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BET1MR CREAM
ETTER BUTTER
ETTER PRICES
We are now prepared to Grade your Cream honestly,
gather it twice a week and deliver at our Creamery each day
we lift it, We gather with covered truck to keep sun off it,
We pay a premium of 1 cent per lb, butter fat for
,,,Specials over that of No. 1 grade, and 8 cents per Ib, but-
ter -fat for No 1 grade over that of No. Z grade,
The basic principle of the improvement in the quality
of Ontario butter is the elimination of second and off grade
cream. This may be accomplished by paying the producer
of good cream a better price per pound of butter -fat titan
is paid to the producers of poor cream. We solicit your
patronage and co-operation for better market.
pleaggreWe will loan you a can.
See our Agent, T. C. MCCALL,
or Phone 2310, Brussels.
The Seaforth Creamery
his gray eyes studying sleeves .ciosety,
The welter took the Order and 'bent
away,
When he returned, the two men were
obviously M .bitter .quarrel, Colvet'e
tone, low pitched but violent, eoumled
steadily tn h •oo t h words
i the n ,tough his 15
were Inaudible. The waiter, as he set
the toot' upon the table, felt relief that
(:m vet's outburst had fatten on other
shoulders than his,
For nearly an hour the quarrel cep:
tlnuod with intermitted truces of sI
g- ets-
sr
rZBolmer` -4.
orm Haunted.
tad of Luke'
bower] ore-
'ing, wheat -
Lake Su-
traits of
right of
hannel,
e-nght-
eaw-
al o,
ocic
to
e
O'S,
nd,
the
spite
es, the
ery ship
fir every
trd and count-
drum
ountdrum to thirty -
en, as afterward
ant steel steamer
twenty-four of Its
ssenors; so—men
he requiem of the
rn with the schooner
e seventeen lost with
and so of a score of
nee only, it is told, has
nted wrong.
ght of the great storm of
1805, the drum beat the
sinking skip. VOne, two,
e hearers counted the drum
line and agaln, in their inter-
ut booming, to twenty-four. They
ted, therefore, for report of a ship
t with twenty-four lives; no such
ews came. The new steel freighter
lfiwaka, on her midden trip during
the storm with twenty -five --not twen-
ty-four—aboard never made her port;
00 news was over heard tetra her; no
wreckage ever was frionrl. On title ner
conn. throughout the ia,uii!es u'heee
fathers. hroth re and sons were the
officers and crew of the 'll at t there
re
tittered for a time a t ii rn,e tedief
that one of the teen on the ;,:iwn'c",
W118 saved; that strne•h c. ,u toll ...V.
he was olive :Ind tuttarr
day of the de•.trn••;l"u of u•r
was fixed re f ite•e• • •••r 0 Its t''o e
fit which •he ,r••:•• . • qh t .. ,•,• .,
lookout ni tit • 5-,•. It•:• tit • ,. .
fixed AS live n'r•t ' . In l'•
only by the mitt,dim. of 1 drtr. i,
Storni--ilio s 111-'0 ,„fr 1n
slnsh of the'entry 11 ••' ! .
tling dovtt the e.,...1 t 1 t n ::1 -f
the lel a W1'' 1
heuvv stns title fres! en ,,
the hunt Penh, '11 rials co,,r ,
titulars' or ire, dntth-t„•-e (ow,
nten—timet the ar't:it lo•t f,•t•v !... .
on the open I. tee. nt?'Irl ,tt.:•.•,•t
light ns well , •int"n'It to tit • , •
'1'Ite few ittestleitt•,: • !leen; t:' •1
hour of the 1; r.a•, ..n - t 1 1•;; ,• •
Iney attitudes It tlrr tie '• , •t
of their on's .I lea 1n• , II ! tt • .,
vitality et i.e.: neurit 1 1
bring on a 14,) „f
one, however, the •, •' t, 11 11 1 c :.
ti•nl•y effete. ,,' ', • ,
be paced now moa to tt
from 1110e 1'' 11114. 1,
rui)tly by 11 ttindow. ,
with finger nail the fee ., 1
for tut Iut,tttnt t 11001.•h thenttie t •
ing he hnd merle. then i, .': s•*,
raptly his nor , u•- t, t I' i' e ' 1
mei' sn uni.rst ter •, ;
since itis €tt•r:tt.i at '! . 'n! nt
bit
t
.eat Via,
!ff/ )11-7"---*–
s. es--' ` Il11,tstrations btj
I+vixlyea
oet o•e. none even alining mase woo
knew him hest had ventured to speak
to him.
