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told me
Telephone 29.
Dr. Robt. C. REDMOND
the
PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON
the
the
THE SUNDAY SCHOOL LESSON
said
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The
but how
so early
Maris rose from the table
blackness seemed to envel-
With a cry, the farmer’s
M.R.C.S. (England)
L.R.C.P. (London)
about her.
something
she’d been
tell
her
LAW, LOVE, AND TEMPERANCE
(International Temperance Sunday)
Sunday, Nov. 1.—Romans 13: 1-14.
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men
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be
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Golden Text:
It is good neither to eat flesh, nor
to drink wine, nor anything whereby
thy brother stnmbleth. (Rom. 14:21.)
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DR. W. M. CONNELL
PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON
Phone 19.
Thursday, October 29, 193?
W. A. CRAWFORD, M.D.
Physician and Surgeon ,
Located at the office of the late
Dr. J. P. Kennedy.
Phone 150 Wingham
WINGHAM ADVANCK-TIM^S
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by Ruth Harley
SYNOPSIS: Maris Trevor is dis
couraged because Rod O’Rorke
spends all his money developing an
invention which he hopes will pro
vide an income so that they can
marry. Maris thinks they should en
joy the present rather than deny
themselves for the future, She be
comes uncertain of her love for Rod.
Perhaps there would be more happi
ness with someone else.
» * *
"No thank you,” she said, and kept
on walking-
"We needa you. Come, we no hurt
you. Aha we ask is you stop and get
farmer give us some gas. Yes?”
"Certainly,” insisted the man, while
the other evil-looking occupant of the
car said, "That’s all we want, miss.
Can’t go much farther without gas,
and there ain’t any stations around.
Sometimes farmers ain’t so generous,
even if you offer them money. But
they’d do it for you, I guess.”
"Weil, I’m afraid they’ll think I’m
a tramp, for I certainly did have an
accident and my dress is a wreck.
A moment later she got in the car
and they started coasting down hill.
As they neared the end of the hill,
they saw a trim farmhouse and slow
ly came to a stop before it.
"Now, miss, you go and tell them
you want some gas, as you met with
an accident, and you want to get to
town. Then, after you get it we drive
you five miles and let you' go. Yes?
You understand?”
But as Maris went up the path
she was filled with a strange misgiv
ing. What sort of men were these,
she had been with? Why didn’t one
of them go and speak to the farmer?
They'd. been quite decent to her, put
her in the back seat and paid, little
attention to her.
But every now and then they had
whispered together. Once she heard
one say. "He’s a double-crosser, all
right.” And later the other man had
said, "Well, what would you expect
when he’s worked out this scheme
to trick his own father?”
Then they had been silent so long
that Maris wondered if they would
ever speak again. They did twice —
"Now, remember when they ask you
where the accident happened, you
tell them, ‘On the long road? ”
Again one whispered in a loud
voice, "Guess young Stan’s got the
fright of his life, trying to put us off
like that. The nerve, letting us do all
the dirty work and not even wanting
to pay for it, but insisting on having
all the profits. Well, we won’t let
him off sov easily next time.” And
the dark-complexioned man had flash
ed his companion an evil glance.
As Maris walked up to the door of
the house, she felt the concentrated
gaze of several pairs of eyes on her.
But in answer to her knock, the door
was opened just a little crack, while
Maris could hear the shuffle of heavy
shoes on the floor.
"Can you let us have some gas so
we can get to town?” she asked.
"We’ve had an accident.”
“You have?” said the farmer .open
ing the door a bit wider. “Maybe
you’d rather come in and get patch
ed up here. I'll send one of the boys
out to the car.”
Before she realized it, she was in
side the house, surrounded by several
county policemen. She tried to back
away. What had she landed in now,
she wondered.
"Don’t be scared, miss,” said one
of the men /‘but if you value your
life, tell us the truth. How far have
you come in that car?”
