs Travers, the housekeeper, loo
much, and he liked the old lady. He
thought of his old home down In Berk
shire. and decided against it The girl
lived nearby, and It would make the
shock worse for her
The writing room would do. It
was a relief to get that settled. And
after all it would be best to end all in
the old Ibis, where he had spent so many
happy hours
He slipped out of the club quietly,
and was soon at the gunsmith’s. Mr.
Chi vers himself condescended to come
out and attend to Bobby.
“Just a revolver to-day. Mr Chlvers,"
he said brightly. "Want one to keep in
my cottage up the river Had it broken
into this summer.'
"Ah'" said Mr Chivers. with consid
erable gravity. I don’t like letting you
have one, Mr. Phayle. You’re a clean
shot, sir. Now, there’s nothing spoils a
gentleman’s shooting more than revolver
practice. You can be a good shot with
a gun. Mr Phyle, or you can be a good
shot with a revolver, hut you can’t be
a good shot with both. Now, I don't
want you to say that last gun 1 let you
have doesn’t make good practice when
the fault will be not In the gun, but in
the user."
“Bless you. Chivers!" said Bobby
Phayle. “I’m not going to practice. It
Isn’t likely that I'll ever fire half a dozen
shots with It. Let. me have a small re-
that'll si
I dozen cartridge
Don't worry al:
| “If that is t
mil ted Mr. Ch
difference. Bu
ing you. The
| up revolver shi
a third-rate shot. He disregarded me.
and that’s the consequence.”
i Five minutes later Bobby Phayle was
! bnck at the Ibl- Most of his friends
i had gone off to play pool. There were
only one or two sleepy men In the
I smoke-room He passed through the
I smoke-room unnoticed, slid into the lit
tle writing room and shut the door.
He went and looked out of the win
dow for a minute or two. it was a fine
j day. and the. sight of the blue sky
seemed to strike him like a knife. After
all, it was a hard w T orld to leave But
he must not Stand thinking. There were
a few letters to write, and then
lie turned round to the writing tables
and saw to his astonishment that one
of them was occupied by a stranger.
"Slipped In while I was looking out of
the window," thought Bobby. "Anyhow.
I he’ll be gone by the time I've finished my
letters."
The first letter was a difficult one to
write—the more difficult as the man at
the other writing table had a curious
fascination for Bobby. ]!*• was a tall
tnan with reddish hair and prominent
teeth. He was gazing despondingly at
a betting book.
A Queer Personage.
“Don't know tlie fellow," lie thought
“Must be a country member. Looks it
anyhow, for his clothes seem years be
hind the fashion. Wonder if he's in
queer street Looks it by the way he
stares at his betting book. Perhaps he
waiting till 1 leave him
room " , ,
Bobby returned to his letter writing
When the first letter to the girl—was
done the rest were easy. lie hastily
scribbled a few brief notes to Ids solici
tor, his triends, and his servant. At last
be had finished everything and only
waited to i»e left alone. He glanced up
at the red-haired man to see if he
showed any symptoms of moving. The
.-'iranger was still absorbed in the study
of ins hook.
"Could you oblige me with the time?
said Bobby politely, thinking that there
by he mlgnt remind
some appointment.
The red-haired
notice of him.
"1 beg your pardon, but 1 asked you
If you could tell me the time?” persist
ed‘Bobby.
Again the strange, ignored him ab
solutely.
"Must, he be stone o ^af or mad,
thought Bobby.
He picked up his letters and went and
looked out of tile window. Every now
and then he turned round to look at
tins silent man, who seemed determined
to spend the whole aiterimon staring
at a betting hook.
"Won’t he ever go?" thought Bobby.
“I w'onder if he'd leave me for a mo
ment if l told him that 1 felt very ill
and asked him if he’d tell the waiter
to bring me a brandy and soda? I’ll
try It."
He went to the table and was about
to speak when the stranger moved sud- (
denly and looked directly at him. His
wild, staring eyes seemed to look Bobby j
through and through. The young man j
strove to speak, but his Hds refused to
move. He was afraid o(J the sound of
his own voice. Hig nerve gave way,
and without caring what the stranger
thought he hurried out of the room.
“A horrid nuisance that lunatic’s
there,"he thought. *“T shall have to do
it In my chambers now."
