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The times dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1903-1914, 1914-06-28
Artistic, Efficient Utensils
of PORCELAIN, GLASS
and EARTHENWARE

The name porcelain is derived from Latin word
meaning IA sea she'll The is thought to have
reminded those who it OF this shining Porce-
lain is made of essentially same materials as white
earthenware, used in proportions that produce an i'm
pervous or nonporoUs body. and burned hard as
TO be translucent. The ransucence or the quality Of
transmitting light of Chinese porcelain constitutes the
Chief difference between china and the cream.coored
" " -
The story of porcelain begins in China two hundred
Years before the birth of Christ The porcelain Of the
earliest period is scarcely recognizable as such being
Graylsh thick scarcely translucent and full of mn,ite
cracks Until the twelfth century none of the ware
seems to have appeared in Europe but at that time
IL reached nigh degree OF perfection Even i'm the
.wenth century the place OF its origin known
put tne venetian Marco Polo returned from China
IN l292. told OF the manufa porcelain there
strange myths and legends accompanied the ware
forcelan was said to be composed Of materials that
na1 IAN Tor thousands OF years buried in the earth"
ana cup OF porcelain warranted to chance color
ana ny into pieces the poison was pored info
ia rare protection for who ea red tree
at meal! - " cAoA'
,o Oi course the European nations wanted to know
now 10 make the ware. but the could never ha
OBTAINED from the Chinese. First of all tho It.Ii,no
MADE the effort They obtained very attractive nrod
uct LOO by mixing impure China clay fine white sand
sno proportion OF glass But Italians
soon became discouraged and nearly century eansed
oeiore interest was again in the subject A.
ths tlne france made the effort and eyentual,v' a
vi. ,ne INDUSTRY sprang up in many French towns
otdpig one at Sevres under the of
hlns. me french product artificial porcelain
clay. - '"'' a"hiAture OF
In 17ol the alchemist Johann Friedrich Rottver rS
ing 10 accomplish the dream of all achencaJ
philosophy What he obtained was a I,andsona "a
stoneware as hard porcelain which led Rottgar ~
attsnIpl me production OF white porcelain The loo.
t 5Oe - iat ABOUT this time white powder wan
pu. On .le market Tor toilet purposes and that
going to to court 80 "e wiz" he was
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He swung about yelling. he found
himself facing. through the wreath
ing powder smoke, the wild and pas
son-lit eyes of ex-sergeant Whitney. /.
You dog." snarlcd Whitney. His
big shoulders hunched. his bayoner
sunk to the ready.
Orage backed against the gun. MS
Martini was still aloft. He seyned
incapable of action
Whitney, he cried ''witNy!" 5
WItneys great muscles yfloosed.
The bayonet ripped upward! oragc
jumped The blade caught him to
left of his body. slashed him from.
base of his ribs upward. He spun
against the gun wheels. His Martini
dropped from his hands. ~
That's for Stella" howled Whitney.
You dog, that's for Stella. My little
girl Stella you ruined" His arm
swung back again.
Whitney," cried oragc. Whitney
-murderer-stop! You don't know
what you are doing"
Know bawled the raging man.
KNOW know! The girl you
ruined-my daughter"- Tho
deadly bayonet stabbed out again.
Whitney, stop! shouted orage.
You're her father-you're my
father" - :
The raging man half checked his
swing, but checked not quickly
enough. The bayonet sliced IN
through clothes. through flesh.
"U-ugh," whistled Orage. He fell
across the trail of tho gun with a
great wound.
Whitney dropped his rifle and sprane
TO the side of the dying man. Rage
mad left him. In its place had come
a great fear, cold fear that clutched
ciammily at his heart He grabbed
the limp man by the shoulders.
Your father!" he shouted. You're
father! I'm your father? What DIV
mean? orage, you dog. what i'y
mean"
orage's head rolled languidly. He
tried to raise IT.. He could not.
Whitney shook him. ~
Orases glazing eyes looked into
The burning eyes OF Stellas. father.
The man seemed tired, too tired to
live.
II thought YOU knew" he whis.
pered. 81 really thought you knew.
We married, Stella and me +
meant to marry her nil
along, from the first. We
married quiet ,hree days
before the trooper left"
me firing all along the battle line
mad now dropped down to the ierkv
explosion of odd and isolated shots
From all the ranks OF the Enrlisb
cheering was rising like the swelling
oil gale The victory was comp,ete
The cavalry was among the ayinp
Egyptians. busy with the bloody work
of the rout.
