Grand Rapids Herald-Review Newspaper, April 21, 1906, Page 6

Captain’s Double By LILLIAS CAMPBELL DAVIDSON 00600: CHAPTER V.—(Continued.) She was lost—lost out hunting, in a part of the world where every step was strange. For the first few mo- ments she laughed at her predicament, for Ursula was not a girl to lose cour- age for a trifle, by any means. She picked up her habit, and she straight- ened her hat to the best of her ability. It was still unduly collapsed, with a dent in the crown, but that mattered the less that she was happily ignorant of it. » made a perfectly futile at- tempt to brush off some of the ‘super- fluous red clay, and she bravely set out to trudge over the plowed field next her, and so find her way back to the road. But when she arrived there she did not find herself greatly better. It was not a highroad, as she had fancied, and there were no signposts. She was be- ginning to feel the fatigue of some five hours in the saddle, with this shaking on top of it; she had hurt her foot as she fell, and she lost spirit a little as her tramp seemed to lead to nothing. A highroad must be found, or a cot- tage where one could ask one’s way; that much seemed clear. She began to have, in spite of herself, faint and yearning visions of tea by a hot fire— of an arm-chair and a steaming bath. Vain dreams—let her not dwell on them; a dozen miles from anywhere, and with the short winter day closing fn. What a distressingly ill-populated country! No need to deplore the over- populated state of the United Kingdam when one could wander along as she had done an1 not find a human habita- tion beyond one crumbling cottage ruin beside a stagnant pond. And now she had spied the white band of highroad stretching along be- low the hill slope, and reviving hope had sped her through the copse and the gate to reach it, as if ft spelt res- cue to her tired eyes. A highroad, but apparently so familiar to the local wan- derer or so neglected of its parish council that it offered no signboard to he reager glance. She stood glancing around her, first on one side and then on the other, uncertain which way would lead her farther away from her goal All at once she started, for on her eager ear had fallen a welcome and a joyful sound. It was the regular beat of a horse’s hoofs, a rythm that had a melody in it such as she hailed with the shipwrecked mariner. Round the corner where she had fixed her antic- ipating eyes there came in sight a sol- itary horseman, in a somewhat be- ack coat and cords. He was sly, the rein loose on the the steaming horse,- and a ghted cigarette between his contented lips. Ursula recognized him as having been of the field that day. She had seen him speak to one of her cousins at the meet, and had marked him again when he cleared a big ditch and land- ed light as a bird on the other side. She had not the remotest notion who he was—enough that he was a man, « fellow rider to hounds, some one to accost in her distress. She stepped out into the road to him, but he had seen her at the same instant and checked his horse. Her hat, her habit, her tso- lation, all proclaimed aloud her need. “I beg your pardon! ‘Have you Iost your horse?” “Unfortunately I have, and I don’t know my way, either. Will you ve good enough to tell me if I am any- where in the neighborhood of Shepton Priors or Bassingbourne?” He had dismounted, and he now stood by his horse’s head, his hand on its neck, and his face more on a level with her own. From this latitude she observed that he was a young man, somewhere about eight or. nine and twenty, with a good-looking, well- browned face, and a brown mustache with a dash of red gold in it, to match the closely cropped hair under his silk hat. His dark blue eyes met hers with a frank consternation and commtsera- tion as he repeated her words. “Shep- ton Priors! Is that the village a few miles out of Wimborne? Because, if so, I'm afraid it’s pretty far off trom here.” “> was afraid it must be. I thought we must have come across country straight away from it all day. How on earth, I wonder, am I to get back?” Her gfance roamed around the horizon as if she were cherishing the forlorh hope of a balloon or a motor car that might convey her back. He, too, looked nonplussed. “Ts It Jong since you lost your horse rsa “About an hour ago or more, I should imagine. I haven’t got on a watch. She tore off in quite another direction—but perhaps she knew the country better than I. If you could tell me which way I could go to find a sta- tion, or a house, or anything—” “A station! I suppose the nearest one would