The man who was pacing restlessly
Itnd alone the rooms of the Port Dear -
;torn Melt on this stormy afternoon
was the tmtn who, to most people, bod-
ied forth the life underlying all other
commerce thereabouts hot the toast
known. the life of the hakes.
The lakes, which mark unmistak-
ably those who get their Irving from
tb,•un,, bail put their marks on him.
Though he was slight in frame with a
spare, rtiwost nsc'olr' leanness. he hat;
the wiry strength and endurance of
time man whose youth had been passed
upon the water. lfe was very close
to sixt}' roils but Itis thick. sIi•aight
hair was still jet bittck 'exrcpt for a
slash of pure white n!•,t e tit remote:
his brows were black above his deep
blue eyes. Iits ncgmitnntnces, in ex-
plaining him to strangers. said he furl
lived too mach by himself or bt'e; hr
cud one man serve nt ;harm, the veal
• house which had he:'n unchntttted
In which nothing app.luv d to neve
needed replacing --sin,'" his wire ie',
him, suddenly anti limacolin ctry
ahnnt twenty years before. Cr"q'P
I said he looked more Icr"nrh. refet•rlt,g
• to itis father w•hn wits known to here
been a shin -hunter north of Into `u•
peeler in the 'GOB but who later mar
; rfed an English girl at Mackinac. and
Wttled down to become a trader in the
1 e't>ods of the North peninsula. where
Benems horn,
t During Itis boyhood met, came to the
petdustllu to cut timber; young Curvet
worked with them and began building
shills. 'Thirty -flue years ago he hnd
been only one of the hundreds with
i his fortune in the fate of a single het -
i tom; but today in Cleveland, in Du -
t loth, In Chicago, more titan a score
of great steamers under the names of
1 en rictus Interdependent companies
were owned or controlled by hien and
his two partners; Sherrill and young
Spenrtuatt.
Ile was a quiet, gentle -mannered
Moll. At times, however, he suffered
from fits of intense Irritability, and
1 these of late hid Increased in Ire-
! quency and violence. It hnd been no-
ticett that these outbursts occurred
gcnernity at titres of storm upon tete
i lake, but the mere threat of financial
loss through the destruction of one or
even more of his ships was not now
enough to cause them; it was believed
that they were the result of some oh-
scure physical reaction to the storm,
anti that this had grown upon him as
he grew older,
Today his Irritability wins SO
marked, his uneasiness so utuclt
greater titan anyone lead seen It be-
ll fore, that the attendant whom Corvet
• had sent, a half hour earlier, to re-
serve
o-serve his usuit table tor Mtn Its the
grill—"The table by the second win-
g dttw"—htt(1 started away without dar-
t ing to ash whether the table was to
be set for one or tnot'e. Corvet hlm-
self had corrected the omission; "For
two," he had shot after the than.
The tables, at this hour, were all
unoccupied. Corvet crossed to the
one he had reserved and sat down;
he turned Imntedlntely t0 the window
tat his side, and scraped on it a little
clear opening through which he could
I see the storm outside. Ten minutes
linter he leaked up sharply but did not
rise, as the man he had been await -
Ing -Spearman, the younger of his
two partners—camp M,
• Slfeartnan seated himself, his nig,
powerful hands clasped on the table,
For Nearly an Hour the Quarrel Con•
tinued, With Intermitted Truces of
Silence.
fence. The 'waiter, listening, as wait.
ers always do, caught at times single
sentences.
"You have had that ides for some
time?" he heard from Corvet,
"We have had an understanding for
more than a month."
"How definite?"
Speafntaree answer was not ntulihie.
but it more intensely agitated Corvet;
he dropped his fork and, after that
made no pretense of eating.
The waiter, following thls, caught
only single words. "Sherrill"—that,
of course, was the other partner. "Con.
stance"—that was Sherrill's daughter.
The other names he heard were names
of ships, But. as the quarrel went on,
the manners of the two men changed;'
Spearmnn, who at first had been. aa•
sailed by Corvet, now was assailing
him. Corvet sat back in' his seat,
while Spearman pulled atdits clear and
G
now and then took itlfrom his lips and
gestured with.,it between his fingers,
es' be jerked some ejaculation across
the table.
