BETTER THAN THE BATHS

Sun (Auckland), Volume I, Issue 289, 27 February 1928, Page 5

BETTER THAN THE BATHS

INCIDENT AT ROTORUA An Insurance man spent a holiday recently at Rotorua. He contracted a cold and did not seem to be able to shake it off. A Masterton friend happened to be there, and he said, “I’ll soon settle that cold for you.” He then produced a bottle of Baxter’s Lung Preserver. “Wonderful stuff this, old chap. I always carry it around with me." Sure enough, in a couple of days’ time his friend was quite restored, and vowed that the little bottle of “Baxter’s” had done him more good than some of the baths. “Baxter’s” Is the favourite cough and cold remedy throughout New Zealand. It is not an untried preparation, but has now been upon the market for over 60 years. It is a rich, red, warming, soothing compound that does good from the first dose. If you have a sore throat or suqer from bronchial complaints, you cannot do better than test this wonderful specific, which also possesses unique tonic properties. You can get a generous-sized bottle of “Baxter’s” from any chemist or store for half-a-crown. Bachelor size eighteenpence. 3.

hired to impersonate Lady Boulton, 1 who she’ll chuck like an old glove now she’s done with her.” “Mr. Mailing, you are certainly mad! i You are speaking to Lady Boulton!” He shook his head. “I am not; there’s an uncanny resemblance, even to the voice, but you can’t deceive me. You 1 gave yourself away earlier in the even- 1 ing. Look here, I’ll test you. Wha.t’s ' the name of Miss Ren wick’s brother • in Bresden? You don’t condescend to 1 answer, naturally; you’d give your ' little finger to be able to tell me.” « “I’ve never heard Miss Renwick talk of a brother in Bresden,” Eva said; then unluckily added, “or sister.” The idea that he was inventing relations for Miss Renwick crossed her mind and inspired the answer, and had she stopped at the word “Bresden” positive though Mailing was he would have doubted again, but the last twc words betrayed her. Mailing, Miss Renwick, and Lady Boulton had all been members of a little group a week or so earlier when Miss Renwick talked about “Tommy and Sally” in Bresden. “Tommy” turning out to be Tomasina. Lady Boulton would certainly not have forgotten the incident, or the laughter the explanation caused. Mailing grinned. “Caught out!” he said, and relapsed into silence. In her corner Eva watched him like a cat, apprehensive he would attempt some endearment. But they were already in the Square, and the taxi now halted before Mrs. Tourmaline’s door. Mailing jumped out, and tried to take her hand, but alighting, she ignored him. He turned to the driver and told him to wait. He kept by Eva’s side as she mounted the steps, and, as Sheridan opened the door, “I’ll come in, if I may, Lady Doulton,” he said, urbanely “and wait for Mrs. Tourmaline.” But Eva, angry and tired, had had as much of Mr. Mailing as she could stand. She felt sick of the whole affair too furious, with him to accept the truce the words offered. “Don’t admit this man. Sheridan!” she said in a clear voice. “He has grossly insulted me. If he wishes to wait to speak to Mrs. Tourmaline, let him wait outside the house.” “Yes, milady.” said the butler impassively. mastering his emotion by an heroic effort. Mr. Mailing grew white with anger. He had not anticipated

being defied before a servant. Almost was he tempted to tell Sheridan the girl was an impostor. But tho knowledge he held the winning hand sustained him. I will not wait outside the house,” he said. “Mrs. Tourmaline will I expect, be ringing me up shortly and begging for my silence. Goc-d-night Lady Boulton!” he uttered the last two words with a subtle intonation which Eva quite understood, and, with an elaborate salute, departed. Eva went upstairs to the sitting room where they had sat earlier in tho evening, and awaited Mrs. Tourmaline’s return. She was angry with herself for her failure, angry, too, witn Mrs. Tourmaline. Why hadn’t the widow taken her away before? This sense of injury sustained her when «i bare five minutes later the lady of the house appeared. Coming out of the cloak room she had spied Lord Doulton, of all people, in the hall beloA\. but leaving. Inquiry had elicited th fact that Lady Boulton had departed and she had followed. Into her curious ear Eva poured hei tale of woe. The meeting with Arnold Berlyn, his warning of Lord Doulton s presence, his aid in her escape, partially nullified at the last moment by Mr. Mailing joining her, and frank! telling her she was an impostor, and lastly how she had forbidden him the bouse. The girl was near weeping a - she concludc.-d. A sense of shame and humiliation .racked her.

(To be Continued.)