He descended tiie stairs hastily, and
was passing through the entrance hall
«>f the club when half a dozen fellow's
shouted to him. “Come her*:, Bobby,
look at one of the major’s good things."
He went mechanically toward the
tape, arid the first thing he saw was
“CORRECTION Perak’s Amalgamated
for 1 r *H read N 1 *."
He stared blankly at It, scarcely real
izing that he was saved- that Instead
of losing his fortune he had Increased it.
And Just then the major, a genial, old
veteran, slapped him on tlie hack.
"Where ha*' you been. Bobby'.’ I was
told you were in the club and hunted
all over for you to put you on to some-
tiling special."
“One of the major’s usuals." cried
another friend. "Started at 2 to 4 on
and was beaten by a short head."
“I was in the little writing room,"
murmured Bobby.
"Oh. thut’s how I missed you. Haven't
liked that room since poor Lascelles
shot hltnself there. Let me see—it
must t>e twelve years sir,.« before your
time "
"What sort of a man was he?" asked
Bobby, curiously.
"Bed-headed man w’lth teeth like a
wolf. Never liked him myself A bad
week at Ascot broke him, and he shot
himself here Bad form. I call it, to
shoot one’s self in one’s club "
“Good heavens, the man in the writ
ing room!" gasped Bobby Phayle.
Pure in the
Making
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CALUMET
BAKING POWDER
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Her Husband’s Widow
An Absorbing Serial, Combining tlie Elements of Romance,
Adventure and Intrigue.
(Dramatic translation and all others
rights secured. Copyright, U. 8. A.,
1913. by London Dally Mail. Serial
rights in U. S. held by International
News Service.)
By EDMUND B. D'AUVERGNc.
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ing requirements on your part is all that is nec
essary to produce perfect bakings with Calumet Baking
Powder. Calumet by its purity and perfect leavening
qualities does the rest.
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the improvements - also note the saving tor i aluuiet is
in cost and use. All good grocers sell it.
44 I I
E had a
tight
with
Erusley
wi il-
hi
after yc
>u left
him.
appar-
su ppr
ently
From
he m
arks on
heard
his throi
it it is pr»
sumed
that
Erdsley
that
tried to
strangle
him, t
hat h
e threw
death
him off.
and that
vrdsle>
fell,
striking
he ha
his head with fatal effect against the
edge c>f the table. Sir Ralph seems to
have died a few minutes* later from
heart failure My poor father!”
Her tears fell freely. After all,
someone did remain to mourn for the
disreputable old swindler and roue.
"I’m sorry," said Victor, after a
pause. "He wasn’t such a had sort.
He died, no doubt, in an endeavor to
defend your Interests It's a good
thing Erdslev has gone." Then his
eyes became troubled. "But now.
what is your position and the boy’s?
If this* marriage of ours is discov
ered, may there not he other heirs?"
Leslie smiled proudly through her
tears She drew herself up and stood
looking round the room. "Heirs'" she
repeated scornfully. "I atn the owner
of this place .end rivt r. and all that
Oswald ever owned. Listen, Victor.
This ’norning by the merest accident
i discovered the last will of my uncle,
James M rven, my mother’s brother.
He died six months before his wife,
from whom Oswald took the estate.
"She either knew nothing of this
let us think that—or. well, she
cssed it. My uncle had only just
of my existence when he mad
will, a few hours before his
Before and after his marriage
d acquired by mortgage, by set
tlement and by purchase every root?
of land that constitutes the Varney
property.
"He left it all to me by name, ex
cepting an annuity—a generous one—
to his wife. Oswald, of course, never
knew this. The property was never
rightfully his or his aunt’s. It should
nave been mine long before 1 married
him. It's mine"—there was a trl-
umphans ring in her voice—"to do as
I will w ith."
Victor drew a sigh of relief. “I’m
glad of that. You have had a rough
time. * • • I'm glad the little
chap wfll come into his own—Jolly
glad."
Then he mot her eyes. A cry broke
from him. He advanced toward her,
then stopped, for she had made a
wrning gesture.
"Tell me," she asked him in a tense
rieu to
whole t
to you?'
You say you were never mar-
that woman. Tell me the
ruth, Victor. What was she
’ onfipringlv then,
services —m oiasuet— you see
sometimes these Levantines would
presume on her position, and all that.