Curvet leaned over to the frosted
window, as he had done when alone,
and looked out. Spearman shot a com-
ment which mule Corvet wince and
draw back from the window; then
Spearman ruse. Corvet looked up at
him once and asked a question, to
which Spearman replied with a soap
of the burnt match down on the table;
he turned abruptly and strode from
the room. Corvet sat motionless.
The revulsion to self-control, some-
times even to apology, which ordiva-
rily followed C orvet's bursts of Irrita-
tion had not come to him; his agita-
tion plainly had Increased. He pushed
from him his uneaten luncheon and
got up slowly. Ile went out to the
cont room, where the attendant hand-
ed him his coat and hat.
He winced as he stepped out into
the smarting, blinding swirl of sleet,
but his shrinking was not physical; it
MIS mental, the unconscious reaction
to some thought the storm called up.
The hour was barely four o'clock, but
so dark was It with the storm that
the shop windows were lit; motorcars,
slipping and skidding up the broad
boulevard, with headlights burning,
Rept their signals clattering con-
stantly to warn other drivers blinded
by 'the snow. The sleet -swept side-
walks were almost deserted; here or
there, before a hotel or one of the
shops, a limousine came to the curb,
and the passengers clashed swiftly
across the walk to shelter.
Corvet turned northward along
Michigan avenue, facing into the gale.
The sleet beat upon his face and
lodged In the folds of his clouting
without his heeding it.
He continued to go north. He had
not seemed, In the beginning, to have
mettle conscious choice of this direc-
tion;
irertion; but now he was following 1t pur-
posely, Ile stopped once at a shop
which sold men's things to make a tel-
ephone call. He asked for 1MIiss Sher-
rill
herfill when the number answered; but
he did not wish to speak to her, he
said; he wanted merely to be sure she
would be there if he stopped In to
see her in half an hour. Then—nosh
agnln, He crossed the bridge. Now,
fifteen minutes later, he came in sight
of the lake once more.
Great houses, tate Sherrill house
among them, here face the Drive, the
bridle path, the strip of park, and the
wide stone esplanade which edges the
hake. Covert crossed to this espla-
nade. He did not stop at the Sherrill
house or look toward It, but went on
fully a quarter of a mile beyond it;
then he carne back, and with an oddly
strained and queer expression and at-
titude, he stood staring out Into the
lake,
Suddenly he tuned. Constance
Sherrill, seeing him from a window of
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ner none, has caugnt a cape amour ner
and run Out to him.
!'Uncle Denny!" she hailed him with
the affectionate name she had used
with her father's partner since site
was a baby, "Uncle Benny, aren't
you'Comtng in?"
"Yes," he said vaguely. "Yes, of
course" He made no move but re-
mained staring at her. "Connie!" he
exclaimed suddenly, with strange re-
proach to himself In his tone. "Con-
nie! Dear little Conniei"
"Why?" she asked him . "Uncle
Benny, what's the matter?"
"Has Spearman been here today?"
he asked, not looking at her.
"To see father?"
"No; t0 see you."
"Na"
He seized her wrist. "Don't see
him, when he comes!" he commanded.
"Uncle Benny!"
"Don't see him!" Corvet repeated.
"Ice's asked you to marry him, hasn't
he?"
Connie could not refuse the answer.
"Yes."
"And you?"
"Why—why, Uncle Benny, I haven't
answered him yet."
"Then don't --don't, do you under-
stand, Connie?"
She hesitated, frightened for him.
"I'll—I'fi tell you before I swinge, It
you wont me to, Pnele Fenny," she
granted.
"But If you should'n't he able to tell
me then, Connie; if you shouldn't—
want to then?" The humility of his
look perplexed her; if he had been
any othter man—any man except Uncle
Bennyjshe would have thought some.
shameful anti terrifyIng threat hung
over him ; but he broke off sharply.
"I must go home," he sold uncertainly.
"I must go home; then P1! come back.
Connie, you won't give him an answer
till 1 come back, will you?"
"No." He got her promise, half
frightened, half bewildered; then he
turned at once and went swiftly away
from her.
