Grand Rapids Herald-Review Newspaper, April 7, 1909, Page 8

Fe ee eh hk Revenge BY GUY THORNE The Thrilling Story of a Mother’s Love and a woman.”—Lord Byron. “Sweet is revenge, especially to a Woman’s Hate be CHAPTER I.—(Continued.) “T've a good memory, my dear Ba- sil,” he answered, “and I’ve lived with these people for twenty years now. I suppose I do know as much about society as most people. Well, I was telling you—suddenly, in the middle of London’s goings on, the papers all began to hint at a curious rumor. The Duke had left London for the lit- tle German Court of Wohlau-Lands- krona, and everybody said that a mar- riage was being arranged between him and the Princess Sophia Marie Eleanora, the daughter of the reign- ing duke. In a week or two. it was definitely announced, in a more or less guarded way, that London was hunt- ing in the forests of Wohlau and pay- ing his court to the princess. The offivial announcement of their be- trothal was said to be imminent. “There was great gnashing and wailing of teeth in London; all the dowagers said it was shocking, and so forth. But it was an understood thing, al any rate, and everybody waited for the definite announcement. What happened at this juncture I have never gathered from ordinary talk. Nobody knew exactly any of the de- tails, but bit by bit the story got itself pieced together, and it amounted to this: Very late one night the steward and resident servants of the great closed house of Otter were startled by the sudden arrival of the Duke of London, alone and in a fly from the local station. The Duke, who seemed to be in an excited condition, spent an hour by himself in the library, sending the servants away. Nothing more was seen of him until noon on the following day, when he was found in a covert, seven mies away from Otter and on the extreme outskirts of his own woods. He was conscious, but be was badly hurt by a gun shot wound in the leg. “He was taken by the keepers who found him to the nearest house, which happened to be the rectory of Minnis Godscroft, the house of the Rev. Sir Montague Decies, the old clergyman baronet of whom I told you. The duke recovered slowly at the rectory, no more reference to the German mar- riage appeared in the press, and six months’ afterward it was*announced that he had been quietly married to Miss Beatrice Decies early one morn- ing in the cathedral at Canterbury. “From that time the duke took up his position in a proper and reputable He seconded the address in the house of lords, entered into all the duties of his place, and, with his young and beautiful wife, became a jeader in society. A son was. born— the little boy you saw in the carriage tod and he was then, of course, the marquess of Bow. Otter became the principal house of the family, and everything went on smoothly enough. At the same time it was generally supposed that, while the duke and duckess appeared greatly attached to each other, for some reason or other, the marriage was not quite happy. Both the husband and wife seemed to be somewhat graver and sadder than there was any apparent reason for. Well, three years after the birth of the marquess the duke died quite suddenly—it was announced of heart disease.” “What a strange Basil Marriott said. “Quite out of the common. And I suppose nobody has ever known any more about it than that?” “So far as I am aware,” the admiral answered, “not a soul.” “Why did you say ,was announced’ to have died of heart disease?” ~ “Well,” the old gentleman answered, “perhaps I ought not to have put it in that way; but there were, whispers that there was something‘ mysterious about the death. Whether they were true or not I can’t say. But Still, there was a little talk at the time.” “Well, it is a romantic story,” the young man concluded, with a sigh, once more calling up a picture of the beautiful woman in the carriage, and perhaps regretting that such beauty and distinction must forever be beyond the reach of a young naval story, father!” officer, however brilliant or distin- guished. “I suppose she will marry soon?” The admiral settled himself in his chair again. Evidently he had some- thing more to communicate. “It is a very moot point, my dear boy, and I can tell you it is what a whole lot of people in London are wondering. Of course, if she does marry she'll lose the greater part of the enormous fortune left her by the duke, though she would still have enough remaining, so I understand, to make her quite a wealthy woman.” “Oh, she is sure to marry,” Basil answered, “Den’t you be too sure, my boy. I know the duchess rather well, and I believe her to be entirely devoted to her little boy. I don’t say that, per- haps, like any other woman of her age, she mightn’t be attracted by a man and even want to marry him. But my opinion is that she will never ao so; she is cevoted to the child. His life will be her constant care, and what a heavy burden and strain it is upon the life of any one to bring up a child born to such a heritage as his | very few people can realize.” “Of course, there have beeen lots of people who have wanted to marry her?” “Scores, my dear boy—scores. But she has encouraged none of them, so it is said, except perhaps—” “Yes?” the young man eagerly. The old gentleman hesitated for a moment. “It may or may not be true,” he said, “but I