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Saxon end Norman Forms of Speech When the Normans conquered Eng land anil dispossessed tlie Angl Vax ons of their lands they spoke what is known as Norman-French. Tills con tinued to he the official language for many years, according to a writer in London Tit-lilts. One of the most remarkable, though often unnoticed, results of tlds dual language in tin* same country is the different names we give to the dead un i living animals used as food. The Saxon was (he serf who tilled the soil and tended cattle; the Nor man was the overlord who ate the meat thus provided. While we call the living animal a cow, we call the dead, animal beet, the first word being Sax-; on c.r.d the second Norman. Similarly, the serf called the living' animal a sheep, but when it was served on the ha roll's table it was,1 mutton. In file mime way deer be came venison, calf became veal, and the bog became pork. A Lady of Distinction 13 recognized by the delicate, fascinat ing influence of the perfume she uses. 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But whenever the storm grew dangerous, either McClintock or SpuCock broke into saving laughter. McClintock would bang his fist upon the table. “I wouldn’t give a betel-nut for a man who wouldn’t stick to his guns, if he believed himself in the right. We’ll have some fun down there at my place, Spur lock; but we’ll probably bore your wife to death.” “Oh, no!” Ruth, protested *‘I have so much to learn.” “Aye,” said McClintock. in a tone so peculiar that it sent Spurlock’s glance to his plate.. “All my life I’ve dreamed of something like this,” he said, divertingly, with a gesture which included the yacht. “These islands that come out of nowhere, like transparent amethyst, that deepen to sap phire, and then become thickly green! And always the white coral sand rimmkig them— emeralds set in pearls!” “A thing of beauty is a joy forever!” quoted McClintock. “But I like Bobby Burns best. He’s neighbourly; he has a jingle for every ache and joy I’ve had.” So Ruth heard about the poets; she became tolerably familiar with the exploits of that engaging ruffian Cellini; she heard of the pathetic deaf ness of Beethoven; she was thrilled, saddened, exhilarated; and on the evening of the twelfth day she made bold to enter the talk. “There is something in The Tale of Two Cities that is wonderful,” she said. “That’s a fine tale,” said Spurlock. “The end is the most beautiful in English literature. ‘It is a far- far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest that I go to, than I have ever known.’ That has always haunt ed me.” “I like that, too,” she re pied; “but it wasn’t that I had in mind. Here it is.” She open ed the book which she had brought to the table. “A wonderful fact to reflect upon, that every human creature is constituted to be that profound secret and mystery to everv caller. A solemn consideration when I enter a great city at night, that every one of those darkly clustered house encloses its own secret; that every room in every one of them en closes its own secret; that every beating heart in the hundreds of thousands of beasts there, is, m some of its imagin ings a secret to the heart near est it!’ . . .It kind of terri iies me,” said Ruth, looking up first at the face of her husband, then at McClintock’s. “No matter how much I tell of myself I shall always keep something back. No matter how much you tell me, you will always keep something back.” Neither man spoke. McClin toek stared into the bowl of his pipe and Spurlock into his coffee cup. But McClintock’s mind was perceptive, whereas Spurlock’s was only -dully con fused. The Scot understood that, gently and indirectly, Ruth was asking her husband a question, opening a door if he cared to enter. So the young fool had not told her! MeClintoek had sus pected as much. Everything in this world changed—except human folly. This girl was strong and vital: how would she take it when she learned that she had cast her lot with a fugitive from justice! For Me* Clintock was certain that Spur lock was a hunted man. Well, well; all he himself could do would be to watch this singular drama unroll. The night before they made McClintock’s, Ruth and Spurlock leaned over the rail, their shoulders touching. It might ' ha’/e been the moon, the phosphorescence of the broken water, or it might have been his abysmal loneliness; but sud denly he caught her face in his hands and kissed her on the mouth. “Oh!” she gasped. “I did not know . . . that it was . . . like that!” She stepped back; but as his hands fell she caught and held them tightly. ‘ ‘ Please, Hoddy, . always tell me when do I things wrong. I never want you to be ashamed of me. I will do anything and everything I can to become your equal.” “You will never become that, Ruth. But if God is kind to me someday I may climb up to where you are. I’d like to be alone now. Would you mind?” mind?” She wanted another kis% but she did not know how to go about it; so she satisfied the hunger by pressing his haud to her thundering heart. She let them fall and sped to the com panion, where she* stood for a moment, the moonlight' giving her a celestial toueh. Then she went below. Spurlock bent lii9 head to the