She ran back to the door of her fa-
ther's house. From there she saw him
reach the corner and turn west to go
to Astor street. He wns walling ram
idly and did not hesitnte.
How strangely he had acted! Con -
stance's uneasiness Increased when
the afternoon and evening passed
without his coming hack to see her mil
he had promised, but she reflected he
had not set any definite time when
she was to expect him. During the
night her anxiety grew still greater;
and in the morning she called his
house ep on the telephone, but the cell
was ubanewered. An hour later, she
called again; still getting no result,
she called her father at his office, and
told him of her anxiety about Uncle
Benny, but without repeating Mini
Uncle Benny had said to her or U,e
promise she had nude to Mtn. 10'. t.t
ther made light of her fears; Cncle
Benny, he reminded her, often artetl
queerly In bad weather. Only pertly
reassured, she called Uncle Benny's
house several more tittles during tete
morning, hut still got ne reply; tine
after luncheon she called het• father
again. to tell hint that she had re-
solved to get some one to go over to
the house with her.
Her father, to her surprise, forhade
this rather sharply; his voice, she
realized, was agitateri and crated, and
she asked him the reason; but instead
of answering her, he made her repeat
to him her conversation of the after-
noon
fternoon before with Uncle Benny, and
now he questioned her closely about IL
But when she, in her turn, tried to
question titin, he merely put her oft
and told her not to worry.
In the late afternoon, as dusk was
drawing Into dark, she stood at the
window, with one of those delusive
hopes which come during anxiety that,
because It was the time of day at
Which she had seen Uncle Benny walk-
ing by the lake the day before, she
might see him there again, when she
saw her father's motor approaching.
It was coming from the north, not
from the south as 11 would have been
11 he was coming from his otllce or his
club, and It had turned into the Drive
Prom the west. She knew, therefore,
that he was coning from Uncle Ben-
ny's house, and, as the car swerved
and wheeled in, she ran out Into the
hall to meet him.
He came in without taking off hat
or coat; she could see that he was
perturbed, greatly agitated.
"What Is It, father?" she ifemnnded.
"What has happened?"
"I do not know, my dear,"
"It Is something—something that
has happened to Uncle Benny?"
"I stn afraid so, deur--yes, But I
do not know what it is that has hap-
pened, or I would tell you,"
He put his orm about her and drew
her into a room opening off the hall—
his study. Ile made her repent again
10 him the conversation she had had
with [bele Benny and ten flim bow
he had aeted; but she saw that what
she told him did not help him.
Then he drew her toward him.
"Tell me, little daughter, You
have been a great deal with Uncle
Benny and have tniked with him; I
MY2ar
She Thought. "No, Father.+
want you to think carefully. Did you
ever hear him speak of any one called
Alan Conrad?"
She thought. "No, father,"
"No reference either to any one
living in Kansas, or a town there
called Blue Rapids?"
"No, father. Who is Man Conrad?"
"I do not know, deur. I never -heard
the name until to -day, and Harry
Spearman had never henrd it, But it
appears to be Intimately connected in
sone way with what. was troubling
Uncle Helm: yesteFdtty. He wrote a
letter" yesterday to Alun Conrad in
.B'lue Rapids :and mailed It himself;
and afterward he tried to get it back,
lint It already had been inken up and
was ou It; Way. 1 Ittv.e ten been able
to learn anything more about the letter
than that. To -day that name, Alan
Conrad, carte to me in quite another
way, in a way which makes It certain
that it Is closely oonne.cted with what-
ever has uttppened to Uncle Benny.
You 'are quite sure you never heard
him mention it, dear?"
J "Quite sure, father."
He released her and, still in his hat
and coat, went swiftly up the stairs.
She ran after him and found him
standing before a highboy in his dress-
ing room. He unlimited a thrower In
the highboy, and frcm within the
drawer he took a key. Then, still dis-
regarding her, he hurried back down-
stairs.
As she followed him, site caught up
a wrap and pulled it around her, He
, had told the chauffeur, site realized
. now, to wait; but as he reached the
door, he turned and stopped her.
"I would rather you did not come
with me, little daughter. I do not
know at all what it is that has hap-
pened—I will let you know as soon as
i fiu"
Thend of inalityt.in his tone stopped Iter
from argument. As the house door and
then the door of the limousine closed
after him, she went back toward the
window, slowly taking off the wrap.
