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Home My WebLink AboutThe Wingham Advance-Times, 1936-11-19, Page 6’*4 ii r PAGE SIX ■L dlTUJimWHW V WINGHAM ADVANCE-TIMES Thurs., November 19th, 193$ *> by Whatever they talked about, Mc Donald was not pleased, He kept hunching his coat collar, scowling, answering in short, sharp syllables. The pug’s bushy brows wriggled un til they met across his bent and twisted nose. The other newcomer talked on suavely xbut Dan knew he was laying down the law. Unable to linger at the cashier’s desk any longer, Colwell stepped out of the Waverly Clu’b bar. As he em erged on the sunlit street well filled with business people hurrying to or from lunch, the three he -watched made for the curb. McDonald signall ed a taxi. They climbed in, McDon ald in the middle, and the hack roll ed away. Dan gestured another cab. “I'm going where that green hack goes. But leave a little space between us.” He gave the driver a keen look. sir, mister, I need money but _.... 43 ’’The driver left off and accepted the bill Colwell poked at him. “Okay,” he grinned. “Hop in!” The ride was down Reed Street to the corner of Prospect Boulevard, one of the principal shopping streets of the city. There the taxicab in front turned north, Colwell’s driver follow ing. Dan guessed his quarry headed for the Lawyers and Doctors’ Build ing where Arthur McDonald main tained his law office. He could see the man head and shoulders through the rear window of his cab and catch occasional glimpses of his compan ions, one on either side. Colwell set tled back to smoke a cigarette. At the intersection with Broadway half the pavement was torn away for repairs and the resultant bottle neck caused a sweet traffic tie-up. Col- ■well’s cab halted immediately behind that of McDonald. On Dan’s left was the gaping hole of the street founda tion with bricks and shovels lying about and the tai- cooker boiling over a wood fire. Workmen squatted on the distant curb munching sandwiches. On Dan’s right was a big double deck bus. He smoked, peacefully ob livious to the honking as impatient drivers began to prod |he traffic cop who already must be perspiring right through his uniform. The tie-up got worse and worse and the honking grew louder, more insistent. Some body's big limousine up there had lost a wheel, that was the trouble now. Colwell bestirred himself when he saw two men pile out of McDonald’s cab. He could not help his pulse picking up speed. It was the striped suit gent and his smoother partner who got out. Dan blinked thought fully—then shrugged. McDonald still was visible as to head and shoulders through the rear window of the taxi. There was no thing colwell needed to telephone Mac’s beautiful wife yet. His thoughts swung to her, and he grinned. Mc Donald was lucky, if he only knew it. i Lawrence A. Keating The meter ticked busily. Colwell saw the two men who alighted from the taxi ahead separate and start carelessly for the sidewalk, He squinted after them, then at McDon ald. Dan muttered a curse, climbed to the street, and thrust a half dollar at his driver. “I can walk faster’n this,’’ he growled. He was not the only disgusted cit izen in the traffic knot at Broadway and Prospect. Eight or nine others, indignant and abusive, had forsaken cars in which they had been riding, for the big yellow double-deck bus. Dan waited until no one afoot was near; then he sauntered alongside Mc Donald’s cab and shot a’ straight, quick look in. His Adam’s apple jerked. But for the raucous, impatient honking on all sides the ejaculation that burst from his lips would have attracted instant notice. Experienced as lie was, this thing jarred him, made his chest feel clammy. out. Stiff in death, McDonald sat in the shabby green taxicab waiting for traffic to move! There is an arresting horror in the sight of a murdered man. It gripped the hack driver, held him taut until comprehension seeped to his brain of the the awful meaning of it. Colwell was in the clutch of amazement, but' years of experience at meeting such sights made him recover first. His movement to leav« the spot prompted the taxi man’s yell. “Police! Murder!” He howled it above the din of horns, and the throb of impatient motors, “A guy’s dead! There goes the fella! Help, police.” Dan’ saw a strip of white paper on the running board of the car which evidently had fallen unseen when those two men stepped out. He lean ed and snatched it up, then plunged for the back of the cab. His impulse was to race for the sidewalk after the killer but his anxious eyes failed to find them. And the red barricade set up at the gap of torn pavementriveted Another policeman probed Wellington Mutual Fire Insurance Co. Established l<840. Risks taken on all classes of insur ance at reasonable rates. Head Office, Guelph, Ont ABNER COSENS, Agent. Wingham. Dr. W. A. McKibbon, B.A. PHYSICIAN And SURGEON Located at the Office of the Late Dr. H. Wa Colborne. Office Phone 54.Nights 107 HARRY FRY Licensed Embalmer and Funeral Director Furniture and Funeral Service Ambulance Service. Phones: Day 117. Night !