rail. The twists in his brain had suddenly straightened out; he ■was normal, wholly himself; and he knew now exactly what he had done. CHAPTER XXI McClintock island was twelve miles long and eight miles wide, with the shape of an oyster. The coconut plantation covered the west side. From the white beach the plaras ran in serried rows quarter of a mile inland, then began a jungle of bamboo, gum-tree, sandalwood, plantain, huge fern, and choking grasses. The southeast end of the island was hilloeky, with voleauic sub soil. There was plenty of sweet water. The settlement was on the middle west coast. The stores, the drying bins, McClintock’s bungalows and the native huts sprawled around an exquisite landlocked lagoon. One could enter and leave by proa, but nothing with a keel could cross the coral gate. The island had evidently grown round this lagoon, approached it gradually from the volcanic upheaval—an island of coral and lava. There were groves of cultivat ed guava, orange, lemon, and pomegranate. The oranges were of the Syrian varitey, small but filled with scarlet honey. This fruit was McClintoek’s particu lar pride. He had brought the shrub down from Syria, and, strangely enough, they had prospered. Unless you have eaten a Syrian orange,” he was always saying, “you have only a rud imentary idea of what an orange is.” The lemons had enormously thick skins and were only mildly acidulous—sweet lemons, they were called; and one found them delicious by dipping the slices in sugar. But there was an abiding ser pent in this Eden. McClintock had brought from Penang three mangosteen evergreens; and, wonders of wonders, they had thrived—as trees. But not once in these ten years had they borne blossom or fruit. The soil was identical, the climate; still, they would not bear the Olympian fruit, with its purple-lined jacket and its snow-white pulp. One might have said these trees grieved for their native soil; and, grieving, refused to bear. Of animal life, there was noth ing left but monkeys and wild pig, the latter having been do mesticated. Of course there were goats. There’s an animal! He thrives in all zones, upon all manner of food. He may not be able to eat tin-cans, but he tries to. The island was snake-free. There were all verities of bird life known in these latitudes, from the bird of paradise down to the tiny scarlet-beaked love birds. There were always par riots and barrakeets screaming in the fruit groves. The bungalows and stores were built of heavy bamboo and gum-wood; sprawly, one-storied affairs; for the typhoon was -no stranger in these waters. Deep verandaa ran around the bung alows, with bamboo drops which were always down in the day time, ffending off the treacher ous sunshine. White men never abroad without helmets. The air might be cool, but half an ho_ur without head-gear was an in vitation to sunstroke. Into this new world, vivid with colour, came Spurlock, re ceptively. For a few days he was able to relegate bis conscience to tlie background. There was so much to see, so much to do, that he became what had once been normally, a lovable boy. Me Clintoek was amused. He began really to like Spurlock, despite the shadow of the boy’s past, despite his inexplicable at titude toward this glourious girl. To be sure, ha was atten tive, respectful; but in his con duct there was none of that shameless Cameraderie of a man who loved his woman and didn t care a hang if all the world knew it. If the boy did not love the girl, why the devil had he dragged her into this marriage? Spurlock was a bit shaky bodi ly, but his brain was functonng clearly; and, it might be added swift y— as the brain always acts when confronted by a per plexing riddle. No mater how swiftly he pursued this riddle, he could not bring it to a halt Why had Ruth married him? A penniless outcast, for she must have known he was that. Why had she married him, off-hand, like that? She did not love him, or he knew nothing of love signs. Had she too been flying from something and had accept ed this method of escape? But what frying-pan could be equal to this fire? All this led back to the original circle,. He saw the colossal selfishness of his act; but he eould not beg off on the plea of abnormality. He had been ill; no matter about that: he recollected every thought that had led up to it and every act that had consummated the deed. To make Ruth pay for it! He wanted to get away- into some immense echoless tract where he could give vent to this wiid laughter which tore at his vitals. To make Ruth pay for the whole shot! To wash away his sin by crucifying her: that wp.s precise ly what he had set about. And God had let him do it! He was— and now he perfectly under stood that he was-treading the queerest labyrinth a man had ever entered. Why had he kissed her? What had led him into that? Neither love nor passon—utter blank ness so far as reducing the aet to terms. He had kssed hs wife on the month . . and had been horrified! There was real mad ness somewhere along this road. He was unaware that his ill ness had opened the way to the inherent conscience and that the acquired had been temporarily blanketed, or that there was any ancient fanaticalisra in his blood. He saw what he had done only as it related to Ruth. He