Evening Star Newspaper, December 12, 1926, Page 94

THE SUNDAY TON, D C 1926— PART 5. STAR. WASHING DECEMBER 12, I IR HENRY PULLATON, Bart.!look in his eyes. Goade's indifference, J. P. 1 e Quarter | Lowever, seemed to reassure him eighboring [« “*Not very well just now, as it hap 4 town, landowner 1 pens. Met with a slight accident yes person of muck sequence in {terday. Her—her ladyship's just the his particular corner Devonshire, | same as ever, vou } turned around on the path He re Goade anced toward the two fig moved his pipe from his mouth and |ures now ascending the terrace steps gtared ‘into the slowly passing car. | Lady Pullaton, slightly in advance, 20 which he had stepped on the path to |years voun ®void | sltm, beautiful, with a pale, almost less my soul’” he excl “It's [ivory complexion and blue eyes. The | Nicholas Goad>! Hi, « {man by her side was of a different The car came 1o a wheezy stand-{type. He was broad-shouldered, in- &till. A small white dog poked an in- | clined to be stout, clean-shaven, with | Quiring nose from the front seat.|gray-black hair cut close to his head, Nicholas Goade leaned out. |almost in the German fashion. His | Tlow do You do, Sir Henry?" he |dress was studiously neat, but more Faid. | suggestive of Fifth avenue than the “What are you dof 1 my part of | lawn of an English country house. the world?” ‘the latted inquired ge-|He was smoking a cigar, but as he nially. “Don't tell me,” h d. with | reached the terrace he threw it into & glance of mild amus: t the |the flower beds. Lady Pullaton easel in the tonneau, vou've | smiled. turned artist.” ! “Dr. Scott Barnett remembers your “Neither my best nor my worst |aversion to cigars in the morning, friend would accuse me of that,” was | Henry,” she observed. “Why——' the «miling reply. I perpetrate a ter-| She stopped short as Goade rose to rible daub now and then, just to|his feet. Notwithstanding the sun's @&muse myself. As a matter of fact, | heat, she seemed suddenly to become I'm having a few months’ complete | ghastly pale. She clutched at her Test. ; companion’s arm, as though to steady ir Henry nodded sympathetically. | hersel ; “Glad I happened to catch sight of d she exclaimed. “What you. You must come up and say how- »u doing here?” do-you-do to her ladyship. Goade is on a holiday, my, Goade shook his head dubiously. I'm afraild vou'll have to excuse | me.” he regretted. “I am touring efter a tramp hion of my own—no clothes, no civilized effects of any sort. Thank you, all the same.” “Thank you for nothing!" Sir Henry exclaimed, hoisting himself up into the . Sir Henry intervened quickl I met him in the lane, quite by dent, and insisted upon home with me.” Lady Pullaton with an effort. “This 1s Mr. G from London—Dr. i his coming recovered herself ade, a friend of ours Scott Barnett.” Yacant seat and pushing Flip, the| “Glad to meet vou, the latter little dog, unceremoniously on one | announced, with impressive but ob-| side. “Straight through the gates |viously insincere cordiality. “Seems there. You can see the hall the other | to me vour name is somehow familiar, side of that beit of trees. If you pass without even a drink, I'll never pa- tronize Scotland Yard again. The although I can't quite place you,” he added, continuing to hold Goade's hand and to gaze steadily into his face. next murder we happen to have in the | “IT don’t think that we have met district Tl put into the hands of the | before,” Goade said, politely. “I have local police. been in New York once or twice, though, on busines e IR HENRY leaned forward with the obvious intention of revealing Goade's identity. With no earthly rea- son of which he was aware, however, the latter suddenly checked him by beginning a conversation with Lady Pullaton. The butler entered with fresh shaker and an array of glasses. A little group of young people came trooping over from the tennis court; others appeared from the house. Lady Pullaton turned to Goade. “Let me show you the gardens,” she invited. “We ‘shall just have time before lunch.” They strolled off together; Lad Pullaton pointed out the famous ce- dars—one of them the largest in the country—and led_him toward the walled gardens. Instead of entering them, however, she turned abruptly didn’t know you ram to murders down hereabout,” Goade remarked, as he swung in through the gates. “We don't, and that's a fact,” Sir