Maris looked helplessly
Then, sensing there
very wrong with
to Maris, “We’il follow you.” Then*
turning to his companion ,he said,
“Park the gats here. I guess they’re
a bunch of rubes. They don't know
who they’re going to entertain.”
By this time Maris had entered the
house, and the farmer quietly told her
to follow his daughter to the cellar.
“It’s the safest place. You’ve beeg
riding with a bunch of thugs. But I
reckon it’ll be their last ride for a
good long while.”
“Well,” said the farmer as the men
approached the door, “we were just
sitting down to breakfast and thought
maybe you’d like a bite if you been
having trouble with you car. So come
in and set down. We can get the gas
afterwards.” He showed them into
the low-ceilinged kitchen where
breakfast was set.
Wellington Mutual Fire
Insurance Co.
Established 1840.
Risks taken on all classes of insur
ance at reasonable rates.
Head Office, Guelph, Ont
ABNER COSENS, Agent.
Wingham,
The officer and his helpers quickly su bdued them.
DR. R. L. STEWART
PHYSICIAN
riding with them, she blurted out
truth.
“We’vj got them,” cried one of
men.
"Not yet, young fellow,” cried
other of the officers. “There’ll
murder done if we go out. Now,
tie girl, I hate to ask you to do it,
but will you go back to the car and
tell them—as innocent-like as you can
—that we’re just having breakfast
here and wouldn’t they like to come
in. Here, be biting into one of them
hot biscuits and tell them you’d like
to stay.”
Quickly Maris stepped outside, and,
running down the path, did as she
was toid. An angry scowl swept ac
ross the driver’s face. “We don’t want
any breakfast. Plenty of time to get
it when we get to the city. Go back
and tell them that.” The other man
looked disappointed' and started mut
tering. He was evidently hungry.
As they hung around .undecided,
the farmer opened the door and
ed out, "Ain’t you boys coming?
biscuits is' getting cold.”
“Better run along,” the driver
But as the driver of the car looked
around, he said. "1 think I’d like to
wash my hands first.”
"Yon would, would you?” cried an
officer, rushing in, His two compan
ions seized the other. "’Well, you’ll
be able to get that done in jail.”
Swearing in Italian and English,
the men tried to wriggle from their
captor’s arms, but the officer and his
helpers quickly subdued them. They
dragged them from the house, and
shoved them into their car which had
been nicely hidden beneath a '300-
vear-old lilac bush.
With the men safely out of the
house, the farmer went to the top of
the cellar steps. "Well. Mom, you
and the girls better come upstairs
now. That was a .pretty smart bit of
work, all right,” he said.
Then as they sat down to break
fast, the farmer told how word had
been flashed that a big truckful of
silk from one of the nearby mills had
been held up and driven away by the
robbers. But evidently there had been
some dispute about the sharing of the
booty, 'and two of the men had dis-
FACES DEATH “WITH SILLY THOUGHTS
The other day, Amy Mollison (2),
publicly announced she did not intend
becoming a "hypocritically tragic
'widow” aiiould her husband* Captain
James Mollison (1)* be killed* and
consequently would divorce her flying
career from his. As he awaits the day
set for the take-off on his projected
New York to London flight, which,
if successful* will be his fourth trans*
atlantie ait crossing, Captain Mbliison
soliloquizes to newspapermen that "a
man facing death tan have some silly
thoughts’*. While he fought a panicky
co-pilot for the controls of a trans
port ship during a bad storm in 1929*
he saidr he thought of his favorite bar,
appeared, in a small sedan.
The driver, left senseless at the
roadside, had finally come to, and
reaching the farmhouse had sent out
his S.O.S. to the police; But the car
with the archplotters had run out of
gas, and evidently taken a wrong road,
so that when it had. been sighted a
few miles up the road the police had
had time to get the word on the road,
and Mai is had played her part in their
capture,
"Well, you were fa mighty plucky
girl to ride with them thugs,
come you were on the road
in the morning?”