•>. the men stone of- Lawyers must be rumbled DR. R. L. STEWART PHYSICIAN Telephone 29. 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 Fann Stock. Phone 231, Wingham. Dr. Robt. C. REDMOND M.R.C.S. (England) L.R.C.P. (London) PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON DR. W. M. CONNELL PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON Phone 19. W. A. CRAWFORD, M.D. Physician and Surgeon Located at the office of the late Dr. J. P. Kennedy. - Phone 150 ’ Wingham 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 F. A. PARKER OSTEOPATH All Diseases Treated. Office adjoining residence next to Anglican Church on Centre St. Sunday by appointment. Osteopathy Electricity11 Phone 272. Hours, 9 a.m. to 8 p.m. J. ALVIN FOX Licensed Drugless Practitioner CHIROPRACTIC - DRUGLESS THERAPY - RADIONIC EQUIPMENT Hours by Appointment. Phone 191. Wingham A. R. & F. E. DUVAL CHIROPRACTORS CHIROPRACTIC and ELECTRO THERAPY North Street — Wingham Telephone 300. with horror on the slight, dandyish form, of Arthur McDonald in that taxi. His stare attracted the driver's at tention. It all happened in two or three seconds, five at most. Auto matically the taxi man glanced into his rear view mirror. He squirmed around. His gaunt countenance lost what little color too many cigarettes had left, and went blank. He bathed McDonald with”a terrified look, Wrenched his eyes to Dan, and i eturned them to his pas senger as if drawn by a magnet. The eyes of the shyster lawyer al most popped from their sockets. They were glazed. A long knife was buried to the hilt in his chest, stabbed through his expensive brown silk tie. His right hand actually hung on the haft of the weapon, as though in his agony he had tried to draw the thing MAYOR OF TORONTO DIES Wiiiitu Paul’s Saviour—the only Saviour of lost sinners. Paul was planning to visit Rome, and looked forward eag erly to this. He asked them to pray for him that he might “come unto you with joy by the will of God, and may with you be refreshed” (Rom. 15:32). Indeed, he dared to say by faith in Christ, “And I am sure that, when I come unto you, I shall come in the fulness of the blessing of the gospel of Christ.” (Rom. 15:29). That letter to the Romans, written by inspiration, is probably the great est, most comprehensive and reveal ing study of Christian doctrine and theology in the possession of man kind. The first verse of the fifth chapter was doubtless one of the great passages that open Martin Luther’s eyes and brought on the Reformation: “Therefore, being justified by faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ.” Paubwent on to say: “We glory in tribulations also: knowing that tribu lation worketh patience; and patience, experience; and experience, hope; and hope maketh. not ashamed.” Was Paul the sort of man that preaches, but does not practice? Was it 'easy for him to theorize about tribulation, and then did lie break down when tribulation actually came. We have the answer in this lesson. Paul wrote his letter from Corinth, about A.D, 60. Some three years lat er his eager longing to visit Rome and the Christians there was fulfilled—but in a strange and unexpected way. We saw last week' how Paul was attack ed by the Jews in Jerusalem, rescued by the Roman guard, and sent to Caesarea a prisoner. His case came up before different Roman Governors, Felix and Festus, and finally, as Paul saw that there was dangner of'his being sent back to Jerusalem where he might have been slain byjnob vi olence, he said unto Caesar.” As a Roman have had To Ease a Headache Fast Get Real Quick-Acting, ___ Quick-Dissolving “ASPIRIN” the New financial[ with drawn revolver. changed his mind. He turned around the rear of the bus just as a gaseous cloud poured from its exhaust. In the nick of time as it picked up speed he flipped on the back platform where the conductor stood, They stared at each other. If the fellow had made a move to seize him Dan would have broken sis jaw. But the conductor merely seemed startled to pick up a passenger at this spot. He offered his pistol-grip fare box. Colwell fumbled in his vest and pro duced a dime which he stuffed in the slot to the tinkle of a little bell. He shouldered past the conductor up the winding stairway, slinking into a rear seat where he twisted to look back, at the same time reaching for a hand kerchief with which to mop his per spiration-beaded countenace. Set to shadow McDonald, he had allowed those two men to murder him! He ‘cursed himself roundly. Col well’s square jaw set. This must have been planned with consdierable sud denness, or the slaying may have been impulsive. McDonald may have grown fractious there in the green cab. The killers ha cl silenced him and then hastily turned his pockets inside out, evidently knowing well what they wanted. In the wake of his bus Dan saw the harrassed traffic cop run for the hack which impeded a long line of cars. People swarmed from all directions towards the gesticulating taxi driver, even some of the street repair men running across the raw wound in the pavement. The chauffeur, in