Henry admitted, with a sudden shadow on his face, We're a law-abiding neighborhood as a rule. Her ladyship ‘will be glad to see you, Goade. She'll never forget how cleverly you ran that scamp of a footman of ours to earth in Lowndes Square. * o % % 'OADE brought the car to a stand- still before the hospitably open, heavy oak doors, beyond which was a leasant vista of a spacious hall, with nks of flowers and palms and a dis- tant glimpse of picture-covered walls. They passed through a long, low room, and across a small, dome-shaped Winter garden to a shady terrace. Peacocks were strutting about on the lawn below; one of them was perched \¢ it £ 'I".A" s 3 SHE DREW A LITTLE SIGH OF RELIEF, BUT IT WAS OBVIOUS THAT SHE WAS SUFFERING ; OME FORM OF SHAT- ipon the stone balustrade. Sir Henry | yointed to a chair and pushed a hox | ©f cigarettes across the wicker table “Make vourselt comfortable for a few minutes anyway, Goade,” he in- | wited. The butler appeared with a cocktail #haker and two glasses. Sir Henry ewallowed his drink almost feverishly. and, looking at him without his hat, it | seemed to Goade that his face was | more lined and that he had aged con down a pergola and pointed to a se ‘Let us =it down she suggested. !The At r than' her husband, tall, | for a moment,” He obeved, holding his tongue and Nicholas Goade Discovers a Painful Situation eves. Goade instnctively knew that |case Sir Henry and Lady Pullaton| “Still in her ladyships roem.” Rol ber advent was expected | would naturally be anxious to break |son answered. “Dr. Scott Barnett Dr. Scott Barnett bas left word [up their party without alarming their | won't have him moved.” that I am not to be allowed in the | guests. [ ™ s other docto vistted ni | room,” she announced. *“He says that | ' e s v { Mr. Grimmett ix still unconscious and | A 7T the end of a quarter of an hour's | Went on, after a moment's hesitatior [that he prefers to look after him en-| /X "yopection Gioade had discarded | “he's in' her ladyship's bed, and DU | «GAPT. DORCHES- [ tirely himself.” ! 1 Evary DeHes CDotte o ot Barnett savs he might bleed o o “He understands that you are a| d to come to the conclusion that | death if he's even carried as far ax | _TER'S BUT A fullduin ko) nureyr was a certain_quality of terror | the door. WEAKLY THING; e girl nodded. e X g s M S L 3 “He ‘lnows that quite well,” ahe | @1 "¢ distraction tfom which both | HE WAS GETTING & | (JOADE considered the whole stors | o : 2 aid. “He knows that I was out with |ing, which was capable of ho ordine _,;(—‘ ol KNOCKED ABOUT, O er iy e e sssgery | xpORUOR I NorwINGTAIE certain| wne Capt, Dorchesier badly | AND HE SAYS HE 0 ¢ 3 es e vings ' v instead ol - g . ~ : “Not a word,” the girl replied. | procesding upon his iy, he turned | Knocked about?” he asked. he cheek, | WAUGHT UP THE Capt. Dorchester told me to tell You | back, passed the front entrance of |, T/ Bt & nasty cut on the cheek DAGGER TO |that he was feeling all right and that | Pullaton Park and, taking a lane to{®nd his left arm'e kind of fractured 1| o the doctor was going up to see them |the left, reached the house ians After all,” Goade pointed flnh‘n ter | FRIGHTEN GRIM- | both before luncheon.” of a back drive. He left his car ont | Prief pause, “the person chiefly in METT.” Go back and be near, in case he wants you,” Lady Pullaton enjoined | The girl took her leave. Lady Pulla- ton leaned back in her place. The {cigarette had fallen from her finger 1 lay smoldering upon the path. We have two invalids in the house, she said. “Arthur Dorchester is not at |all well, and a friend, who came down | with him—a Mr. Grimmett, Dr. Scott | Barnett's nephew—has met with an | accident.” “Is Dr. Scott Rarnett looking after |them both?" Gonde inquired. Lady Pullaton nodded. | “Naturally. We were very fortu ite to have him in the house. He fully qualified Canadian doctor, m sure that he is doing everything hat i possible.” “But isn't it a little | refuse the services of a nurse? | ventured. | “I don’t know, | little helplessly. unusual to Goade she this afternoon. You wouldn’t like me to send out another doctor for a con. sultation?"" “Certainly not,” was the almost hys- that you won’t.” it.” Goade promised. “I only thought ‘that it might relieve your anxiety a little. Lady Pullaton rose to her feet. “I dare say that we are wor about nothing,” she said