• * * She was unduly grateful for
the help I rendered her once or twice*
She liked me to take her about. 1*
feel a bit of a cad for telling you, and
it may sound absurd to say it. but,
well, the fact is she fell in love with
me. You see I was*vounger then, and.
of course, she didn’t know’ many Eng
lishmen. Anyway, it seems she did.
• • • ••
"Yes, I don’t doubt that," said Les
lie, smiljng at his conclusion, "but
were you ever in love with her?”
She waited hie answer, conscious of
the throbbing of her heart.
“Oh, Lord, no! Never! That’s a
fact.”
"Are you in love with anyone now?’
She was smiling, but he looked up
sternly.
"Yes. I am. With the woman I
A Castle Not In
the Air
T
HE sun shone into young Eger-
ton’s sitting room. The little
place dignified by the name of
home consisted of three rooms—a sit
ting room, a bedroom and a kitchen
But in that restricted space the Eger-
tons iiad lived for ten months happily
on a small Income. They dreamed
many ridiculous dreams and built vari
ous castles in the air.
Therefore it was amazing when
among the letters—Estella’s own share
belt s & letter from a sister In India
and a catalogue from a firm of drapers
—w'as found one with a businesslike
appearance and the name of a famous
firm of solicitors.
Dick Kgerton had opened one letter
accepting a series of short articles,
which would bring him $60.
“Hello, what’s this?” he said. “From
a solicitor, by Jove! I don’t owe any
body anything, do I, Stella?"
Estella shook her pretty head.
He opened it, read the letter through
once, twice, a third time, and then
sprang up from his chair.
"Eureka! It’s a fortune! It’s the
unexpected which always happens!
Listen to this, Stella!
“ ‘Dear Sir: Our late client. Miss
Walsh, of Derrynane Castle, County
Galway, has bequeathed her estate to
her nearest of kih. and as we are in
formed that you are the heir in ques
tion. we shall be glad if you will call
upon us.’ ”
"But who Is Miss Walsh, Dick?”
"She was a distant cousin of my
mother, I suppose. Her name was
Walsh and her people came from Gal
way, though she had never lived there.
I’d better see these people this morn
ing."
At the office he learned that the in
heritance of a castle in Galway did
not mean a fortune. On the contrary,
beyond the castle and its grounds and
a farm, most of which had been al
lowed to grow wild, there »was $1,500
due to him from the estate.
“We’re paying rent and taxes here,"
said Estella, "and the castle would, at
any rate, be rent free. You could do
your work more easily, too, in the coun
try, and we'd have our own vegetables
and poultry, and perhaps a cow. Ol
course it would be cheaper! Is there
any furniture?"
Yes."
She Wants to Go at Once.
“Then what more do we want? We
ought to go at once, Dick! I am sure,
we shall like it."
"Stella, you think of everything!
You’re right.!”
“Of course, I am!" said Stella.
The place was neglected, of course,
and shabby. An air of poverty hung
over everything, and Estella sighed
as she realized that it did not lay in
their power to remove it. But much
could be done by youth and energy and
a good deal of hard work.
Dick developed a passion for farm
ing. and before they had been in resi
dence at Derrydane Castle a week they
had decided to live there permanently.
They would be rent free, quiet and hap
py. So they returned to their suburban
home, sold off what they did not want
and went bark as fast as they could.
Then a whole battalion of misfortunes
came. Dick lost the $1,560 in an un
sound investment. Even gay Estella felt
her spirits falling. Had they made a
mistake in giving up their modest little
home near to editorial offices" If only
she could devise some plan by which
they could earn more!
She Sees a Hope.
.She took up the newspaper and her
attention was attracted by an adver
tisement:
"Young American couple, well born,
cheerful, fond of all country pursuits
and sports, also of art. wish to spend
the winter months with an Irish fam
ily. The West Coast preferred. Lib
eral terms. Write to A. B. C.. Morn
ing Mercury office.”
Estella bent over the desk, and her
pen traveled fast over the paper.
• * *
“I’m going right there’” announced,
Mrs. Consueio B. Ascham. addressing
her husband. “You see, I’ve got what
I wanted straight off. What do you
think, George-- a nice, Irish family and
a real castle, plenty of good sport, and
the most romantic situation near the
famous Galway lakes?"
