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Thursday, April 29, 1920. THE FLESHERTON ADVANCE Page Seven. The Knight Who Could Not Kneel BY EDGAR WALLACE. TLTWG PAISOFTS AIR DOG PUPPIES TH ""<» »»'^'^«? ^^SD Author of " The Four Just Men," " The Secret ite. (Continued from Last Week.) ' ' Eun over by a motor bus or acme- thing f" asked Joyson. •'An adventure," continued the en- thusiastic Dnnicl, "whicli in the flash cr' an eye will cliange my whole stat- us, will 'introduce me to another sphere of action, change my outlnok iu life, and all that sort of "thing." â- 'I suppose you will," agreed the other. "I've o'ften thought you'd get marrie.l sooner or later." •'Your views on life," said the ex- asperated Daniel, "are appallingly commonplace." •â- I'm a commonplace man," admit- ted the other placidly, --in the city we deal with realities " But Daniel waved him to the devil iu one comprehensive gesture. It -was not a morning for business. He dealt with two urgent letters, and an hour after his arrival in his office he was returning westward. K pale sun shone through the misty blue of a London sky, and the branches of the trees which tinged the embank- ment were just speckled with green. The flower buds in Temple Gardens were vellow with crocuses and daffo- dils, and there was in the air the elec- trical magic of spring, and Daniel s heart sang a wild, barbaric song, which careless youth and healthy man hood can alike interpret, and which May Excels might equally have under- stood. The spirit carried him through the dav; it brought in the trail of its splendour, fragmentary visions in which he figured heroically, it enlarged his love of humanity, and brought h.m for the adventure which would not come vet which with every passing moment of time seemed the more in- *^He was passing Scotland Yard when a man came hurrying out. â- â€¢Sorry." said the stranger disen- tangling himself. . . He was a big. tlorid man, jovially stern of demeanor, and In? attitude of politeness was tinctured with au- thority. . i„ "Hullo." said Daniel curiously, "where the devil are you going m such a hurry f" The «truugor held out a big hand. "Mr Gree isn't it?" he asked. ••Grce it is." agreed the other. "Is it murder, bank robbery, or the activ- ity of the political world which has- tens the laggard feet of la'"''' Detective Superintendent Mosser smiled. ,„ , -,. •'I am trying to catch 1.18 for New- bank," he said. Thev had met on more occasions than one. for it was part of Daniel s business to check the circulation of il- licit bonds whidh were at that time in circulation in Europe, and such work brought him into touch with the heads of the police department. "And what is happening at New- bank f" The detective explained. A new hospital was to be opened by His Roy- al Highness the Prince of Midlothian. His Highness Journeying down from Yorkshire would stop at Newbank Sta- tion, would receive an address of wel- come from the Mayor and Corporation of Newbank would press an electric button whicli would open the door of the new hospital at Canburyâ€" a town five miles away. "And vou will be thereâ€" how won- derful," said the admiring Daniel. "I suppose nothing would happen if you failed to turn up." The genial police officer smiled. Then he '^groped into an inside pocket. â- â€¢It will be interesting in a way," he said, as he pulled out a card, "I mean to an Americanâ€" you'll see a man knightedâ€" the fellow that gave the hospitalâ€" if you'd like to see it I can give you an admission to the plat- form. " „ . , "Is that a ticket?" asked Daniel quicklv. "yes. I'd like to go," he went on as he grasped the pasteboard and lookeil iiwe-stricken upon its prim surface. "To what does this entitle mef Not to knighthoodâ€" gee! don't sav it docsf" "It entitles you to refreshments." said the practical servant of law, "you ought to catch the 2.15 to be in time â€" good morning." Daniel watched the departing fig- ure, saw it suddenly stop and walk slowly back. There was a puzzled frown on the detective's face. "Grccf'' he said. "Mr. Gree,"' corrected Daniel re- proachfully. '•I'm