abruptly. always hate iliness so. We had better 2o back now. Luncheon will be ready directly. * ok k% 'HERE wae a little crowd upon the terrace when they returned, and Goade realized that the party was a much larger affalr than he had ex pected. Under ordinary circumstances he would have ventured a word in Sir Henry's ear and made a hasty exit. The air of mystery about the place, however, intrigued him—and there was Dr. Scott Barnett. He never hesitated to trust to his instinct as regards people, and he had taken an instant dislike to the Cana- dian doctor. He sat on the edge of the balcony toying with a cocktafl which the but- ler had brought him. His holiday was forgotten; he was back again in his {01d life, trying to piece together in- significant ~ but _inexplicable trifles. Arthur Dorchester, a_weakling and a gambler, Lady Pullaton’s cavalier servant, lying upstairs ill: his friend, who arrived with him, unconscious as the result of an accident: their sole medical attendant the latter's uncle; a nurse refused; Sir Henry and his wife living in the shadow of a fear which seemed beyond any ordinary anxlety. Goade came to a sudden resolution, set down his glass and made his wa through the gossiping little groups to where his prospective host and host ess were standing. “Sir Henry,” he apologized, “I had no idea that vou had =0 many people e twelve months fi:g??lli\dlu:}fiy-‘nh Yie was ]:‘\:L;n. waiting. She leaned toward him here when I accepted your invitation out his glass to be refilled before | “Will you give me your word of |to luncheon. I won't lay too much Goade had begun his honor, Mr. Goade,” she asked eagerly, | 5tre8S upon my appearance,’ he wen “You must have a dividend, too,” he | “that vour coming here this morning | Of: “but my flannel collar is o Title Insisted. “Fill Mr. Goade's glass, Rob- | was quite accidental?” e e @on. Excellent phrase, that! Ameri-| “Absolutely,” he assured her. - Swcefiic 1 should be w0 touch more ean, ot course. theie snuppy litle | met Sir Henry Just as he told you, | sofortable if you would a mayings are. We've gol a Canadian and he insisted upon my coming to| ay. R ST 1 taying in the house, by the Fel- | the house. 1 nad no idea that y',u‘r_;',:',‘,“f,‘w,‘:,",'],:','.(.f(','l’?;'{qt::.l:;))x!n:- L ow called Scot Barnett. You've never lived here.’ o : : She drew a little sigh of relief. {it was obyv bu heard of him, 1 suppose “Not that I can remember Sir Henry was leaning a little for- | from some form of shattered nerves. vard in his chalr, watching two up- | “How do you think Henry is look roaching figures. Again the cloud |ing?” she inquired had descended upon his fice | “He’s a friend of young Arthur Dor- [ you the_truth chester's—boy who was staving with | worried.” us in Lowndes Square. Interesting| “And me?”" fellow. Seems to have knocked aboul | “Honestly? everywhere and seen most sides of life.” Here he comes with her lady- |for compliments?” she demanded im #hip. You'd better make some more | patiently. cocktails, Robson. We shall have the [ *You have the same appearance.” us that she was suffering | “Well enough in health, but, to tell ¢ |and his wife Sir Henry shook hands regretfull |and Goade, mounting his little « which he had left in an obscure co ner, drove down the avenue and turned into the road. As soon as he was out of sight of the house, how L thought he seemed |aver, he drew up in the shade of an oak tree, lit a pipe and, leaning back, | fixed his mind once | situation which he had more upon the left behind “Do you imagine that 1 am asking | him. Goade, sion, w particular notwithstanding his profes- s a man of heart and, for no reason, he liked Sir Henry. tennis crowd here di She sat looking away from him,|He had all the time the conviction “How is Capt. Dorc asked | nervou Jacing and interlacing her |that something unusual was happen- Goade, with a sudden recollection of |fingers ing at the hall, and that, in some way the young man, whom he remembered | A girl came hurrying down the|or another, Sir Henry was being made &8 an intimate of the household at pergola from the further end-—a quiet-|the victim. There was one possible J.owndes Square ® (faced, attractivelooking girl lady |explanation of the whole affair, of His host turned toward him qulckh',ll“u aton leaned forward as she ap-|course the illness in the house might 'Il‘re Was a startled, almost a hupted | proached, an un abken queslion in heribe of an jnfectious nature, iR which admitted, a | “I am passing through Bodmir ter terical reply. “Dr. Scott Barnett would be very hurt indeed. Pleane don’t think of such a thing—promise | Of course 1 won't, if you don'i wish | of sight and presented himself at the tradesmen’s door. | “I want to speak to the butler, Mr. | Robson,” he told the maid who an: | swered 'his summons. She hesitated for a moment. | { . “Mr. Robson is serving lunchec just now,” she replied. “I don't sup- | pose he'll be finished for half an | hour.” | Wil you let me wait, please?’ | ;;lumln begged. “1 have business with him.”" 1 | The girl led him into a servants' l‘si'llnx room and handed him a news. | paper. In due course the butler—a man of large presence and imperturb- able demeanor—made his appearance. | He showed signs of very natural sur- | prise as soon as he recognized Goade. “Robeon.” the latter began, “you | know who T am.’ | “Of course I do. sir,” the man re plied. “It was you who cleared up | that little trouble for us in London.” “Just £0,” Goade assented. ‘Well, Robson, I came in here an hour or so ago with your master, and I have come to the conclusion’ that there is | something going on in this house | which ought to be looked into.” The man stiffened. Goade held out his hand. “Don’t’ misunderstand me,” he begged. “I am not here this time on; behalf of the law. I'm a private in- dividual taking a holiday. One can't help noticing things, however, and it seems quite clear to me that both your riaster and mistress are being seriously worried “I'm not denying but you may be right, sir,” the man assented gravely. | ““I belfeve,” Goade continued, “that, | but for her ladyship, Sir Henry would have told me all about it and asked for my help. Sir Henry is a kindly | and charming person, but he is much too unsuspicious and too easily led. I'm inclined to believe, Robson, that you've got some queer people in this house," Robson's unexpressive face lit up. He became almost eager. “That's what I sir,”” he de. ut you can’t get Sir Henry to He takes any one's word. I'm not saying anything much against Capt. Dorchester, except that he spends more than he can afford gam- bling and racing, and he hangs after her ladyship too much for my liking, but I've no fancy for the Canadian doctor gentleman or his nephew. T don't like either of them, sir, and that's a fact.” “Robson,” Goade said, “youwll have to take a certain amount of responsi- bility in this matter. You'll have to st down and tell me just what's hap | penedshere. You won't run the slight- est risk of getting either your master or your mistress into trouble. I prom ise you that. I like Sir Henry, and if 1 find that my inquiries are likely clared, see it. to do harm, I shall remember that I'm on a holiday and drop them That's a promise for you. Now, then “In five minutes, sir,” Robson prom- ised eagerly. “I'll just see to the liqueurs being served—Johnson, my second, can do the coffee—and I'll come straight in here and tell you the whole story. You'll take a glass of something, sir?"” “I'll take a little bread and cheese and a glass of beer, if you'll give it to me.” Goade replied. “I was asked to lunch, if you remember, but I think that her ladyship got scared of me; anyhow, she seemed very glad when I backed out.” Kk 'HE butler gave a few orders, with the result that a very pleasant little luncheon was speedily served. Presently he reappeared. It anything's to be done, it's got to be done quickly, sir,” he confided, | “for 1 fancy that things are moving. This is just what has happened in | this house: Last Saturday Capt. Dor- chester motored down from London and brought with him Dr. Scott Bar- | nett and his nephew, young Mr., Grim- mett. We had known both of them | down at Monte Carlo, and Sir Henry had asked them down for a few days.” “Is Dr. Scott Barnett a military or ivil doctor?” Goade inquired. A Canadian military doctor, sir Robson explained. “Served in the war, 1 belleve. Sometimes they call him ‘Major,” and somestimes ‘Doctor.’ Anyway, he and Mr. Grimmett and Capt. Dorchester all arrived together, and from the first evening it seemed to me that there was likely to be trouble. You know, perhaps, that | Capt. Dorchester and her ladyship are a great deal together—a great deal too much, some of us thinks. Anyway, Sir Henry don’t seem to mind, so it's none of our business. ““Well, from the moment these three arrived Mr. Grimmett acted as though he couldn’t take his eyes off her ladyship, and her ladyship wasn't | seeming to mind it, either. Capt. Dor- | chester, he didn’t seem to know what | to make of it at first, but pretty soon | It was clear he was getting furious. | They were both of them drinking more | than two young gentlemen should, and the long and the short of it was we | were expecting a bust-up at any | moment. “Well. the mnight before last Sir close on 3 o'clock. Mr. Grimmett was lying on his back upon the floor in her | ladyship's bedchamber, with a thin pointed Italian dagger-—one of a col- ‘Iorllon they’'d all been looking at—in | ‘Hnnr_\' fetched me—it must have been ! his side. 'He was bleeding terrible, {and Capt, Dorchester was trying to ‘llf‘ him to the bed We all helped {and got him there, him groaning and | pale.” Bit by bit. from what they were {all saying, it came out what had hap- | pened. Mr. Grimmett had had too {much fo drink, and he had made his { way into her ladyship’s room. There ! a bit of rope hanging from the of his room, which T cut away vard. Her ladyship called out, | and Capt. Dorchester must have heard. He ran in, and the two young men had a set-to. Capt. Dorchester’s but a weakly thing; he was getting knocked | about, and he caught up the dagger, | only meaning, he says, to frighten Grimmett with . Grimmett came on, however, and got it in the side.” “And where was Sir Henry all this time?" Goade inquired “He'd had his bedroom moved to the other side of the corridor, liking the morning sun,” Robson explained. “He didn’t heat a thing. They must have | fought pretty quiet, for no one else | did, either. Sir Henry crossed the hall {to bid her ladyship good night anc found her in a dead faint, Capt. Dor- chester lying groaning, and Mr. Grim- mett seemingly bleeding to death. He just staggered off and fetched me. ‘And where is Mr. Grimmett now?” Goade asked. | | and there has to be an inquest, it will |also Maj. Teijusanu, whose condition fair of the House Par By L. P/zillips Oppenheim trouble seems to be Capt. Dorchester. Robson looked shocked “Think of the scandal. Mr. Goade he begged. “If Mr. Grimmett dies come out that the two gentlemen ‘were fighting at 3 o'clock in the morn | ing in her ladyehip's bedroom. Tt'd | kill Sir Henry, that would. He's a kindly man, but he's proud. 1t'd hreak his heart, sir.” “And the docfor won't allow him lo be moved.” Goade reflected: “He won't even listen to it, sir. | They've both, Sir Henry and Her lady ship, been begging him hard all the | time. There's something on this aft- ernoon, sir, though. Both the limou sine cars are ordered, and Sir Henry must be going in to Bodminster him. | If I'm right, Robson, you'll be serv-; ng champagne for dinner tonight; if | I'm wrong, the thing's so bad, any- | way, that it won't matter.” “Then please to step this way, sir the man invited, rising to his feet - o VE minutes later Goade, without knocking at the door, stepped mm“ dy Pullaton’s bedchamber. Dor- chester, who was lounging on a. sofa, | o im to make | reading the Sporting Times, sprang el L telephoned forihim to make | i riclly to Bia. feet. There: we N S Cloans: ahlkad distinct movement from the bed. Robson hesitated. “Who are you?” Dorchester “Nothing to do with this affair, sir. | manded. i With the bank manager.” Memory as short as that. Capt. | Goade considered for a moment. | Dorcheste Inspector Goade of | Scotland Yard. Sit up, Grimmett.” | “Where are they all now?” he in- quired. | “The doctor’s just started his cigar on the veranda and his double g of brandy. Nothing will move him | for half an hour. Capt. Dorchester’s | A frightened face appeared from un- | the coverlet. What—" Dorchester hegin. Jon't waste your breath,” Goade | interrupted, crossing to the bedside. | Mr des tting with Mr. Grimmett.” | I'll have a look at your bandages “Alone” | Grimmett,” he went on, turning down | “Absolutely, sir. No one's heen |the shee “I thought so. The old | allowed in the room at all. They |trick—air cushion and a bottle of | WL ey TidNe. & filinsa” " |cochineal. Get up and dress. Tl advise you both to be out of the house “Door locked? . 