“I think it sounds al Iright." said
George P. H. Ascham lazily. He was
only lazy In manner, not in action, as
every one in Wall Street knew. There
he was known u.s a hustler of the first
degree, and that his hustling had been
a success was very evident "But where
did I hear that the term ‘castle,’ as used
in Ireland, is a very elastic term?”
* * *
Stella, flinging wide the great oak
door, and standing ready to welcome
them, a charming figure in her tweed
skirt and pretty w'hite blouse, heard the
cry of delight which broke from Mrs.
Ascham’s lips as they drew up at the
door of Derrynane Castle.
“Oh, it’s a real castle, George! I never
saw anything so lovely In all my trav
els!”
• * *
The young American couple and the
Egertons "took to each other” at once.
“I’d never ask for anything better
than this! ’ declared Ascham as he
tramped across the dripping heather,
a gun in one hand and a brace of un
commonly fine woodcock in the other,
while at his heel, in silent ecstasy,
there trotted a water spaniel. Beside
him tramped Consueio. in the shortest
of rough tweed skirts, her face radiant.
"Nor would I. George, because, you
see, we could always run away fqj* a
w r eek in the city w’henever we wanted
it. Hasn’t It dawned upon you that
those two dear people are living from
hand to mouth?”
"But this is awful!" said Ascham*
“And yet they seem happy enough!"
A tremendous gale rose during the
night and roared with increasing fury
round the castle. The solid walls
seemed almost to rock, and the Eger
tons and their guests sat up later than
usual, loath to leave the log fire.
They said "Good night" and parted.
Suddenly there w f as a tremendous
crash.
“It’s By Jove, Egerton, look at
that!"
They looked Into a yawning hole in
the ceiling just over the wide hearth
before which they had been sitting only
an hour earlier. The chimneystack had
evidently fallen, tearing out the back
of the fireplace and the heavy oak man
telshelf. The floor and the hearth were
covered with bricks and other debris
Had any people been sitting there they
must have been killed. The two men
looked at each other for a moment In
silence.
"I say, that’s pretty had! Lucky
wo went to bed when we did, eh, Eger
ton? Hello! What's that?"
A sack, blackened and stained, very
bulky in appearance and securely tied
up and sealed, had been apparently
flung from some hiding place by the
fall of the mantelshelf. It lay at Eger-
ton’s feet, and he picked it up.
“Uncommonly heavy!" he said. “t
wonder w’hat Is in It!"
"Treasure-trove of some kind, per
haps! Let us see! Here’s a knife!”
"It must have been hidden by the
relative I Inherited this place from!”
said Dick hoarsely. "The lawyers
couldn’t make out why there was so
little money In the hank and no trace
of any securities. She hid her wealth
in this way!”
Fifty thousand dollars In notes and
gold and a collection of ancient, and
valuable silver—it seemed too good to
be true! It meant the end of all their
struggles: It meant all the difference
betw’een poverty and sufficient means.
There was such a housewarming at
Derrynane Castle; such a radiant hos
tess in a frock of white satin; such an
opening of the stately old house: good
cheer on every side; every one hos
pitably entertained.
And when the Ascbams went hack
to the other side of the Atlantic they
never tired of relating all their de
lightful experiences at that castle In
Galway, which they faithfully revisit
each year.
H ERE are five successive ships of the British navy which have borne the name “Royal Sovereign." Interesting it is to note the
little progress made from 1637 to 1805, though the progress in ordnance was more striking than the development shown (in the
two upper pictures) in sailing ability. At the right center is the first English turret ship. Laid down as a steam-driven, wooden
three-decker, her 3-feet thick sides were covered with 56^ inches of rolled iron when the United States “Monitor” proved such a suc
cess. In 1891, the steel boat appears, vastly different from previous types, but no greater advance over them than the 1914 “Royal
Sovereign” is over it. The latest “Royal Sovereign” is a battleship of 24,000 tons, with eight 15-inch guns, and'21 knots speed.
'iave loved ever since I met her at
Hastings. I love you!”
She turned her face to the waL Uiat
he might not see the sunlight that had
broken through the mist of her tears
and flooded her whole being.
"I answer your question,” he said
quietly, “but I do not venture to hope
after all that has passed ”
She turned on him. threw her arms
about his neck, and drew down his
face and kissed him.
"If you would care to marry me
again some time this year." she whis
pered, "I—I should be rather pleased.
B not at a registry office this
The End.
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