the street now, yelled louder, howled more oaths and wrenched the handle of the tdn- neau door. He stepped back with an other howl. Meanwhile, other traffic rolled coldly away with the same al acrity it had knotted. The lumbering double-decker pro gressed half a block. Dan relaxed somewhat with a sense of tremendous relief. The cab driver had not seen him board the bus. But what tensed him again was knawing realization that he had not followed the flight of the two killers! It was to trail them that instinctively almost, he had got himself out of the confusion ,pf the murder discovery. He peered back, his eyes roving to the sidewalk yvhere another policeman tried to keep a fast-swelling crowd under control while a partner who had appeared from somewhere, probed with drawn revlover through the mob surrounding the cab to seize whom ever the panicky driver might accuse, Colwell discovered the slip of pap er crumpled in his moist palm. He smoothed It quickly and frowned at the figures inked thereon. <T1iey were 706-447, and below that, 229. What did they mean? He thought a moment, shrugged, glanced back. An urgent hunch, or perhaps it was his background of experience, prompted him to go down the flight of steps, The bus slowed and stopped at the next corner. The conductor busily collecting fares inside did. not see Colwell alight. He heard a grimy mewsboy yell to another across the street; “Hey Ike, watcha think? Guy murdered down there in a cab!” Hurrying back to the scene, Colwell involved himself in the tide of cur ious, thrill-seeking humanity. He had tucked that bit of white paper into his vest. It must be a page out of a notebook of Arthur McDonald. That was a bestial way to murder! The knife wielder must know something of anatomy; he had plunged his cold blade to the precise spot which would paralyze the victim’s power of shout ing out and giving the alarm. In the crowd that was now being roughly jostled by four policemen he searched face after face to locate the two riders with Arthur McDonald. After a moment of fruitless effort Colwell worked himself inot the clear. He was in the nick of time to glimpse two backs as the very men he sought strode west toward Alton Street. They must have lingered to make cer tain their victim was dead, One back wore that striped suit, the other, the dark suit. Colwell followed them. They passed into the Illinois Build ing lobby, exited through a candy store, went into the arcade of the Miller a few, doors north, That was to shake pursuit—although Dan fig ured the pair felt secure as it was. Just a precaution. His lips thinned in a grim smile. They hadn’t shaken him and they wouldn’t! As he rather anticipated, finally entered the tall, dark fice building known as the and Doctors. Colwell let them enter an elevator while he paused before the wall directory. He took the next car to the eleventh floor. Sure en-- ough, as- he glimpsed the two just disappearing within the opaque glass ed suite that bore the black lettering “Arthur H. McDonald, Attorney At Law.” The corridor door remained swung wide. Colwell lounged nearer to hear, if possible, what was said. It the dark suited man who something to the office girl. “I’m sorry, Mr. Quillen, but Mr. McDonald hasn’t returned yet from lunch.” “I sec. Miss Jennings, meet my friend, Mr. Bradshaw. Well, Jim, we might as- well stick around, eh? You expect him back soon, Miss Jenn ings?” “Oh yes, any minute. Just make yourselves comfortable, please. Why!” she exclaimed. “Mr. Quillen!” Colwell heard a chair smash into another or against the wall. “It’s— all right. . I*—I’m all right,” came Quillen’s voice, and again the wor ried, fearful gasp of the girl. Dan strolled,past the anteroom. He glimpsed Miss Jennings and the fellow- named Bradshaw, one at either side of Quillfn, half carrying him to an inner office. Quillen sank limply into a broad leather chair. His partner fan ned him -with his hat. ‘ He turned to the girl, spoke urgently to her. “—not feeling well all day. Heart seems a little off and—” Quickly she brought a glass of water, which Bradshaw held to his friend’s lips. While he did so he made some request of the secretary. She started from the Office but waited as he called to her. The girl stepped back for a bit of paper he, took from Quillen’s vest pocket. “That’s the formula. Have him make ’’em up quick—but take time to be right! They’re dangerous if they aint’ made up right, see? Do^i’t wor ry, sister, but kind of step on it. Phar macy two floors up, you say? 1’11 take care of him.” Colwell was intent on the building directory when the sweet and intelli gent looking brunette sped from Mc Donald’s office on tiny heels that clicked sharply across the white mar ble floor. She sighed her worried dis appointment that no elevator was nigh. She scarcely glanced at Dan Colwell, but clutching the prescrip tion for Quillen's heart medicine, turn ed and scurried for the stairway. (Continued Next Week) out till did / to Festus, “I appeal See How “ASPIRIN” TabletsWork In 2 seconds by stop, watch, an “Aspirin" tablet starts to disinte grate and go to work. Drop an “Aspirin” tab let into a glass of water. By the time it hits the bottom of the glass it is disintegrating. What happens in this glass , . . happens in your stomach. w n it !