1 s within the next ten minutes. All the time, sir.” What about the communicating | Grimmett swung round, hi room, the one Sir Henry used to|natural pallor gone, his expr oceupy?” menacing. “There isn't any key to that, sir, “What are you doing, butting in?" | or holt."” he half shouted. | joade rose to his feet. “I'm the law, and don’t you forget ‘“Robson,” he asked, “are you will- was the stern repl “If 1 don't ing to take a slight risk for the sake | march vou both straight off to the of the family?" police station, it's simply because this “I am sir,” the man replied. “What | young man has been a friend of the do you want me to do?” | family.” i “Just show me up to Sir Henry's | “He's right,” Dorchester faltered. room, and let me walk in upon those | “It's Goade of Scotland Yard, Grim- mett! Get into your clothes, and let’s slip out.” | ‘Blast it"" Grimmett exclaimed | two voung men,” “I'll do the rest.” Robson was startled. Goade announced. 1“1 am there seerged mnothing particu larly remarkable in Goade's un heralded appearance among them Lady Pullaton, however, broke off in ra the middle of her conversation as, with a little word of excuse, he brushed past one of her guests, and her cup fell clattering to the ground. In the little confusion which- ensued ade passed on to the gurther end of the terrace where Scott Barnett and his host were talking in whispers. “Would you spare me one mo 1 the library, Sir Henry?" You, and Dr. Scott Barnett “Say. what does this fellow want? the latter demanded suspiciously. “I am Inspector Goade of Scot Yard, “Goade announced, curtly. “It seems rather singular to me, Dr. Scott Barnett, that I should not have previously made your acquaintance Never too late to mend, though. Sir Henry, if you please.” Sir Henry stumbled across threshold, leaning on Goade's his late companion, white with prehension and suppressed followed “Sir Henry," hent the arm: ap- bluster, Goade continued, “I have taken the liberty of turning two | of your guests out of your house. I suggest that this man follow them.’ “What do you mean?” Scott Bar nett_spluttered “You have been made the victims of a rather stupid plot,” Goade went on. sorry to young Dorches ter was in it as weil as this man and his nephew. The fight was a fake; nmett's injury was fake.” Grimmett isn't dying?” Sir Henry ped. othing the riatter with him; not a seratch,” Goade assured him, earnest Iv. “That was a stage wound, easy enough to m: Sir Henry clu ga he begged. | nd | for the doctor to get h into a nursing home where he could die without any scandal. Goade, you're vou're telling me the truth? A car flashed down the avenue. ‘‘There they o," Goade pointed out “Now, then, Sir Fenry, which shall it be—Bodminster jail, under my escort nephew away |or the other car for Dr. Scott Bar |nett? I'm on a holiday, but I'll take a risk Dr. Scott Barnett settled the mat ter for himself by sprinting for the door. Sir Henry listened in dazed | fashion 10 his footsteps racing down the hall. Then he looked up at ade. “Bless you, (ioade'" he exclaimed fervently. hey’d have been off in an hour and we'd never have known." | Goade patted him on the back. | “Youwd better go and have it out | with her ladyship, Sir Henry,” he sald | “It will be a blow to you both about | I Dorchester—not a bad lad, but he zot in with the wrong set. I'll see ou later.” r Henry rose to his feet | his face was transformed “Her ladyship—Mary! What this will mean to her!” he exclaimed, as | he made for the window. | “Job’s all over, Robson,” Goade an | nounced cheerily. as he climbed into ar. “What's that? Glass of '70 port, sir,” the butler leclared, handing it up with trembling | fingers | Goade smiled as he drained the glass |and handed it back. | “Good, stuff, Kobson‘" | “You'll stop and see Sir Henry and “hrr ladyship,” the man begged “They'll never forget thi 1 Goade shook his head as he preased |down his starting lever. i “My regards to them both. Robson, Already | his hed at his preserver's | he said, leaning down to shake hands But Mr. Grimmett isn’t conscious, , as he prepared to obey. | sleeve. ¥ “and remind them that I'm om & si » the remnants of the luncheon | *Heavens!” he exclaimed. “I was |poliday.” Then I shan't do him harm. | party who lingered upon the ter- |going in to Bodminster to raise £10.000 | (Copsright. 