The Marines found Whitney stand. (.
Ing near the captured Egyptian e,mf
He was tryin. To shake life info ,ba
limp corpse of II man but newly daadf3t
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oatN ana with the sand teaching them
that there were places at the neck
that stung and chafed, the Marines
swung in rushes at the Egyptian line
The big man Whitney went forward
rush after rush. with the automatic
suavity of an old and well-train cd
soldier. He ran when his file ran
He dropped us his file dropped. He
loosed off rs mechanically us they,
getting his foresight we'll on TO the
swarthy blob which showed under
the red of the tarbosch and which
meant the face OF an enemy, without
emotion. without zest or furry. One
OF the advantages of being old in arms
was that he could do things without
thinking OF them; the drawback was
that he could think of other things
as he ia them.
As he ran and fought he was think
ing of his daughter Stella and what
his wife had told HMM the letter
he had received from her on that
Hateful mail day a few weeks back
about Stella, and these thoughts OF
Stella and what had come to her
we're bitten into his mind with the
acid OF passion and hatet.
The Egyptians we're beginning to
cave under the urgent pressure Of the
British advance. The English cheerel
as they saw it. but Whitney did not
cheer; he did not even notice. He
went forward firing and rushing auto
matically, and as automatically he
thought He had thought these same
thoughts so often since the first con.
sideration Of them had driven him to
drink OH that mail day that to think
them had now become almost as
mechanical as his soldering. He
heard the voice of Orage shouting
brisk and staccato commands.
STEADY. steady ALI" Orage was
shouting. Sight for a thousand
Yards" and Low, fire low, you sen
sweeps." Whitney did not pay any
particular attention to Oragc, and he
WIS firing low anyhow. But as the
sound OF the young sergcant's yoic.
penetrated the fog Of his mind. his
scowI deepened. the harsh light
flashed again into his sombre eyes.
Orase was in his thoughts-was part
of his nate.
Open OUT" snapped Orage. Open
out, front sections"
The dog" snarlcd Witncy's nina
Him ordering me-me!"
fIe swung away the requisite nun.
Der of PAGES from his left.hand file.
His hand jerlcd the throw.out of his
Martini. loaded. icrked up again. AS
his sight came level nthe mark the
words his wife had written came
sweeping into his brain. His mind
mt once rose and brimmcd over with
rage. He pulled trigger with brutal
vchemence. as though he would send
the fat Martini bullet out to Stay with
n greater savascrS, not to Kill only.
but to hurt sorcly to rend to shutter
All the hate in his mind was packed
behind that bullet
by the Star COupauv t:ra,t I-,,,io
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"A man who wanted to slip out OF
what he ought to do. She
could hold out no hope of Orage at
tempting to right the wrong he'd done
Stella Witney's wife seemed to
dwell upon that point as though she
relished it, as though it had SAVIOR.
Whitney added a curse for his wife to
the curses he had for Orage.
The Egyptians were melting before
the rush. The thick column on the
crest of the rises thinned rs the Eng
fish troops swung forward A fume
of cheering came from the left. where
the SiXtieth Rifles had pushed their
opponents back. The cheering ran
along the line like the fire of its own
nusketry. AS Whitney topped the
sandhills his feet jingled in the clut
ted muck of spent cartridges that the
Egyptians had fired off. Below him
was the swing Of the desert, with
little hills In IT, that stretched away
to Tel-el-Kebir. On the desert was
n nervous and jerky mass of retiring
men, who ran foolishly like rioters
Mt the charge of the police. Nearer
him were few steady companies
covering n sweatty battery that was
trying to break through the clutter
of futile infantry.
1t was ii pageantry Of panic.
But Whitney did not see It, He only
saw the back OF the man he hated
the place where, with one upward
thrust of the bayonet. he could avense
Stella's wrong; his wrongs.
HIS wrongs-the thought of the
wrongs he had suffered at the hands
OF the cur frightened his throat with
passion. The dog had come straight
from the ruin Of his girl and. with
out the slightest compunction. had
supplanted him in the rank that he
mad lost because of the drunken rage
the news OF Steha's downfall had
driven him to. But he'd show this
Ornge. He'd make him suffer.