be that little place a mile or two back. I’m a stranger myself in these ,parts, most unluckily—only d@own for a few week’s hunting with friends. It seems a pretty empty country so far as houses go. I haven’t pases done for the last mile, certainly —or, yes, I have, though—I saw a small inn of some sort down a cross- road. I've rather got out of my own bearings, for I left as soon as we killed to get back as quickly as I could. My efforts don’t seem so far very success- ful. Suppose we beth go back to the inn and make inquiries there?” “That seems the best way. Only, why should I take you out of your road?” “It’s not, believe me! I shail be glad of directing, too. I-want to strike the Weymouth road.” So they turned and walked back side by side, through the gray, misty wau- ing of the afternoon, Ursula with a re: lief that she would have been surprised she could feel after such a small mis- adventure. “I think I saw you speaking to one of my cousins this morning,” she said, as they walked back along the white and unattractive highroad. Then, as he looked the question, with a polite interest, “Miss Drinkwater—I am stay- ing with them at Bassingbourne.” His flash of comprehension was quick and pleased. “Oh, are you real- ly? I didn’t know, of course. Yes, I have met them two or three times since I came down here, in the hunt- ing field, and at dances and the like. Mrs. Drinkwater is something of an 1n- valid, isn’t she, I was sorry to hear some one say.” “Yes; Aunt Marion hasn’t been strong for a good many years now. She doesn’t go out much with the girls. I dare say you haven’t seen her.” “No; they generally are chaperoned by somebody eles, I fancy. That is what I always thing hard for girls.” “Yes, it is. But I am so used to it. I have had only my father ever since I ean remember, almost.” His frank eyes rested on her with a sudden kindliness. “And I can’t re‘ member my mother at all,” he said. “So we are pretty much alike.” The odd little spring into confidence had come, neither of them could have quite told how. But it made them feel as if they knew more of each other than there mere unconventional meet- ing would have given them the right to otherwise; and they walked on like ac- quaintances. The inn lay down a cross-road, tuck- ed in between two slices of hill slope. It was an old-fashioned place of the posting or coaching order—a drift- weed left in an eddy by the hurrying stream of nineteenth century improve- ment and reduced to the custom of the plowman and the bieyelist. The bat- tered red lion still curléd his tail ma- jestically aloft on the board that swung from its wrought-iron bracket and creaked dolorously with every breath. There were clean short curtains at clean, small-paned windows, and a white doorstep, and Ursula felt a glad glow of welcome at the sight. Here was a place one might sit and rest in— perhaps a fire and a clothes brush! Had she known of the dab of dried mud that adorned one cheek she would have added another to her desired list gf comforts, but she was mercifully ignorant of it. A stout and homely landlady an- swered their knock at the closed door. She was ready with information, but it was not altogether of a conciliatory sort. It was a good ten or eleven miles from Shepton Priors by the shortest road. There was no station that would help the lady; the one up back a way was on another line. It appeared to her the lady’s best plan to have a trap. Jim should drive her over to Shepton; they’d get there in a little better than an hour and a half. The suggestion seemed to both Ursula and her escort about the wisest that could be made under the circum- stances. The lady called to an unseen Jim in the background and ordered him to bustle up with the trap. “And let them give my horse a wipe-, down, please, and just wash out his’ mouth.” He turned to Ursula with a half-apologetic,air. “I wonder if you’d be good enough to give me a seat in your trap?” he said. “If you would, T’d let the lad ride my horse home slowly, and I shall save time. Of course, Ursula had but one an- swer. The landlady broke in to ask if they wouldn't go into the parlor and have a warm by the fire before they started off. The room was full of danc- ing light from the piled up hearth, and Ursula greeted it with enthusiasm. Five Indian winters had left her with an aversion to much cold. Ls kd CHAPTER VI. The Small Beginnings of Great Ends. He lingered a minute or two behind her as she hurried up to the blaze and stooped before it with extended hands. When he came in and closed the door behind him, she made place for him by her