not thinking about you â€" I 8up]»ose you're not related to The Gree?" "I'm him," said Daniel, without regard to the niceties of grammar; "there is only one real Gree. all other Grees being spurious imitations. Look for the Gree label without which none is genuine. I will injunct any unau- thorized Gree with great severity â€" who is The Greef" "I "It doesn't matter," said the un- ."ati.sfying Mr. Mosser, and went olT with rapiil steps, remembering that N. W. R. expresses wait for no man. Daniel looked at the ticket, then he stole a furtive glance at a little por. trait which he carried as near his heart as made no difference. "If I can't be a knight, at least I can learn how they are made," said he iirmly. and after a hasty lunch he boarded the 2.15. Newbank, in the language of the lo- cal reporter, was en fete. It was en fete in italics, and en fete in the black headlines of "The Newbank County Chronicle." ilags were flying in the streets, and the station platform was a blaze of bunting and giltwork. Flowers read and dowers so artfully artificial that you could not distinguish them from real unless you had paid for them ' ' displayed in lavish yet ordered confusion ' ' (I look over the shoulder of Mr. Mansem, reporter-in-chief to the aforesaid "County ChronicJe. '' and quote him word for word as he writes so busily in the waiting rooml, and the precincts of the little station were alive with notable people in their most notable clothes. Daniel. feeling terribly common- place amidst such magnificence, had the foresight to hunt up the reporter. "Say, Bud," said Daniel dropping his hand upon the scribe's shoulder, ••put me wise to the programme." Mr. Mansem, a fierce young man in gold-mounted spectacles glared up at his interrupter. ••Y'ou'll find the program in the pa- per," he jerkeii his head to an open sheet on the table. "Son," said Daniel gently, "before I became a aegraded financier I was a newspaper boyâ€" just like you: doing stunts at three cents a line, and never failing to describe a straw-yard blaze as •a holocaustic and terrifying con- tiagratiou." " ; Mr. Mansem looked at him with a i new interest. ••It's a hospital five miles awayâ€" I eccentric sort of devil built .it â€" ^there he is." The waiting room opened out into a smaller room into which only first-class passengers were admitted (.so said the laconic legeu.l ou the door^ but through the glass panels of which the occupants of the common or third class room might view their betters without extra charge. The smaller saloon was beautified bv the addition of palms anil flags. There was too a draped pedestal, and on that was the electric switch with which, by the pressure of his august linger, his Royal Highness wouUl unseal the distant hospital. The solitary occupant of the room at that moment was a shy-lookiug man with ragged whiskers and an anti- quated frock-coat who looked horribl;^ ill at ease. * "I'm about the only person here who knows him." the reporter went on. -'He hates this business â€" a sort of recluse, y'know. but immensely wealthy. ' ' ••Is he the man who is to be^ ; knighted.'" asked Daniel keenly. The reporter nodded. "He doesn't want to be," he said simplv, ••he just told me he hates the idea of kneelingâ€" he has rheumy knees : or something. " , ,, I Didn't want to be knighted! Dau- i iel raised his eyes to heaven. Here was a ueutlemau â€" for a gentleman he was undoubtedly, despite his whisRers â€"who hud an opportunity for which Daniel would have cheerfully paid one half his fortune. There he stood, that impious man, with honor hovering above him. and didu 't want â€" "I'm going to have a chat with him," said Daniel resolutely. The reporter looked alarmed. "Be careful. Gree is an awful bear " he began. "Gree?" I Daniel gasped. I ''Don't tell me his name is Gree â€" what is his front name?" ••Dan Gree," said the other. In two strides Daniel was across the room. In two more he was through the door and confronting the confused philanthropist. "M.v name is Gree," he said rap- idly. ' ' I believe we 're related â€" -one of my ancestors emigrated to