The Egyptian army was being
rolled up all along the line. The
British were down tic hill into the
desert 1inging the Gyppies back in
terror along the wild road to Tel.el.
Is cbr. The shells from the batteries
were bursting unccasng over the
heads of the cringing enemy, and
what formation there remained was
crumbling. The fight had become n
rUut
The entire British line flooded
after the foe with reckless dash. All
order was lost In the fervor of the
chase. The Egyptians were too
shaken to retaliate. The British cot
up to them and among them, stab
Ding and shooting like butchers. The
shooting had dropped TO ragged and
stnccato rattle of Independent firing.
Orage jumped to the gun. He
clapped his left hand OH the gun He
held his Martini aloft dramatically
with his right lie yelled with fer
vOr:
Il capture this gun In the name Of
Her Majesty and the Royal Regiment
OF Marines"
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Royal Marines had been amused by
the rebuff
The Marines recognized that only a
sergeant green and dewy from the
soft amenities of innocent English
home stations could act as Orage
acted. Even little practical ex-
perience would have taught the fel.
low that he was feeling with vol.
cano.
1t was not only that Whitney came
in the truculent school of old soldiers.
which looked with suspicion on soft
amenities: actually on the face Of
things he owed the younger man a
bitter grudgc. Orage had stepped into
his shoes as sergeant of a Company.
Old Whitney had held that post
until few weeks back Then. in the
unaccountable but purely human
fashion of old soldiers. he had cee-
brated the arrival OF the home mail
with a drunk" OF Homeric quality.
He had been degraded TO the ranks
for 1t, and his place was filled by
Orage, who came up TO the great camp
OF the Eypeditionary force few days
later. a man Of that record was not
the man to monkey with. Orage es-
pecially was the last man who could
monkey with him.
The firing checked their grinning
ny MI
OF growth. 1t was obviously no longer
a thing of vedettes, but an outpourip.
Of battalions.
Out of the thinning wells Of mist
there materialized, giant and looming
Ike ghosts, two headlong lancers. The
hy'ng hoofs Of their horses made no
sound In the sand. AS they plunged
into vision, pulling at their horses,
the Marines picked out their uniforms.
the turbans, the dark blue tunics. the
red facings. . -
thirteenth Bengals," cried a score
of voices, and one voice above the
others. Thought SO: ole Pennington's
Vedettes." The Bengal Lancers
swept behind the tents like actors
vanishing behind scenery. Into the
climbing pulse of musketry there
stabbed ut once the keen, sword-like
sound of the bugle calling to arms.
Even before it died the great camn
was quick with life.
In twenty-five minutes n solid line
OF British Infantry and artillery and
horse moved out over the sand hills
through the thinning mist toward
the whirl of the firing.
In ten minutes the mist had gone
and they were in the thick of n
oatt'e' &sTE
AS the troops lifted out of the
saucer dip in which the Kassassin
camp was situated. the scene of the
fight unfoIded before them set for
titanic drama. The gentle hills of
red sand that ran in sleek waves
to Tel.el-kebir were seething with
Arab Pasha's rebel Egyptians. The
lesert was quick with the advance
Of fezzed and white-uniformcd
columns The sand coughed up in
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CLOUDS as they marched. AS the sand
fiuffed the sun struck it. and Mt
HAIRED red. The oncoming Egyp.
tians looked like cohorts Of demons
marching in the fume Of Hades.
Out on the hills where the enemy
massed gun teams appeared at ii
Jumping gallop. They swung about
and came to action front" with an
all but expert dash. The comc-anu.
60 OF fire worked along the batteries
Immediately with. an automatic and
mechanical crispDess. The Marines,
who happened to face the guns,
watched the business with mixed
emotions. Those gunners were going
to make it Internally unpleasant for
them. but they knew their lob all the
same. Mr.. Thomas A. has at all
times the CHEEKY habit of giving the
devil his due
OraSe turned TO Whitney again, who
was near him in the files.
Smart work, eh?" he exclaimed.
al iOl lliIS LOT us, cd
The man Whitney turned on his
sergeant. His eyes glared such un-
dying hatred that the young man
shrank before them
Damn you!" snarled Whitney.
Don't you talk to met
For sergeant OraGe was absurd.
He did not swear back. He became
confused; he seemed almost hurt; he
said nothing
The shells from the Egyptian bat
teries began to string out briskly.