side. “Isn’t it lovely? I think only old Indiaas know the real joys of a big fire!” He laughed. “I suppose they do. I shall be better able to tell you from my own experience some little while ahead of this. I haven’t been out yet, but of course it will come.” “You're in the service, then?” “Yes—like most of my people for a good long while.” He smiled again, that bright, frank smile of his. “I for- got I hadn’t returned-your kindness in telling me who you were. My name is Winstanley — Capt. Winstanley” the rank was new enough ‘still for it to have a pleasant sound to him as he | spoke it). “I’m on leave here from Portsmonth, where I have a billet just now.” “And I am called Hamilton. I’ve come home from India before my fath- er could leave the regiment. He hopes to join me in the spring some time, and we shall have a good time together before we go to the Cape.” “May I ask, is he Col. Hamilton of the Daleshire?” “Yes; do you know him?” with eager pleasure. “Only by repute; I’ve often heard of him.” Ursula’s opinion of him was estab- lished at once. He had drawn up a chair before the fire for her, and now her ear caught the delightful clatter of cups on a tray. He smiled as he saw her quick glance at the door, and answered it as if she had spoken. “I told them to bring some tea in; I thought we should both like it before our drive.” What a thoroughly thoughtful, agree- able man! She took the cup with alac- rity. It needs to have been hunting part of a winter’s day, and roaming the fields the other part of it, hungry, chilled and tired, to appreciate the full charms of tea. They sat.together over the cheerful entertainment, in the leaping crimson light, and they grew to feel, in the odd intimacy of a shared adventure, as if they had known each other a good long time. When Jim and the cart were an- nounced, Capt. Winstanley made inter- est with the landlady again for a warm shawl and rug. “You will be perished, driving with no wrap,” he said, look- ing down on her habit-clothed figure; and she blessed him for his consider- ate thoughtfulness. He drove her, and Ursula found her- self marveling afterward what could have induced the landlady to assert that it was ten miles and more to Shep- to Priors from the Red Lion. Surely it could not have been half. « Capt. Win- stanley was a pleasant companion, but no one before had ever credited him, that he was aware of, of reducing by half the miles spent in his society. He drove her to the door of Bassing- bourne, where the lights were already twinkling from the windows, and con- sternation, had Ursula but known it, was reigning within at her absence, so unduly and so mysteriously prolonged. “She was with us when we found, and we all broke away together,” her cousin Freda was explaining, almost with tears. “I saw her ride at a fence, and then I lost her. I hope to good- ness nothing has happened! I expect- ed to come up with her every step of the way home, or to find her here!” And upon this agitation there broke suddenly the sound of the front door bell, loud and long. Freda, who was standing in the hall, flew to open it, and “discovered,” ’as the stage direc- tions say, her missing cousin on the steps. “What a fright you've been giv- ing us!” she cried, turning upon her in resentment, as the manner of us all is when we find a sudden relief from our anxiety. “We thought you had broken your neck or something. And where is your horse?” It was a tactful arrangement of the little mare that timed her arrival at her home stable at that precise mo- man in a country tax-cart was dimly ment. The groom, running to proclaim her empty saddle, was a messenger of comfort to both her mistress and Ur- sula. Down the drive the back of a presented to the view. “And who on earth has brought you, home?” wound up Miss Drinkwater’s catechism of her cousin Ursula. “T found, a knight-errant,” said Ur- sula, drawing off her riding gloves, and discovering, with some amazement, how stiff and cramped she was. “He came to my rescue, as if we had both been in a story book, and took me toa castle, where he provided entertain- ment, and a chariot to bring me home. It is Capt. Winstanley; you know him, for you were talking to him this morn- ing at the meet.” “Capt. Winstanley! fully nice man!” (To Be Continued.) Oh, he’s an aw- Railroading in Russia—Well? “I noticed in. Russia,’ ’said the old railroad man, “a sign along the rail- road lines that said: ‘Employes on duty are expressly forbidden to sleep | on the tracks.’ “That, naturally, puzzled me, Em-! ployes on duty shouldn’t need to be forbidden to sleep anywhere. They | should have sense enough to keep awake of their own accord. But why! forbid them to sleep on the tracks?) Were they lunatics, these workmen? | “I made inquiries and found out) this: | “On some Russian lines the men are | worked twenty hours a day. Hence they must sleep while on duty, and, they lie down on the tracks for a nap so that the vibration of the approach- | ing train may awaken them to their duty. It doesn’t awaken them always. it kills them instead. | “Ts it any wonder, in such a country as this, that they are having a revo- lution?” A Domestic Note. Tete de Veau took a newspaper from his pocket, chuckling. ‘ “Look here,” he said. “Look at this advertisement Smith has in the per- sonal column—‘Come back, and I'll be kinder.’ When did his wife leave him, do you know?” “Tt isn’t his wife,” L’Oignon answer: ed. “It’s his cook.” | What Might Mave Been. | A heavy prop, supporting the scen- | ery, fell to the floor with a crash. It might have hit the prima donna. | She was saved by the circumstance of not being there. However, the press agent managed | to hang a column or two on the inck agate \ “In the North of England, and es- ‘pecially in Cumberland and Lancash- ire, a large bowl of rum butter is made before the birth of a child. It 4s made from brown sugar worked in- to as much butter as will absorb it, and favored with rum and nutmeg. The mother of the child is allowed to partake of this dainty, but its chief use is for the entertainment of call- ers, who drink the health of the new- comer and eat biscuits spread with rum butter. Fate of the Old Presidents. In the autumn of 1901 Mrs. W., of Roxbury, spent a few weeks with her daughter in Nova Scotia, returning home shortly before President Mc- Kinley was shot, bringing her niece, Bessie F., aged six years, home with her. Of course, the child heard a good deal of talk in the house about the shooting of the president. One day Bessie‘said to her aunt, “Aunt Minnie, who is king of the United States?” her aunt replied: ‘fWe have wo kings in the United States like you do in your British country. We have presidents. W have.an election every four years am elect . new one.” “Oh, yes,” the child replied, “ant then they shoot the old ones, don} they?” Panacea eee But What Good Does It Do. Immediate and full free trade with the Philippines, as with every othe bit of soil under our flag, is American; it is constitutional; it is Democratie The position of the Democrats in th United States senate on the Philip pine tariff bill is logical and politic. Rise Liars, And Salute Your Queen Ho All Ye Faithful Followers of Ananias GIVE EAR! A Young Girl said to a Cooking School Teacher in New York: ‘If You make One Statement as False as That, AlJ You have said about ,Foods 7 ‘ This burst of true American girl indig- nation was caused by the teacher saying that Grape-Nuts, the popular pre-digest- ed food, was made of stale bread shipped in and sweetened. The teacher colored up and changed tte subject. There is quite an assortment of travel- ‘mg and stay-at-home members of the tribe of Ananias who tell their talse- hoods for a variety of reasons. In the spring it is the custom ona cat- tleranch tohavea“round up,” and brand the cattle, so we are going to have a *cound up,” and brand these cattle and piace them in their proper pastures. FIRST PASTURE. Cooking school teachers—this includes “teachers” who have ap- plied to us fora weekly pay if they would say “something nice” about Grape-Nuts and Postum, and when we have declined to hire them to do this they get waspy and show their true colors. : This also includes “demonstra- tors” and “lecturers” sent out bya certain Sanitarium to sell foods made there, and these people in- structed by the small-be-whis- kered doctor—the head of the in- stitution—to tell these prevarica- tions (you can speak the stronger word if you like). This same little doctor conducts a small magazine in which there is a department of “answers to correspondents,” many of the questions as well as the answers being written by the aforesaid doctor. In this column some time ago appeared the statement: ‘‘No, we cannot recommend the use of Grape-Nuts for it is nothing but bread with glucose poured over it.” Right then he showed his badge as a member of the tribe of Ananias. He may have been a member for some time before, and so he has caused these “lecturers” to de- scend into the ways of the tribe wherever they go. When the young: lady in New York put the “iron on” to this “teacher” and branded her right we sent $10.00 to the girl for her pluck and bravery. SECOND