suppose you have heard of Michael Grant, Basil?” “Of course I’ve heard of him,” Capt. Marriott answered, his face lighting up with interest. “Who hasn’t? Do they mention him in connection with the duchess of London?” “Certainly they do,” the admiral re- plied, “but with what truth I can hard- ly conjecture. Michael Grant is the son of old Mr. Harvey Grant, whose estates are near Minnis Godscroft, where the duchess was brought up. Certainly no one can deny that they see a good deal of each other now, but whether it is platonic or whether it isn’t, I am sure I can’t say. The general supposition is that the duch- ess, who is known to be absolutely devoted to the interests of her little son, is more or less in love with Mi- chael Grant, but will never marry him because she feels it a sacred duty to give her whole life to the boy. She feels, as I said before, that the career of this child, with such an immense position, and who is destined to play so great a part in the affairs of his country, must have her undivided at- tention.” Basil sighed. “It is very noble and all that, of course,” he said. “But it seems hard that a young and beauti- ful woman should remain lonely for life because her son happens to be born a sort of prince; and, besides, I should have thought very few women in London would refuse Michael Grant.” He spoke with immense enthusiasm and admiration in his voice, as proba- bly nine-tenths of the men of his gen- eration would have done when speak- ing of Michael Grant. To the younger men of England the famous athlete, the sort of unofficial head of all that was finest and most manly in British sport, was a hero. He represented everything that the young Englishman cares for and emu- lates. The finest amateur boxer in the country, probably the completest and most finished oarsman in the world, he was, at the same time, more than a mere athlete. His name had become synonymous for manli- ness and chivalry in public schools, universities, regimental messes, and all places where men meet through- out the empire. It is but rarely now- adays that either Sir Galahad or Her- cules, or a combination of the two, becomes, so to speak, a figure head, a name in modern life. The days for such eminence seem past. But the name of Michael] Grant really was one which few men heard without a word of appreciation, while the splendor of his personal appearance, added to his celebrity, made it a constant won- der that he had never married, and that, at thirty-two, he was still a bachelor, “They'd make a splendid pair,” Ba- sil went on, in a thoughtful tone of voice. “What a fine couple they’d make, by Jove, he and she!” “Grant is a member here,” the ad- said, miral answered, a little amused, perhaps, at his son’s enthusiasm. “He’s—" He broke off suddenly in his speech. “Good heavens!” he whispered; “talk of the—why, here’s the man himself!" The door had opened; and a young man had come into the room with long, easy strides. He was tall, lean, rather dark of complexion, and with close-cropped black hair. The eyes were a deep blue—a rare and singular thing in a dark complexioned man or woman. The straight Grecian nose, the perfectly chiselled but firm and many lips, the whole air of extraor- dinary health and alertness about- him made up a personality as striking and unusual as could be seen any- where in England. Nobody could look at Michael Grant without feeling that here was a “somebody,” a man who was something or who had done something. During the admiral’s conversation with his son the club hed more or Jess filled up, and several men were sit- ting about here and there. There was a stir and movement as Grant came in; men looked up from their evening papers and smiled or nodded; one or two of them rose with unusual alacrity and went up to the newcomer. “The ordinary man,” thought Basil Marriott, “does not enter a London club like that. So that’s Michael Grant, the famous Michael Grant! Well, he’s just as fine a looking chap as he really is.” ‘The admiral had been watching his son's face with a sothewhat smile. , bs “My boy,” he safd, “it is obvious that you have been away on a long cruise. Twice this afternoon I have seen you flush up and become ex- cited at the mere sight of two well known people. I only wish my own enthusiasm were a little more ready. It makes me feel old.” Basil smiled and said nothing, occu- pied in watching the great man. He saw him speak a few words here and there, and then stroll up to the large open fireplace close to which he him- self was sitting with his father. Ba- sil studied the face attentively. With all its manly beauty and health there was, he thought, something a little strained and graye about it—some- ‘thing of stress and expectation. As he was watching Michael Grant one of the club waiters entered with a let- ter upon a tray, which he handed to the athlete. Grant tore it open, read it quickly, and motioned the man away. He stood for a moment tap- ping his foot upon the ground as if in thought. Then he tore up the note, threw it into the fire and left the reom. A few minutes afterwards Sir Her- cules and his son, who were dining out together, rose to go—the admiral to his chambers in the Albany, Basil to rooms in Jermyn street which he had taken for the period of his leave. The admiral took out a cigar as he got