Mostly they rocketed over the British
advance and exploded somewhere
rearward In the soft desert soil. The
Marines sighed with relief at the first
series of explosions. Thank heaven"
they told each other, 1.-THE Gyppes
have only ole Krupp percussion
Shells" not the soul-searin. shell that
Lieutenant-General Shrapnel, who
sleeps peacefully in IN evangelical
churchyard at Southampton, had in.
vented.
Inc range OF the fighting worked
up rescendo. The columns of tasseled
fe7 es rolled up continuously. AS
thes rolled into line they dug them.
selves in prettiy. They extended,
working toward the open desert ON the
right, with the jolly intention OF
Ranking the English force and 81
driving in Il swamping rush over the
camp.
The Marines. as we'll as the whole
English line. were pressing rapidly
over the desert. The red sand
swathed up about them from the eter.
nal shutting of many feet. Tie
singing and sinking smoke OF their
rifles blew back stcadily In their
faces. The powers that mismanaged
things in Whitehall had not yet rea.
iized that thick. ill-iitting rcd TUNES
and woolly blue trousers are not the
best fighting kit, although the Tommy
had. The lambert Egyptian SUI
faring down on them and broilns
them beetcolor made them realize
II more. In an extempore Turkish
tr-t.& A
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Witney's Martini went up again
Again the vicious shot with pent-up
fury behind. loosed off to MAIN and
XIII. The face of the man who was
the cause OF Stella's misery doomed
up in place of the swarthy fez-
crowned features beyond his fore
sight. AS he fired he fired at that
hated face, and every atom of his
vensefui spirit urged the bullet. In
his hate he wanted to kill-kill.
He remembered the passage in his
wife's letter dealing with the man
with the most passionate rage of all
IL know the fellow WE'LL" rambled
his wife in her letter. HE often
comes here. which Is natural, seeing
as he Is In your regiment never
suspected this of him, though he is
smart man like to carry any girl
off her feet. P'raps you know him,
too"
"Company-halt!" bawled Ser.
geant Orage.
P'raps you know him, too,
tho I don't see how you can, because
lie hasn't been on any except the
home stations. His name Is Orage.
He's company sergeant Of COM
pany. home battalion"
"Company-fix bayonets!" bawled
Orage. Forward. Double
time.
As Witney's bayonet fiicked from
its scabbard, it hung to his hand for
II minute. In front OF him was
Ornge's back. Witney's fierce eyes
were on the bulge of the shoulders.
where the fine torso of the man
stretched the sloppy red tunic to
bursting point. A quick jerk and his
bayonet would cut in and up just
where the shoulders curved into the
loin. 1t would be quick and easy.
Orage would be dead in n moment.
The older mans hand hung and
click. the bayonet was forced home
on the muzzle of his rife. :.
TOO easy" snarled Whitney to his
wv edSy 100 quick
and he wouldn't know. tho
swine, wouldn't feel enough. I've
got to make him feel"
a big voice was yelling above the
rattle of firing: They're breaking.
They're falling back! Come up. lads.
Come up!"
The Marines quickcned in their
stride.
Whitney quickcncd. too, but me.
His devouring eyes were
still fixed on Oragc. Orage. who hnd
forgotten all about him i'll the fury
OF excitement. AS owelt his eyes. so
iwclt his mind. Burning thoughts
came to him in jesky yet more. or
less coherent intervals between firing
ma running. He reneln bered what
MS wife had written about the man.
She was seeing Orage." she said.
'Orasc ought to make IL right with
Stella. but she didn't see how"
oraSe was ordered to the front with
he battali lion details. He'd have to
cave In week OF so And he'd BIZ
msy. There were many excuses for
Nights Reserved
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or EGYPT'S SArIDS--By w. DOUGLkS NEWTON

IT HE camp sprnng TO life like
thing Of magic.
Out OF dragging opal scarve.
of early morning mist that cung to
the undu!ating valleys leading 10
Arab Pusha's fortified lines of Tel
el-kebir there came IN abrupt and
mufflcd clamor Of carDine fire.
The firing began nervously. |,
suffered, then jumped into rat.
tiing stride. The camp hung in its
domestic economy and stared out
over the yelled and inscrutable mys.
terry OF the desert sand listening TO il.