19 L RumanianvGirIHScout Shares With Queen Honor of Being Called a National Heroine BY ALICE HUTCHINS DRAKE. Fermerly Member of American Committee for Reliel of Rumanian War Orphans: Hon- orary Member Girl Scouts of Rumania. ODERN Rumdnia has two heroines—Her Majesty Queen Marie and Ecaterina Teodo- roiu. All the world knows the | story of Regina Marfa, but that of | i i Ecaterina is not a familiar one in our country. ung Rumanian heroine was cout. Several months before the war was declared, she and about 300 members of the organization went into camp in the district of Gorj There were also in the vicinity about 15,000 Boy Scouts. Both groups were under command of Maj. Livius D. Teiusanu, later military attache of the Rumanian Legation in Washington Upon the outbreak of war, E terina decided to remain in coutmaster’s legion, as her was in territory conquered by the German army, and her father and brothers were in the Rumanian army Soon two brothers and her father were killed. To avenge their death Ecaterina determined to fight by the side of her third brother. The colonel in command of her regiment sent her back from the front lines thgee or four times, and her Scout instMetor added his remonstrance, warning her that if she thus exposed herself to the dangers of so perilous a position she | would surely be Killed. Ecaterina’s reply was to put on a soldier’s coat over her Girl Scout uni- form, a helmet on her head and a gun in her hand. Thus disguised, she fought beside her brother for 20 days. When he fell mortally wounded she seized his rifle and hurled herself into the thick of battle. Soon she was taken prisoner, supposedly disarmed and conducted to the rear by her Ger- man captor. Night came on. In the darkness of a dense wood Kcaterina swiftly drew out a revolver which she had hidden jn her clothing and shot her captor dead. Then, in the midst of a terrible rainstorm, she made her way back to her company, which at her mother last she found at 2 o'clock in the | morning. Ecaterina brought with her valuable information concerning the plans of the enemy for an attack. Five passed. Then, in the | battle near Filiasi, both of Ecaterina's legs were fractured by a shell. In the | MLLE. ECATERINE TEODORIN, RUMANIAN GIRL SCOUT, WHO DIED IN BATTLE AT THE AGE OF 16. relief train which bore her away was personal patient of Her Majesty Re- gina Maria and the two elder prin- cesses. The lovely Princess Ileana (whose name is derived from a beauti ful Rumanian folk story) was then too youthful to serve in hospitals. When Ecaterina recovered from her injury, she petitioned Major Teiusanu for permission to return to the front. Her request was forwarded to His was grave, as the result of the ampu- tation of his arm. Scoutmaster and pupil had been wounded in a common cause. For four months Ecaterina ‘was the Majesty, King Ferdinand, and to H.( R. H. Prince Carol, who was at that time the Crown Prince. The latter was Commander-in-Chief of the Boy Scouts of Rumania, who at that time numbered about thirty thousand, and of the Girl Scouts. With Ecaterina's request to return to the front was sent an account of her service for Rumania. Permission | i ACCIDENTAL iTm-: story of how an Italian laborer, | | seated on a box eating his lunch | | chemist of the Bureau of Standards and president of the American Elec- trochemical Socfety. Officials of the company in question, makers of phonograph records, upon noting a marked increase in the hard- ness of the copper disks from which phonograph records are stamped, sub- sequently sent samples of the plating bath for analysis, which revealed that organic matter was present. At a complete loss to explain the presence of any foreign matter in their electrolytes used for depositing copper electrically, a careful inquiry developed the fact that an Italian la- borer had playfbully flipped a piece ing combustion. guess was wrong, but, DISCOVERIE fore have continued to add to (their solutions. The increased hardness of |In @ plating plant, made « lusting |the copper allows a considerable sav- | contribution to his employer and to|ing because more records can be clence, is told by Dr. William Blum, | stamped in molten wax from. the harder disks. At another plant, in the research laboratories of General Motors, tests were being conducted to determine the cause of knocking in gaseline motors (fnP of the chem: liant idea—possibly knocking in mo the colors present inside the cylinder dur- | Going to the chem- | sts conceived a bril- tors was due in some way to fcal storeroom, he asked for some colored &hemical soluble in gasoline. | Out of some 10,000 at hand, the store. keeper gave him fodine, the only chem- ical in the lot which had the property of eliminating knocking! The color due to the * |of cheese at a fellow worker, the|happy circumstance of picking up LIEUT. COL. LIORIUS D: TENI. |cheese missing its mark and falling | iodine, it was possible to solve the SARU, FORMER MILITARY AT- ll"“fi the 'W‘“'i‘v whgre the hmeumc riddle of knocking In gasoline motors, d i . disks,_containing phonographic rec-|and to work out the theory of anti. TACHE OF THE RUMANIAN LE- |4, wols heing plated. The phono. | detonante. whith. 