would have to go on: he would be forced to enact all the obliga tions lie had imposed upon him self. His salvation—if there was *o be any—lay in her ignorance o£ life. But she could not live in constant association with him without having these gaps fill ed. And when she learned that she had been doubly cheated, what then? His thoughts began to fall on her side of the scales, and his own misery grew lighter as he anticipated hers. He was an imaginative young man. Never again would he repeat that kiss; but at night when they separated, he would touch her forehead with his lips, and sometimes he would hold her hand in his and pat it. “I’ll have my cot in here,” said Spurlock to Ruth, “where *this table is. You never can tell. I’m likely to get up any time in the night to work.” Together they were making habitable the second bungalow, which was within calling dis tance of McClintock’s. They had scrubbed and dusted, torn down and hung up until noon. “Whatever you like, Iloddy,” she agreed, wiping the sweat from her forehead. She was vaguely happy over this ar rangement which put her in the wing across the middle hall, alone. “This will be very com fortable.” “Isn’t that lagoon gorgeous? I wonder if there’ll be sharks?” “Not in tbe lagoon. Mr. Mo I _ — ~ ~~—.. Clintock says they can’t get in there, or at least they never try it.” “Lord!—think of having sharks for neighbors. Kvery morning 1 11 take a dip into the lagoon. That'll tune me up.” “/But don’t ever swim off the ’main beach without someone with you.” _ • “I wonder where in the dace I’ll be able to find some writing paper? I’m crazy to get tc work again.” “Probably Mr. McClintock will have some.” “I sha n’t want these cur tains. You take them. The ver anda bamboo will be enough for me.” He stuffed the printed chintz into her arms and smiled into her eyes. And the infernal thought of that kiss returned— the softness of her lips and the cool smoothness of her cheeks/ He turned irresolutely to the table upon which lay the scat tered leaves of hie old manu^ serpts. “I believe I’ll tear them up. So long as they’re about. I’ll always be rewriting them au\l wasting my time.” “Let me have them.” “What for? What do you want of them?” “Why, they are . . . yours. And I don’t want anything of yours destroyed, Hoddy. Those were dreams.” “All right, then.” He shifted tlie pages together, rolled and thrust them under her arm. “But don’t ever let me see them agan. By George, I forgot! Mc Clintock said there was a type writer in the office and that I could have it. I’ll dig it up. I’ll be feeling fine in no time. The office is a sight—not one sheet of paper on another; bills and receipts everywhere. I’ll have to put some pep into the game— American pep. It will take a month, to clean up. I’ve been hunting for this particular job for a thousand years!” She smiled a little sadly over this fine enthusiasm; for in her wisdom she had a clear percep tion where it would eventually end—in the veranda chair. All this—the island and its affairs —was an old story; but her own peculiar distaste had van ished to a point imperceptible, for she was seeing the island “lrongh her husband’s eyes, as in the future she would see all things. (T O BE CON T1 NTT EI>> SHASTA WASHES INTO VALLEYS Soft Formation of Extinct Volcano Yields Readily to Rivers of Mud Can Francisco.—Is California on the eve of a new geological period? Scientists discussed this possibility with interest following the spectacu lar erosion of historic Mount Shasta by a “wild” glacier, which during the past six weeks has torn up thonsands of tons of soil from the peak. Hundreds of thousands of years ago, according to geologists, the mighty mountain ranges of the Pa cific Coast were formed by the shrinking of the crust of the earth. I-atcr came a glacial age, when gigantic masses of ice poured down from the mountain ranges as a ro sult of an unusual period of winter, which piled up snow and ice la such quantities that finally they suc cumbed to the force of gravity. Today Mount Shasta lias turned loose another glacier. Only this time it is pouring down the slopes au a result of one of the dryest and hottest summer seasons in many years. As the glacier reaches the lower levels of the slopes. It is trans formed into a giant river of mud, carrying everything before it. McCloud, a little settlement perched on one ol ‘die • lower slopes of the mountain,-has been intermit tently swept by masses of mud, which today arc piled up over thou sands of acres. May Wash Down Scientists declare that Mount Shasta is in danger of losing its position as one of the highest peak* in the United States. Should the glacial flow continue, they claim. J*> will be only a ques tion of time before n good part of the 14,380 feet that make up Jta altitude will have been washed down Into the lower valleys. 1 Mount Shasta is unlike other gla cier-harboring peaks in that it la of soft geological formation. OKher mountains pour down un counted millions of tons of snow and ice each year, but, because o! the hardness of their rock lose only an imperceptible amount of their bod Shasta, being soft In comparison with those other peaks, has already lost enough of its top sol; to make 'ts changed topography no! iceahls experienced ubaerver*