“There, Father, Maris has
all about it,” his daughter said. "It’s
all right, and just as soon as she gets
a cup of coffee she’s going to call
up her folks. She’s had her own
troubles, too, but I guess they’re over
now.”
"Well, well, that’s fine, and now 1
reckon I’d better get out to’ the fields
or we’ll never get any work done
with all this excitement, for even if
it’s Sunday the beasts must be fed,”
But as the men left the table, Maris,
turned to the farmer’s wife. "I won
der if you’d let mg call up Patsy
now?” she asked.
"Of course you may. The phone’s
right there,” and she pointed to the
hall.
But as
a sudden
ope her.
wife rose and rushed to her side just
in time to save her from striking her
head against the table.
The poor little girl! Quick, Tillie,
bring some cold water, and then turn
down the bed in the spare room. I
guess all this terrible excitement’s
been too much for her.”
When Maris opened her eyes again
she found herself in a cool, dormer-
windowed room, with snowy, white
curtains at the windows and a big
bowl of flowers on the window ledge.
She looked slowly around her. Where
was she, she wondered. It was a pret
ty room, but how had she ever got
there?
The generous-bosomed woman in
the 'quaiut-flowered-sprigged cotton
gown who was sitting by her side
said, “Feeling some better now, my
dear?”
"Oh, , yes,” she whispered. “I’m
afraid I’ve been an awful nuisance to
you. I must get home.”
. “No, no, not yet. You couldn’t rise
just yet, but if you can tell me where
your friends are, I’ll call them up.”
“Oh, but that would scare Patsy.
I’d better talk to her myself.” She
tried to rise, but slumped back on
the pillows again.
"There, my dear, you mustn’t try
just yet. Won’t you let me talk to
your folks? I’ll be mighty careful
what I say—tell them just what you
want me to.”
“All right. I guess you’d better,”
Maris said, and told her Patsy’s num
ber. Then she fell asleep again.
It was late in the afternoon when
she woke, and through the open win
dow drifted the lay hum of a laggard
bee, and the fragrance of fall flow
ers. She closed her eyes again as
once more she thought of the fate
she had escaped. s What a fool she
had been! SheM lost Rod, for of
course he wouldn’t be interested in
her any more.
She’d lost Stan. That was differ
ent. She was only too glad that she
had found out in time what a con
temptible cad he was. Maybe, after
all, Rowene had found out his real
character. She might well be con
gratulating herself on her escape.
Patsy had been right. Men like
Stan didn’t have much sense of honor
whete girls tike her were concerned.
She clenched her fists, as she thought
of her escape.
Thep she thought of what her crazy
infatuation had cost. Her job would
be gone, for of course she would nev
er go to Fayson’s again. She’d spent
nearly every penny in her savings ac
count So she could be all dressed up.
Now the very thought of the clothes
she had bought was hateful to her.
Once more she drifted off to sleep.
Then just as dusk was falling she
woke again, and suddenly sat up in
bed.
The door of her bedroom was soft
ly opened, and Patsy tiptoed lightly
to the bedside.' "Maris, honey,” she
whispered as she bent over her.
“Oh, Pat, you darling, will you ever
forgive me? I’ve been an awful fool*
and now when I’m stranded you’re
thp only one I could call on.” Her
eyes filled with tears.
"There*' Maris* there’s nothing to
forgive, I’m just so glad you were
lucky enough to strike folks like the
Dawsons. They’re insisting that Jim
my and I will stay1 Overnight too so
we won’t strike all the Sunday night
traffic?’
"And you’ll take me home with you*
Patsy* even if I'm broke and—”
"Of course we wilt, and we’re ont
going to say another thing about It
I knew you never really loved Stan
Fayson. You were carried away by
the glamour that surrounded, him;
But when you know all that we know
about him, you’ll thank your lucky
stars that you never went through
any marriage ceremony with him.”