PASTURE. Editors of “Trade” papers known as grocers’ papers, _ Remember, we don’t put the brand on all, by any means. Only those that requireit. These mem- bers of the tribe have demanded that we carry advertising in their papers and when we do not consid- eritadvisable they institute a cam- paign of vituperation and slander, printing from time to time manu- factured slurs on Postum or Grape- Nuts. When they go far enough we set our legal force at work and hale them to the judge to answer. If the pace has been hot enough to throw some of these “‘cattle’” over on their backs, feet tied and “bel- lowing,” do you think we should be blamed? They gambol around with tails held high and jump stiff legged with a very “cocky” air while they have full range, but when the rope is thrown over them “it’s different.” Should we untie them because they bleat soft and low? Orshould we put the iron on, so that people will know the brand? Let’s keep them in this pasture, anyhow. is Absolutely Unreliable.’ THIRD PASTURE. Now we come toa frisky lot, the “Labor Union” editors. You know down in Texas a weed called “Loco” is sometimes eaten by a steer and produces a derangement of the brain that makes,the steer “batty” or crazy. Many of these editors are “Locoed” from hate of anyone who Willnot instantly obey the “demands” of a labor union, anditis the universal habit of such writers togostraightinto asystem of personal vilification, manufac- turing any sort of falsenood through which to vent their spleen. é Weassert that the common citizen has a right to live and breathe air without asking permission of the labor trust and this has brought down on us the hate of these edi- tors. When they go far enough with their libels, is it harsh for us to get judgment against them and have our lawyers watch for a chance to attach money due them from others? (For they are usual- ly irresponsible.) Keep your eye out for the‘ coed” editor. Now let all these choice specimens take notice: We will deposit one thousand or fifty thousand dollars to be covered by a like amount from them, or any one of them, and if there was ever one ounce of old bread or any other ingredient different than our selected wheat and parley with a little salt and yeast used in the making of Grape-Nuts, we will lose the money. Our pure food factories are open at all times to- visitors, and thousands pass through each month, inspecting every department and every process. Our fac- tories are so clean that one could, with good relish, eat a meal from the floors. The work people, both men and wom- en, are of the highest grade in the state of Michigan, and according to the state labor reports, are the highest paid in the state for similar work. Let us tell you exactly what you will see when you inspect the manufacture of Grape-Nuts. You will find tremendous elevators containing the choicest wheat and barley possible to buy. These grains are carried through long convey- ers to grinding mills, and there convert- ed into flour. Then the machines make selection of the proper quantities of this flour in the proper proportion and these parts are blended into a general flour which passes over to the big dough mix- ing machines, there water, salt and a lit- tle yeast are added and the dough knead- ed the proper length of time. Remember that previous to the barley having been ground it was pussed through about one hundred hours of soaking in water, then placed on warm floors and slightly sprouted, developing the diastase in the barley, which changes the starch in the grain into a form of sugar. Now after we have passed it into dough and it has been kneaded long enough, it is moulded by machinery into loaves about 18 inches long and 5 or 6 inches in diameter. It is put into this shape for convenience in second cooking. These great loaves are sliced by ma- chinery and the slices placed on wire trays, these trays, in turn, placed on great steel trucks, and rolled into the second- ary ovens, each perhaps 75 or 80 feet long. There the food is subjected to a long low heat and the starch which has not been heretofore transformed is turned into a form of sugar generally known as Post Sugar. It can be seen glistening on the granules of Grape-Nuts if held toward the light, and this sugar is not poured over or put on the food as these prevari- cators ignorantly assert. On the con- trary the sugar exudes from the interior of each little granule during the process of manufacture, and reminds one of the little white particles of sugar that come out on the end of a hickory log after it has been sawed off and