England at the time of the Mayflower: he didn 't wish to be mixed up with the Pilgr. . ii.::,c;a- ' •â- â-  :;re ;o.;."' He :. :jL^ hi â€" :..; ...perutely with the elder Gr^e: ho talked him »ilent, giv- ing his namesake no i, ?e to dis- claii 1 relationship. T!;e antiquated Mr. Gree found him- self on terms of con^iLeuce before he rear zed that he had' even met this pushful stranger. ••I wish I could get out of it," he said, apropos of the coming trial, "l can t toll you how horrible I fed; I hate crowdsâ€" I think I shall faint - when he comes. Besi.ies I can't kneel," he rubbed his knees aggres- 3ive;y. '•I've got a twinge of rheu- mat;3ni, and I shall look like a foolâ€" oh, confound it! " ' • Remember, ' ' said Daniel solemnly, "that your cousin is by you to help you up â€" anil if you only introduce me to His Royal Highness I shall ask no other reward for my service." From outside came the far away ••bangi " of a fog signal. In this sim- ple and inexpensive manner did Xew- bank snho royalty. "Jly heavens!" said old Gree fret- fully, ••here comes that d train." He looked round hopelessly for some means of escape. There was a door giving way to the station court- yard, and the key was in the lock. "I can't stand it!" wailed the re- cluse. •'I didn't expect this when I built the infernal hospital. I can't kneel â€" and I won't kneel!" He tried the door furtively snapped back the lock and peered eauticasl.v forth. The courtyard was deserted, for the public had chosen places of vantage where they might secure a better view of majesty. His Royal Highness, a tall, agree- able young man, stepped out from his saloon, and listened with the utmost gravity whilst an agitated town clerk read an address of welcome, which clearly indicated that Newbank was one of the lo.valest, true-hearted and most noble townships on the Red Map. that the coming of His Royal High- ness was something in the nature of a phenomenon which would at once place Newbank in the forefront of the worlil's cities, and solidif.v that em- pire upon which the sun never sets if it can possibly avoid the necessity. His Royal Highness expressed the extraordinary pleasure it gave him to step out of his saloon and meet the bald-headed representative of^a free and enlightened borough. He didn't sa.v so in as many words, but he prob- ably thought as much. . "I am sorry we are late, Mr. May- or, â-  â-  he said, as entirely surrounded by the municipality he made his wa.v along the platform. • • Mr. Gree is here, I understand?" • • I am told so, your Royal High- ness â€" " twittered the ma.vor '•but- very shy man â€" this is the saloon, your Royal Highness â€" ' ' •â- It is a pit.v I cannot visit New- bank," said the prince, "but the train is late. . is this the elec- tric button? thank you â€" " he laid his hand on the switch. "I have pleasure in dedicating the Gree Hospital to the service of humanity, and 1 declare the Hospital to be open." He pressed the button, and simul- taneously the thunder of guns ou New- bank Common announced the comple- tion of the ceremon.v. The prince looked round with a smile and beckoned his plumed aide de camp. "Mr. Gree?" he asked enquiringly, aiul a dozen voices whispered urgent- ly • • Mr. Gree! A young man rather pale but im- mensel.v self.possessed pushed his wa.v to the front. A chief reporter and a certain detective superintendent who saw him stood- hypnotised into inac- tion M the sight. "Will you kneel, please?" smiled the Prince. Daniel sank on one knee upon the velvet cushion that had been thought- fully place. 