16 I sorivoy, el GATION IN WASHINGTON, AND HEAD OF THE BOY AND GIRL SCOUTS OF H’ COUNTRY, graph company found that the harden- ing effeet was due to the casein in [ bring about revolutionary changes in the design the cheese, which material they there- | engines. K}f internal eombustion was soon forthcoming, and to the voung girl's great joy she was pro. moted to the rank of Honorary Second Lieutenant of the 43d Regimen: of Infantry, as a member of which she fought at the great battle of Mara- sti, where she was slightly wounded. Ecaterina was decorated with the Order of Merit, and with a special gold medal given to Scouts for war service. This medal was especidlly created and presented to Ecaterfna and to Major Teiusanu. At the presentation ceremonies the audience, gathered to event, was surprised to see a boyisi figure step forth name ‘“Ecaterina Teodoroiu audience mistook her for a boyish was her manner as garb. Ecaterina, who is honored as the “Jeanne d'Arc of Rumania,” is burled in Fitionesti, in the region of Mara sesti, the scene of that extraordinary | battle in which the Rumanians fought successfully against an army seven times as large as theirs. Ecaterina gave her life in helping to stem the tide which threatened the complete devastation of her country. Her sacrifice was not in vain. Her brave spirit is kept alive in the king- dom. Already one memorial to her has been established. It takes the form of an _orphanage for children bereft of parents as a result of the war. Here at Ungheni, four hundred children are cared for in the name of Ecaterina Teodoroiu. The Food We Eat. " & man of 70 years were starving, it would probably be of little com- | fort to him to reflect that he had con- sumed in the course of his life 53% tons of solid food and 42% tons of liquid, or about 1,280 times his own weight in both solids and liquids, but it would be quite true. | Being a man of average appetite and purse, he would have eaten 15 tons of bread, which would have made a single loaf containing 1,200 cubic feet and appearing aheut as large as the average suburban home, and on this bread he would have spread one ton of butter. If his bacon had been cut in single slices -the strip would have been four miles long, and his chops, placed end to end, would have extended two miles. Twenty ordinary sized bullocks have supplied him with beef, some 18 tons of which he has eaten, along with 5 tons of fish and 10,000 eggs and 350 pounds of cheese. If he had elected ‘to have all his | vegetables served at once, they would |have come to him on a train of cars, the pod containing all his peas being over three miles long. He has had |9.000 pounds of sugar, 1,500 pounds of salt, 8 pounds of pepper and 100 cans of mustard. Three pints of liquid a day would have amounted to 76,600 pints or 42% tons. Heat Accumulators. IT has been found that some of the salt lakes in Hungary present the | peculiarity of a layer of warm, or |even hot. salt water between two bod- |les of colder water. Thus, in the Me doc Lake, the surface temperature in Summer s about 70 degrees, but at a depth of a little more than four feet the temperature becomes 133 degrees, declining again to 66 degrees at the bottom. The surface water is fresh, but the warm water beneath is intensely sa- line, and the explanation of the dif- ference of temperature is that, since the specific heat of salt water is less than that of fresh water, the salt water is more easily heated by the sun, and, having risen to a higher temperature than that of the overly ing fresh water, retains its heat, be- cause the fresh water prevents its es. cape by radiation. Tt is suggested that some use might be found for these natural reservolrs, or accumu lators, of solar heat. witness the in answer to the The *