>■!■ L — II MW fl W —i n — ii — n —w n — ri wi | THE SUNDAY SCHOOL LESSON AN AMBASSADOR IN CHAINS Sunday, Nov. 22.—Acts 25: 1-12 28: 16-31; Romans, 5:1-11; Philitpp ians 1:12-14; 4:22. Golden Text: I can do all things through Christ which strengthened me, (Phil, 4:13.) For QUICK Relief If you suffer from headaches what you want is quick relief. "Aspirin” tablets give quick re lief, for one reason, because they dissolve or disintegrate almost in stantly they touch moisture. (Note;', illustration above.) Hence-—when you take an “Aspi rin” tablet it starts to dissolve al most as quickly as you swallow it. And thus is ready to start working: almost instantly . . . headaches*, neuralgia and neuritis pains start, easing almost at once. • "Aspirin” tablets are made in. Canada. “Aspirin” is the registered, trade-mark of the Bayer Company*. Limited, of Windsor, Ontario. Look for the name Bayer in the form of a. cross on every tablet. Tryit.iYou’ll say it’s marvelous- Would he be likely to get the same sort of true, radiant, living witness to the. Lord that he must from Paul? There are intimations in Testament that Paul had means of his own, and we read of his Roman imprisonment that “Paul dwelt two whole years‘in his own hired house, and received all that came in unto him.” Although a prisoner, the apostle sent for the leading Jews of Rome and laid his whole case before them. He told of the accusations that had been made falsely against him in Jerusalem,, and boldly he told his hearers, about their Messiah, Jesus Christ explaining: “For the hope of Israel I am bound with this chain.” The Jews listened to him courteous ly, and “there came many to him in to his lodging; to whom he expound ed and testified the Kingdom of God, persuading them concerning Jesus, both out of the law of Moses and of the prophets, from morning evening.” As always, some believed, some not. Some were saved, some were lost. .But Paul kept on faithfully with- his witness, “preaching the Kingdom of God, and teaching those things which concern the Lord Jesus Christ, with all confidence, no man forbid ding him.” Paul was proving that he practiced what he preached. He was glorying in his tribulations. See what he writes from his Roman imprisonment in his letter to the Christians at Phillippi: “But I would ye should un derstand; brethrefi, that the things which happened unto me have fallen i out rather unto the furtherance of the gospel; so that my bonds in Christ ate manifest in all the place, and in all other places; and many of the bre thren in the Lord, waxing confident by my bonds, are much more bold to speak the AVord without fear.” What a glorious testimony this apostle always gave! Some good Christian people in his shoes would have broken down and cried out that it was more than they could bear! But Paul glorified in it all, He actu ally declared that he was able to preach Christ, not in spite of his im prisonment, but all the more and bet ter because of his imprisonment. And the close of his radiant Epistle to the Philippians brings the greeting from Rome! “All t|ie saints salute you, chiefly they that ate of Caesar’s household.” Because Paul had dared to demand, “I appeal unto some of the members of household passed from death I Demand and Get- 4 . ASPIRIN^'™. LOOK FOR THE BAYER CROSS ♦citizen Paul had the right to appeal to a higher Roman court and the - Governor answered: “Hast thou appealed unto Caesar? Unto Caesar thou shalt go.” So Paul made his journey to Rome, with all his travelling expenses paid by the Roman Government—but as a prison er.in Rome, “the centurion delivered the prisoners to the captain of the guard: but Paul was suffered to dwell by himself with a soldier that kept him?’ It is believed that a Roman soldier was chained to Paul, as the custom, was; and some otic has called attention to the marvellous privilege of that soldier! What conversations about eternal things the two men must have had, as Paul told his guard about the Lord Jesus Christ, the Gos pel, the joy and salvation that soldier ( could have if he would, as well as Paul. The same writer has asked the searching question: mean to a soldier, to fee chained to of his great burden of love and sor row for the Jews. Did he hate them because they had tried, over and over again, tq murder him? Here is his answer: “I could wish that myself were accursed from Christ .for my brethren, my kinsmen according to the flesh.” The Golden Text was spoken by the Lord Jesus Christ Himself, It describes the Saviour, and it describes- Paul. Does it describe us today? ( Caesar Caesar t'c life, s with MONUMENTS at first cost Having our factory equipped with the most modern machinery for the exe- cution of high-class work, we ask you to see the largest display of monu ments of any retail factory in Ontario* All finished by sand blast machines. 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