up, and went to the mantelpiece above the fireplace where Grant had been standing, upon which there was a silver methyl lamp for smokers to light their cigar or cigarette. Basil followed him and took a cigarette from his case himself. The admiral lit his cigar, when his eye fell upon the tiled hearth of the fire below. One small piece of paper from Grant’s note-had escaped the flames. It bore a ducal coronet in black and part of the address—‘“100a, Picad.” “By Jove!” the admiral said, nudg- ing his son and looking down at the scrap of paper. “Look at that, Basil. I’m sure I did not want to see it, but I couldn’t help it. That note which the waiter brought in just now was from our friend the duchess of Lon- don.” The old gentleman gave a satisfied smile as he walked away. Basil, with a curious feeling which he could not exactly define, picked up the little piece of paper and threw it into the fire. Then he followed Sir Hercules out of the club, (To Be Continued.} ee LOST IN A MOVING BOG. Started by Floods an Irish Peat Bog ij Carries All Before It. A peculiar catastrophe in the shape of a moving bog recently occurred in Galway, according to the Queen. No one who has visited the scene ean have any idea of its horror and misery. The district is at all times subject to floods, but when these floods are accompanied by tons upon tons of moving bog traveling at the rate of about five miles an hour the consequences cannot fail to be terri- ble and disastrous beyond all concep- tion. ¥ Unlike most of the former bog slides, there were in the present in- stance absolutely no premonitory signs of the dreadful upheaval, the recent heavy rains being generally re- garded as the cause of the calamity. No one seems to have seen the actual bursting of the bounds within which the peat had been confined, the first intimation of what was happening be- ing the strange and alrming sounds which roused the farmer Martin from sleep only to find his cottage partially surrounded by the oncoming torrent of water and peat, He succeeded in warning most of his neighbors ,with the exception of one poor old widow, whose cottage was almost instantly swallowed up. Mercifully no other lives have been lost, but many families have been left homeless and destitute, LARGEST OF HONEY BEE FAMILY. Found in Philippines—Builds on the Outside of Trees—Works Nights. Apis, zonata, or the large Philip- pine bee, builds on the outside of the tree instead of the inside, as other pees do, usually on the under side of a slanting tree or branch. They are not migratory as the Borneo and In- dian bees are, nor do they always se- lect high trees to avoid honey bears as their Borneo cousins have to do. They frequently store several pounds of good honey, yet they are greater wax producers. They are exceedingly vicious when disturbed, often follow- ing their disturbers several minutes. This bee is probably the largest and also the strongest of the entire honey bee family. Its wing power is about double that of the Italian bee, while it lives several times as long, and a sting or two from it will cause a per- son to see stars in broad daylight. Their combs sometimes attain four or five feet in diameter, and are entire- ly covered with a thick mass of bees arranged as the shingles are on the roof of a house, their wings pointing downward. This bee ig a true Filipino, that is, it sleeps during the hottest part of the day and also on dark nights, though it works very diligently during the early morning and the evening hoyrs, while on moonlight nights it frequent- ly works all night. It is doubtless the only honey bee that is partially noc- turnal. If a man is honest because it is the best policy he will be dishonest for the same reason. President Taft’s White Steamer : When the announcement was made several months ago that Mr. Taft would use an automobile during his term as President, much rivalry de- veloped among the leading manufac- turers for the honor of selling him a car and the public watched with in- terest to see what Mr. Taft’s choice would be. The knowing ones predicted that the White Steamer would be se- lected and they pointed out that Presi- dent Roosevelt had used White Steam- ers for two years at his summer home at Oyster Bay and had recommended this make to Mr. Taft as the most de- sirable. This prediction proved correct, al- though Mr. Taft did not rely solely on Mr. Roosevelt’s recommendation, but, with his usual thoroughness, de- termined to have an_ investigation made of all the principal makes. Ac- cordingly, he asked several officers of the War Department to look into the matter for him, and they tested many makes of cars, visited a number of factories so that they might see what materials were used, and, finally, they investigated the records of the differ- ent types of cars in public contests and in private service. When their labors were completed, ; the officials reported unanimously to Mr. Taft in favor of the White, and, accordingly, a car of this make was immediately ordered from the manu- facturers, The White Company of Cleveland. The new car was delivered to Mr. Taft in Washington a few days be- fore his inauguration and since that time it has been in almost constant use. There has not been a day when the President or some member of his family have not been seen riding around the