Maris was silent. She could not
yet understand why she had fallen
for Stan's love-making, why she nev
er realized till their last ride what
the expression of scorn on thise lips
of his signified, nor what it might
mean to her to marry a man who
couldn’t get along without his whis
key.
She shut her eyes tightly, as she
turned to Patsy. “Oh, Patsy, if only
I could ever forget all this; if only
I’d listened to you!”
“There, Maris, don’t feel so badly.
You haven’t committed any crime
like Stan—there, I didn’t mean to
you,” she said as Maris opened
eyes wide and jumped up.
(Continued Next Week)
How to be a 'good, citizen: how to
be a good neighbor: how to be a good
Christian: these three practical ques
tions ire plainly answered by Paul.
Divinely inspired as he was to write
his Letter to the Romans, he gives us
God’s own answers.
Good citizens obey the laws of their
Government. But why should we feel
any obligation to obey the laws of
human governments'—haven’t we as
good a right aS any other human be
ings to decide for ourselves what we
shall do and not do? God’s answer
comes :"I.el every sould be subject
unto the higher powers. For there is
no power but of God.: the powers
that be are ordained of God.- Whoso
ever therefore resisteth the power,
resistcth the ordinance of God.” It is
plain that human rulers are meant by
"the powers that be.” Because man
fell from his original high estate by
sinning, arid "all have sinned,” man
must be governed; it was immediately
after the flood that God committed
the government of men into the hands
of men, (Gon. 0:6.)
This dees not mean that there may
not be corrupt taml evil rulers, for
such have often been in power. But
we must never forget that even when
the man in a place of governmental
authority is bad, and abuses his pow
er, nevertheless his office has been
ordained of God, and he is divinely
permitted to hold that office, We
must respect the office and obey hu
man laws except when they are plain
ly contrary to God’s revealed will*
then "we ought to obey God father
than men?* (Acts 5:^0.)
God requires that we be, not only
good citizens* but also good neigh*
bors. Several of the Ten Command*
Dr. W. A. McKibben, B.A.
PHYSICIAN And SURGEON
Located at the Office of the Late
Dr. H. W, Colborne.
Office Phone 54, Nights 107
HARRY FRY 1
Licensed Embalmer and j
Fumeral Director ■
Furniture and
Funeral Service
Ambulance Service,
Phones: Day 117. Night IM. <
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J. W. BUSHFIELD
Barrister, Solicitor* Notary, Etc.
Money to Loan.
Office — Meyer Block, Wingham
Successor to Dudley Holmes.
THOMAS FELLS
AUCTIONEER
REAL ESTATE SOLD •
A Thorough knowledge of Farm
Stock.
Phone 231* Wingharn.
5? ' ’
J. H. CRAWFORD
Barrister, Solicitor, Notary, Etc.
Successor to R. Vanstone.
Wingham Ontario
It Will Pay You to Have An
EXPERT AUCTIONEER
to conduct your sale.
See ;
T. R. BENNETT
At The Royal Service Station. *
Phone 174W.
R. S. HETHERINGTON
BARRISTER and SOLICITOR
Office ;— Morton Block.
| Telephone No. 66
J. ALVIN FOX
Licensed Drugless Practitioner ;
CHIROPRACTIC - DRUGLESS
THERAPY - RADIONIC
EQUIPMENT
Hours by Appointment.
Phone 191. Wingharn
F. A. PARKER
OSTEOPATH
All Diseases Treated,
Office adjoining residence next to
Anglican Church on Centre St.
Sunday by appointment.
Osteopathy Electricity
Phone 272. Hours, 9 a.m. to 8 p.m.
A. R. & F. E. DUVAL
CHIROPRACTORS
CHIROPRACTIC and
ELECTRO THERAPY
North Street — Wingham
Telephone 300.
Iments specify duties to neighbors,
naming against our fellow-men: adult-
MY “FIVE-STAR” PIE
ery, murder, theft, slander or false
witness, covetousness. The good nei
ghbor does none of these things.