1 for the purpose. A sword glittered over his head, the damasked blade touched his two shoulders lightly. ••Kise up. Sir Daniel Gree," said His Royal Highness. Ho sliook hands with the new knight, uttered a few pleasant things and made his way back to his saloon, leav- ing Detective Mosser staring helpless- ly at the pale but triumphant young man." ' 'Gree! " he gasped. "Sir Daniel â€" if you please," said the new knight sternly. " . . The strange error by which the wrong Mr. Oree was knight- ed," said the "Newbank County Chronicle, "has been rectified by the bestowal of a baronetc.v upon the lipTllllllf BttlTln lUrnard. the Flyi&c Parson, wmner o. . ktv- 9. itr Dartf trom Kew York to tea PrandMo aixd r«tum, IB In tiw ttmeUcht. Bla t»mo«i air nuMoot. Trlzle, Ui« Arst dos flr menm tlte ocmtlneBt, he* puim. Tbe pnpe are to be aaotionad. proeMdl to «o to tlt« Neer-flMt Relief Fund. The pieture tlwwe rtTtac Penon'a tvo Uttle slrU, Rosalind and Bvelya. wltb Trtzle ud ber pappl«8. -^- :^\ una mmmmmmMimmt BOOK REVIEWS BY ELINOR MURRAY. SAVTNG SAUCEPANS. Saucepans being verv expensive just now, it is well worth a little care and attention to preserve those we have. Many a saucepan which is thrown away might have been saved, and the money spent on a new one kept for other purposes in these da.vs when money does not go far. had the owner been in possession of a few siniplo hints. The most common way of spoiling* saucepans is by burninsr them. Saueo- pans which have been burnt should never be filled witl soda water, as. although it ,loes remove the bum, it also makes the saucepan liable to bars again next time it is used. Do Not Use Soda. To clean a burnt saucepan fill it with salt and water, leave for a few- hours, then bring slowly ro the boll. The burnt particles will then come off without anv ditTiculty. and there will be no after ill-effects. When vour enamel saucepans g'^t holes in them, do not throw them awa.v. Either buy saucepan menders â€" the little patches, fastened over the hole by means of a nut and a screw, or mend the saucepan yourself in the following way: Round the edge of the hole â€" about a quarter of an inch round â€" lightly chip awa.v the enamel, leaving the iron showing, both inside and out. Scrape the iron thoroughly bright, and tin it with a soldering iron. Then hold the saucepan upside ilown. put- ting one hand covered with a cloth in- side, and Iiolil so that .vou can drop rather a large dab of solder, leaving a lump inside auil outside. When cold treat this .is a rivet and burr over lightly. - The patched place will last longer than the rest of the pan. .\n alumi- num saucepan which is past mendiii}; can be rcnewei! in this way. Get ;i layer-cake tin i,one to tit tightly) "and place in the bottom of the saucepan, and you have an entirely new bottom to the pan. materiall.v shortened by allowing soap to stay in the meshes of cloth. WHEN BUYING HATS. When buying a hat, it is more im- portant that you should choose one that is becoming than one that is fashion- able. Some women never seem to do this and go on wearing hats which do not suit them with the least concern in the world, apparently having the faculty- of looking at their hats and faces in the glass quite disjointedly. There are women of mature .vears whose cheeks are sagging heavily who wear their hair painstakingly marcelleil and netted and drawn rather severely away frqjp. the face. They forget that this mode topped b.v the severely smart brimless hat adds years to their ap- pearance. Sallow or brown skinned women fre- quently make mistakes in selecting hats or color that accentuates the yellow and sallow tones of their skin. Especially fatal are the socallecl henna and ma- hogany tones that have persisted and are appearing again in spring millin- ery. Kor this t.vpe of woman the best selection is usually black or some shade of blue â€" barring, of course, the very light blue. Certain shades of purple seem to couuterart the sjiUowness, too. .Vud white hats in summer ma.v t)e worn usually to good advantage by these women. Often the verv tail, small faeed women make the mistake of wearing hats that are verv broad, feeling tliat iu so doing they detract from their at- tenuation. Often a well fitting small hat Houl.l be a better selection, as it ten. is to add character to the small face. •THE LINE'S BUSY," by Albert Ed- ward DUman. Published by The Ey- erson Press, Toronto. To remove cocoa stains from table cloths and serviettes, wash in cold wa, ter first, and then boiling water should be poiirei^ through until the last vestige of the stain is gone. For spots made by coffee or tea, boiling water poured through will prove efficacious. RINSE CLOTHES WELL. If clothes are not rinsed carefull.v after wasl.inix. white f::brics soon will ai quire a f:iiiit vellowish tinge. This vellow cast is brought out when heat is applieil in the form of an iron. The discolor is iiiuch like a scorch in ap- pearance, but not in habit. .