National Capital in the new car. It is hinted that Mr. Taft likes fast traveling and that when he rides out into the open country, he does not always insist that the speed of the car be kept within the legal limits. W. J. Urquhart, manager of the west- ern branch of the White Company, 239 Michigan Ave., Chicago, Ill., said re- cently to a correspondent of this paper: “We are receiving many in- quiries each day asking for full de tails regarding the construction of Mr. Taft’s car and in reply we are sending copies of our catalog. Mr. Taft's car is exactly like any other Model ‘M’ 40 horse-power White PRESIDENT TAFT AND HIS FAMILY IN THEIR WHITE STEAMER Steamer, except that his car has the United States coat-of-arms painted on either door. In other words, when we make a car for the Presi- dent of the United States there is no way in which we can make it any better than the car which you, or anybody else, can purchase from us. “Some of those writing to me about Mr. Taft’s car say that, al- though they are very desirous of having a car like Mr. Taft’s, they are afraid that such a car is some- what larger and more expensive than they desire. In reply to such letters, I point out that our Model ‘O’ 20 horse-power car is exactly like our 40 horse-power model, except as re- gards the size of the different parts. The principle of construction is ex- . actly the same and the smaller car possesses all the desirable qualities of our larger model. In other words, gne can secure an exact duplicate of Mr. Taft’s car for $4,000, or a car of the same qualities, but of smaller di- mensions, for only $2,000. Judging by the demand for White cars, a good pro- portion of those desiring to purchase automobiles are quite content to trust President Taft’s judgment as to the best and most desirable make.” Electric Carriages Pay. Alihough scarcely a year has pass- sd since those swift-moving electric and petrol carriages appeared, the zapital already invested in London axicabs is $10,000,000. There are 758 axicabs on the streets, 2,600 taxicabs n order, 1,700 licensed drivers, and in average of 55 certificates granted 2ach week, ~ BROADWAY CHEFS SKEPTIC. Texas’ Feast of Humming Birds’ Tongues Called a Grand Bluff. Chefs of the restaurants along Broadway were stirred when they were told of a dispatch from Texas about the dish of humming birds’ ongues to be served at a banquet in 3an Antonio. They fumed and they sputtered as they thumbed the well worn pages of cook books handed iown by generations of white aproned ancestors. To be beaten by prairie scoks from the Rio Grande was 2nough to ruffle the calmest tempe: at the range. “It’s ze one grand fakaire!” shoutec 1 fat little man amid the rattle and clatter of pots and pans. “Humming virds’ tongues. Bah! Zey are likc che toothpick in ze pie. To make one vite, 500!” “Five hundred dollars?” he wax isked. “Humming birds, 500, to catch them yes? Take ze week, ze month to ge ze mouthful.” Another chef, with moustachios, eyc orows an dhands elevated, exclaimed: “Impossible. The feasts of the Ro- ongue, maybe. Texas do it? No. If New Orleans, perhaps. But a dish like this from the land of the frying- pan. No, no, no! A hundred times aot. Mutton grease and humming birds, never. Canard! What you call in your American poker, the gfand luff!” SISTER’S TRICK But It All Came Out Right. How a sister played a trick that brought rosy health to a coffee fiend is an interesting tale: “I was a coffee fiend—a trembling, aervous, physical wreck, yet clinging to the poison that stole away my strength. I mocked at Postum and would have none of it. “One day my sister substituted a 2up of Postum piping hot for my morn- ing cup of coffee but did not tell me what it was. I noticed the richness of t and remarked that the coffee tasted ine but my sister did not tell me man emperors have humming bird ! was drinking Postum for fear I might rot take any more. “She kept the secret and kept giv- ng me Postum instead of coffee until! “grew stronger, more tireless, got a etter color in my sallow cheeks and 1. clearness to my eyes, then she told ne of the health-giving, nerve- strengthening life-saver she had given ne in place of my morning coffee. ?rom that time I became a disciple of Postum and no words can do justice n telling the good this cereal drink jid me. I will not try to tell it, for only after having used it can one be ronvinced of its merits.” Ten days’ trial shows Postum’s pow- or to rebuild what coffee has de- stroyed. “There’s a Reason.” . Look in pkgs. for the famous little yook, “The Road to Wellville.” Ever read the above letter? A new ome appears from time to time. They are genuine, true, and full of human terest. Another Insomnia Cure. For sleeplessness fill a hot water bottle and place it under the ankles; it works better there than at the soles of the feet. Put a rather small amount of very cold water in another rubber botile and lay, it on the head. The cold water is more comfortable than ice, which seems exciting rather than soothing. At first, says a woman who has tried this cure, I would get to sleep in about an hour and wake again as the water heated. The cold water would have to be changed four or five times during the night; then once changing was enough, and now if the brain be- gins to spin after I lie down for sleep I put on