In the Marine lines the men PAUSED
In the performance of fatigucs to utter
emphatic, if profanc. opinions of Arab
Pasha poilcy or lefty irritation. After
turning out from Kassassin Camp on
an average twice daily 10 rcpulse an
enemy who never stayed to tight, they
no longer liked his methods; they said
so, each TO the best Of his voca bulary.
Their new sergeant, u fresh, youthful
bloom just out. in the last of Garnet
Wolseley's hurried troopers from in.
nocent England. called them to stand
by. Bunched aertly. they gathered.
looking out into the mist. A philoso.
pher of the obvious began TO explain
that when the sun got hold of this
eApletive mist. in about twenty min.
utes it'd 30 like blazes, an they'd be
able TO see what it was all about The
firing lulled down to an occasional
jerky outburst.
Only ole Pennington's Bengalis
saluting the smiling morn" said 4
voice. The men began to Gdget over
their pals. In a jumping worry the
shooting blazed out again. swept up
viciously, continued vehemently.
"Shucks!" said the Marines. They
ueSah 10 tighten their belts.
The new sergeant from England
turned to man, not the one nearest
him, but near him; that is, man he
had obviously selected for his con-
versation. In manner singular for
a sergeant, because it was mild and
even ingratiating, he sad
THAT sounds like business. doesn',
it? Not much false alarm in that"
The man he spoke to, big power
full fellow Of about forty-fve, and one
OF the veterans of the corps failed to
answer him. He stared iixedly out
over the sand toward the firing. lie
scowled. Presently lie spat as
though he wished to remove some
nasty taste from his mouth.
The few men who witnessed this
were secretly amused. They nudged
each other and exchanged sly grins.
This was not by long chalk the first
unsuccessful attempt OF Sergeant
Crage to mike up to old Whitney.
and 1t was not the first time that the
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cecdinsly bard. amd lent esclf easily
TO decoration. Ii was brought to the
highest degree Of perfection by 10.
siah Wedgcwood. another potter of
Bprslcm. who started his factory in
1850.
Wedgevood manufactured "A cream
colored ware, which soon became
known as Queens ware. owing to
Queen Charlotte's patronage. and from
that time its popularity was assured.
This type OF Wire has persisted to
the present day, aud is used on the
tables of many housewives.
Norwich bulletin., 1914-11-28
THE RULwARK MYSTERY.

Great Britain has suffered big naval losses since the opening of the war, but faith in the strength and ability of the British navy has not been shaken by any means, according to the statement of Sir Winston Churchill, when he declared that though one superdreadnough& a month was lost that country by the end of 1915 would StiII be stronger than it's opponent. From the naval strength of the coun- tries it is quite evident that Great Britain has not been seriously weak ened by the loss of the vessels which have been sunk.
 Yet the loss of nineteen British ves- sells. even though there are old ships numbered therein. shows with what skill the enemy is making the most of it's naval situation. With the odds against them Germany is doing it's worst.
 Just at present much mystery sur- rounds the blowing ID Of the battle skip BuIwark. a month after the su- perdreadnought Audacious was elira- hated from the list of naval terrors. Whether it met it's fate as the re- suit of conditions within or was sunk through the clever operations of a German submarine remains to be dis closed. From the nature of tho ex- plosion the admiralty is inclined to the former belief. sad as it may be, but if the uncertainty is ever clear ed there is no question but what the Germans can make 8 most valuable contribution thereto. They know, or will know, whether any submarine was responsible for the picking off of the Bulwark and through such aid as they can give to the clearing up of the disaster some better idea of the cause is bound to result in time, though the actual cause may never be known.
Norwich bulletin., 1914-11-28
NEUTRALITY OR PERrIcrPAT1on

It can bo easily understood as claim cd that the probable entrance uf Por- tusal into the war, OF tns declarat ton of it's willingness when 1t ia found advisable. will amount to bat Q drop in the bucket, but it means the es- pousal of the cause Of the allies. and under the prevailing conditions it is impossible to taD by how great a time it precedes the same action by other countries.
 Roumania and Italy have also been doing their best to keep out of the struggle. Nevertheless tdere is g. de- sire on the part of the people Of those countries for the recovery Of certain provinces and while some secret un- derstanding may exist which makes 1t apparent how they will cast their lot if they decide to get into the fight, there Is a strong feeling that they should participate. How long it will be possible to restrain this demand Is uncertain, but there is no question eS to which side win be chosen if