What is the secret of good neigh
borliness? God’s answer comes:
“Thou, shall love thy neighbor as thy
self.” We have God’s laws in the
Commandments; and He says: there
fore love is the fulfilling of the law.”
Love is unselfish interest in the best
good of other people, as we saw last
week in our lesson in the immortal
chapter on love, First Corinthians 13.
Each one of the sins against neigh
bors, forbidden in the Ten Com
mandments, springs from putting our
selves ahead of our neighbors; get
ting something for ourselves, or sat
isfying our own desires, in such a
way as. to injure a fellow man. Real
love for our ,fellow men makes such
sins impossible.
Now comes the practical question:
how can we be good citizens and good
neighbors? There is only one sufe,
always effective way. “But put ye
on the Lord Jesus Christ,” is the sim
ple but miraculous secret.
Is this just a beautiful figure of
speech? Far from it; it is a literal
transaction and experience. There is
only one way of doing it, and that is,
after confessing ourselves as lost and
hopeless sinners, to receive Jesus
Christ as our personal Saviour, thank
ing God! that He died for our sins
and rose again, and accepting His
great sacrifice just as we would ac
cept a great gift from sonje loved,
friend.
Then a miracle happens. God
brings to pass the new birth for us;
we are born again from above and
entirely new life begins in us, which
is Christ Himself. The Holy Spirit
joins us to Christ just as a husband
man or gardener grafts a slip or shoot
into a growing/ vine or tree. Christ
and the believer become one organ
ism, one body, the believer being tak
en into Christ, and Christ entering
into the believer.
In this way we can “put oh the
Lord Jesus Christ,” and have God’s
own love in our hearts for our neigh
bor's and fellowmen* and. keep the
laws of cur Government as good cit
izens.
The good citizen, the good neigh
bor* the good Christian, is a temper
ate man. He believes hi and practices
temperance, which is self-control. In
temperance, one form of which is in
toxication or drunkehness, is lack of
sdif-cotitrol, and is certainly not
Christian. Paul mentions it by name
in this lesson* and pleads with all
Christians to put it away as they "cast
off the works of darkness.”
If there are governmental temper
ance laws* our Christianity demands
that we obey them. When there are
no such laws, ottr Christianity de
mands just as plainly that we show
In our lives the fruit of the Spirit*
which Includes temperance, or self
control (Gal. W)/
By Betty Barclay
Chocolate* has been a favourite
flavor with the male contingent ever
since cocoa beans were discovered in
th'e tropical jungles. Since pie is an
other traditional preference of the
gentlemen it's no wonder that a
' creamy smooth chocolate pie gets a
five-star rating in dessert popularity
when male palates do the judging.
This delicacy is also a five-star fav
orite with the housewife if she makes
it the quick, failure proof way with
sweetened condensed milk. Here’s a
recipe that take . only five minutes
cooking, yet the filling is never too
thick or too thin, It is always per
fect made with this magic milk.
* * *
Chocolate Pie '
2 squares unsweetened chocolate
1% cups (1 can) sweetened con
densed milk ,
cup water
Baked pie shell (8-inch)
Melt chocolate in top of double
boiler. Add sweetened condensed
. milk stirring over boiling water* for 5
minutes until mixture thickens. Add
water, stir until thoroughly blended.
Pour into baked pie shell. Garnish
with whipped cream if desired. Chill.
* * *
Fluffy Chocolate Pudding
2 squares unsweetened, chocolate
114 cups (1 can) sweetened con
densed milk
14, cup water
2 egg whites
Melt chocolate in top of double
boiler. Add. sweetened condensed milk
and stir over boiling water 5 min
utes until mixture thickens. Remove
from fire and add water. Let cool a-,
bout 5 minutes. Fold in stiffly beaten
egg whites. Pile in sherbet glasses.
Chill. Serves 6.
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