the cold water bottle and am asleep soon for the whole night. CHILD ATE CUTICURA OINTMENT. Spread Whole Box of It on Crackers —Not the Least Injury Resulted. Cuticura Thus Proven Pure and Sweet. A New York friend of Cuticura writes: “My three year old son and heir, after being put to bed on a trip across the Atlantic, investigated the state- room and located a box of graham crackers and a box of Cuticura Oint- ment. When a search was made for the box, it was found empty and the kid admitted that he had eaten the contents of the entire box spread on the crackers. It cured him of a bad cold and I don’t know what else.” No more conclusive evidence could be offered that every ingredient of Cu- ticura Ointment is absolutely pure, sweet and harmless. If it may be safely eaten by a young child, none but the most beneficial results can be ex- pected to attend its application to pected to attend its application to even the tenderest skin or youngest infant. Potter Drug’ & Chem, Corp., Sole Props., Boston. Rough Handling for Dog Thief. A young girl of fifteen, Mlle. Yvonne Meyer, living in the Rue Petrelle, was taking for a walk her dog, which she held by a leather strap, the other day, when a man who had been following her suddenly cut the strap with a knife, and picking up the animal dashed off. Eye witnesses of the scene pursued the thief, whom they had almost over- taken when he threw the dog under the wheels of a passing autobus in the Rue Rochechouart. The animal was instantly killed, and while Mlle. Meyer, who had fainted from emotion at seeing her pet’s fate, was treated at a local pharmacy the thief was cap- tured and roughly handled by the crowd. He was handed over to the police, but refused to reveal his iden- tity. PATENTS, List of Patents Issued Last Week to Northwestern Inventors. Reported by Lothrop & Johnson, patent lawyers, 910 Pioneer Press building, St. Paul, Minn.: M. E. Brown, Cavalier, N. D., wash- board; W. W. Cook, Fort Ripley, Minn., vehicle; A. L. Hovland, Mar- shall, Minn., ditching machine; S, C. Lawler, Duluth, Minm, implement clamp; J. Postle, Winona, N. D., wire gate fastener; H. E. Shedd, Austin, Minn., expansive file; M, Skorness, Appleton, Minn., flower pot cover. It take more than singing “Home, Sweet Home,” to make homes sweet. | and natural remedy as Submarine Ball in Vienna. A submarine ball is the latest at- traction devised by the Princess Met- ternich. Every year the princess opens the Vienna season with a ball at her palace. This year she sought the assistance of well known scenic artists, and the result was a scene ri- valing in splendor and ingenuity the most gorgeous scene at a _ panto- mime. Every guest in devising their cos- iumes had to borrow something from the flora and fauna of the sea. The salons represented a gigantic aquari- um, or, more correctly, the bottom of the sea. There were enchanted grot- tos, strange rocks, peculiar plants and beds of coral. The dancers appeared in costumes decorated with sea roses, corals of the most delicate shades and all sorts of shellfish, including lobsters. No Wonder She’s Cross. The woman who has a thousand petty cares and annoyances while she suffers with headache or side ache must not. be blamed if she c: be angelical ly amiable. Wha i thoughtful- | ness from her family a a_ simple B ‘amily Med. icine, the herb tea that makes weak wom: nd well. Sold by druggists and en deale: A New Type of Brick. In a recent lecture before the Com mercial club of Portland, Or., a San Francisco architect described the Bru ner building, just finished in Oakland across the bay from San Francisco, as the highest type of fireproof construc- tion. This is a tall building of re- enforced concrete, the walls of which are faced with brick of unusual shape. This brick has a groove cast on its inner edge, that the concrete may be dovetailed in the brick as the walls rise. The brick is the usual size, and the wedge shaped groove is the in- vention of an Oakland man, who had observed how difficult it is to keep a brick facing in position in a concrete wall in a conflagration, Wise people use Hamlins Wizard Oi] to stop pain because they know it always makes good. Foolish people try experi- ments. Ask your druggists about it. Where His Luck Came In. Whenever physicians’ fees seem ex. tortionate it is comforting to recall a certain famous eye specialist, one of whose patients coming to pay his bill growled: “Doctor, it seems to me that $500 is a big charge for that op- eration of mine. It didn’t take you over half a minuté.” “My dear sir,” the other answered, “in learning to perform that operation in half a minute I have spoiled over eleven pecks of such eyes as yours.” Dyspepsia and constipation are avoidable niseries—take Garfield Tea, Nature’s Herb laxative. Where Robin Feels at Home. “For some time past,” writes a cor- respondent from Nantwich, “a robin has used our house for meals. We have only to open the window and call ‘Bob,’ when he flies at once into the room.” His favorite dining room is the nur- sery, and if the window is closed he will try every other window, and when he has found one open will fly through the house to the nursery. If he finds all the windows closed he flies about until he has found a room where some one is sitting, when he will tap at the window until it is opened.