allowed to stand for a length of time. This Post Sugar is the most digestible food known for human use. It isso per- fectin its adaptability that mothers with very young infants will pour a little warm milk over two or three spoonfuls of Grape-Nuts, thus washing thesugaroft from the granules and carrying it with “There’s a Reason” the milk to the bottom of the dish. Then this milk charged with Post Sugar is fed to the infants producing the most satis- factory results, for the baby has food that it can digest quickly and will go of to sleep well fed and contented. When baby gets two or three months old it is the custom of some mothers to allow the Grape-Nuts to soak in the milk a little longer ang become mushy, whereupon a little of the food can be fed in addition to the milk containing the washed off sugar. It is by no means manufactured fora baby food, but these facts are stated as an illustration of.a perfectly digestible food. It furnishes the energy and strength for the great athletes. It is in common use by physicians in their own families and among their patients, and can be seen on the table of every first-class college in the land. We quote from the London Lancet analysis as follows: Pe “The basis of nomenclature of this preparation is evidently an American pleasantry, since ‘Grape-Nuts’ is derived solely from cereals. The preparatory process undoubtedly converts the food constituents into a much more digestible condition than in the raw cereal. This is evident from the remarkable solubil- ity of the preparation, no less than one- half of it being soluble in cold water. The soluble part contains chiefly dextrin and no starch. In appearance ‘Grape- ‘| Nuts’resembles fried bread-crumbs. The grains are brown and crisp, with a pleas- ant taste not unlike slightly burnt malt. According to our analysis the following is the composition of ‘Grape-Nuts:’ Moisture, 6.02 per cent; mineral matter, 2.01 per cent; fat, 1.60 per cent; proteids, 15.00 per cent; soluble carbohydrates, etc., 49.40 per cent; and unaltered car- bohydrates (insoluble), 25.97 per cent. The features worthy of notein this analy- sis are the excellent proportion of pro- teid, mineral matters, and soluble car- bohydates percent. The mineral matter was rich in phosphoric acid. ‘Grape- Nuts’ is described as a brain and nerve food, whatever that may be. Ouranaly- sis, at any rate, shows that it is a nutri- tive of a high order, since it contains the constituents of a complete food in very, satisfactory and rich proportion and in an easily assimilable state.” An analysis made by the Canadian Government some time ago shows that Grape-Nuts contains nearly ten times the digestible elements contained in or- dinary cereals, and foods, and nearly twice the amount contained in any other food analyzed. The analysis is familiar to practically every successful physician in America and London. We print this statement in order that the public may know the exact facts up- on which we stake our honor and will back it with any amount of money that any person or corporation will put up. We propose to follow some of these choice specimens of the tribe of Ananias. When youhear a cooking school teach- er or any other person assert that either Postum or Grape-Nuts are made of any other ingredients than those printed on the packages and as we say they are made, send us the name and address, also name of two or three witnesses, and it 18 evidence is clear enough to geta judgment we will righ sta ight that wrong Our business has always been conducts ed on as high a grade of human inteili- gence as we are capable of, and we pro- pose to Ser the deck of these prevart- cators and liars whenever a! they can be found. ee Attention is again called to th eral and broad invitation to Ninian rm go through our works, where they will ba shown the most minute process and de- vice in order that they may understana how pure and clean and wholesome bare teat ec and Postum are. ere is an old saying among bt men that there is some.chance, laters fool, but there is no room for a liar, for you never can tell where you are, ‘and we hereby serve notice on all the mem- bers of this ancient tribe of Ananias that they may follow their calling in other lines, but when they put forth their lies about Grape-Nuts and Postum, we pro- pose to give them an opportunity to an- swer to the proper authorities, The New York gir) wisely said that ie rete roe ae about one item, it nds the whole discourse 8 unreliable. ee Keep your iron ready and bra: “mavericks” whenever yuan: Seed running loose. for Grape-Nuts -« Postum