\ slight scorch is easily removed, but clothes .yellowed b.v soap never regain snowy whiteiu'ss. The mission of laundry soap is to re- move dirt b.v a process of disintrega- tion. When the ilirt is dissolved the action continues on the threads of the ling in "Duds"; to tc seen soon in material. The life of cotton or linen is I "The Grea^ Occident" The popularity of the breezy, slangy letter-story is not diminishing. • • Y'o'u know me. Al, " started it, and "Dere Mable" helped it along. Now comes Goldie. who writes her friend M.yrtle all about the funny, tragic, romantic things that happen around the switch- board in a big New Y'ork hoteL Goldie herself is evidently very good looking. She doesn "t say so, but you know how one could guess that about a hotel tele- phone operator. And she sure is a good sport, warmhearted and generous and ready to lend a helping hand anv time. She manages to straighten out several love affairs, bring happiness to a fond parent, prevent more than one • ' crook ' ' from making successful touches on some of her friends and finally find her own happiness. The yarns are naturally written with a deli- cate spice of humor and a dash of shrewd philosophy that make them gen- uinely good reading. "WE NEED THE BUSINESS." Be- ing the Letters of Citron. Gumbiner & Co. By Joseph E. Austrian- With illustrations by Stuart Hay. Pub- lished by Tht Eyerson Press To- ronto. ••Ail rights reserved, including that of translation into foreign languages," seems a iioedles.s announcement for Mr. Austrian "s excerpts from the corre- spondence of a tirm of waist manufac- turers. It couldn't be translated into foreign languages: indeed, it is a question if it could be translated into .1 language that would be intelligible to a large portion of the people. But for anybody anywhere who has any fa- miliarity with the garment trade, it ought to be a fountain of uncontami- nated joy. Mr. Austrian can hardl.v expect to escape comparison with immortal Pot- .ish and Perlmutter, but he has noth- ing to fear from the comparison. Philip Citron. Solomon Gumbiner and their partners and emplo.ves are persons quite as much alive an,! quite as en- tertaining. There is no particular plot, and the book is very short: it begins with a letter from Mr. Citron to Mr. Gumbiner. in which he ex- presses some gloomy views: • '•By the way, Sol, get acquainted with the word • intriguing. ' Tse it in your selling talk with the high-grade store travle. It's the latest swell mod- el in the language line. This word must have been born especially for the waist trade. It means a mixup. entan- glement of complexities." And ends with a letter announcing that the year's profits are $5i;,000. The intervening correspondence is a very entertaining .•omment on com- petitors, trade couilitions. rival sales- men, lady bu.vers and evcrv other as- pect of the ready-to-wear industry, to- gether with bits of information about the person.-i! problems of the firm. star in Goldwyn Pictures. Now play- •We'll founder of the Gree Cottage HospitaL i " Knight Bachelor!" he said. ' The aeola-'o having once been given show "em." I is irrevocable and the voi;ng Sir Dan- He was speaking to the future Lady iel Gree is free to enjov the title of ! Gree under the approving eyes of her Knight Bachelor." " father. Daniel re:id this with infinite scorn. (The ©nd.) UNEASY STEBBT. by Arthur Somers Roche. Published by The Copp, Clark Company, Toronto. .\ recentl.y discharged army captain, Rodne.v Baird, stopped in New York to enjoy the New Year's eve festivi- ti,'s. He met a wealthy young chap he had known overseas and was in- troduced to expensive cabarets and luxurious methods of enjoying life. He had a hundred and some odd dollars JOE MARTIN â€" Joe Has Big Ideas When It Comes To Pets zS\