For the moment she found it difficult
to think. Something had happened to
Uncle Benny, something terrible,
dreadful for those who loved him;
that was plain, though only the fact
and not its nature was known to her
or to her father; autl that something
teas eouuected—intimately connected,
her father had said—with a name
which no one who knew Uncle Benny
ever heard before, with the name of
Mao Conrad of Blue Rapids, Kansas.
"'ho wan this Alan Conrad, and what
could his connection be with Uncle
Benny so to precipitate disaster upon
Mini
CHAPTER I1
Who is Alan Conrad?
Tne recipient of the letter which
Benjamin Corvet had written and
later so excitedly attempted to re-
cover, was asking himself a question
which was almost tite same as the
question which Constance Shatrill had
asked. He was, the second morning
Inter, waiting for the first of the two
daily eastbound trains which stopped
at the little Manses town of Blue
Rapids which he called home. As
long as he could look beck into his life.
the question, who Is this person they
call Alan Conrad, and what um 1 to
the man who writes from Chicago, had
been the paramount enigma of exist-
ence for him. Since he was now
twenty-three, as nearly as he had been
able to approximate It, and as distinct
recollection of isolated, extraordinary
events went back to the time when he
was live, It was quite eighteen years
since he had first noticed the question
put to the people who had him -10
charge: "So this is little Alae Con-
rad. Who is he?"
Following the arrival of certain
letters, which were distinguisl.ed from
most others arriving at the house by
having no ink writing on the envelope
but just a sort of purple er blatlk
printing lite newspapers, Alan tn-
varinbiy received a dollar to spend
jest as he liked. To be sure, unless
"papa" took him to town, there was
notating for him to spend it 'mon; se,
likely enough, it went into the square
Iron bank, of which the key was lost;
but quite often he did spend It 110'
cording to plans agreed upon among
all hie friends and, in memory of thea..
Letterheads
Envelopes
Billheads
And all kinds of Business
Stationery printed at The
Post Publishing House.
We will do .a job that will
do credit to your business.
Look over your' stock of
Office Stationery and id It
requires replenishing caU
us by telephone 81,
The Post Publishing Nouse
occasions and in anticipation of the
next, "Alan's dollar" became a com-
munity institution among the children.
"Who gives It to you, Man?" was a
question more often asked, as rime
went un. The only answer Alan could
give was, "It comes from O..tengo."
The post -mark on the envelope, Alan
noticed, was always Chicago; that
was ail he ever could find out about
his dollar. He was about ten years
old when, for a reason as inexplicable
as the dollar's coming, the letters with
the typewritten addresses and the en-
closed money ceased.
Except for the loss of the dollar at
the end of every second month—a loss
much discussed by all the children
and not accepted as permanent till
more than two years had passed—
Alan felt no Immediate results from
the cessation of the letters from
Chicago. Papa and manta felt them
when the farm had to be given up, and
the family moved to the town, and
papa went to work in the woolen mill
beside the river.
Papa and mama. at first surprised
and dismayed by the stopping of the
letters, still Mune to time hope of the
fuutiliur, typewr!ter-ttduressed en-
velope appearing again; but when,
after two years, no more morel came,
resentment which had been steadily
growing against the person who had
sent the money began to turn against
Alan; and his -parents" told him all
they knew :bout him.
In 1506 they hod noticed an adver-
tisement for persons to care for a
child; they had answered it to the
office of the newspaper which printed
it. In response to the letter a man
called upon them and, after seeing
then and going around to see their
friends, had made arrangements with
them to take a boy of three, who was
in good health and came of good
people. He paid in advance hoard for
n year and agreed to send a certain
amount every two months after that
time. The man brought the hay;
whom he called Man Conrad, and left
hint. For seven years the money
agreed upon came; now it had ceased,
and papa had no way of finding the
man—the name given by him appeared
to be fictitious, and he had left no
address except "general delivery, Cht-
rttgo"—Papa knew nothing more than
that. He had advertised in the Chi-
rego papers after the money stopped
coming, and he had communicated
with every one named Conrad in or
near Chicago, but he had learned nnth-
ele. 'l'hus,at the age of tlttt•teen.
Alun definitely knew that what he
already had guessed—the fact tint he
belonged somewhere else than In the
'ittle brown house—was an that any
one there could tell him ; and the
lau,ttiedge gave persistence to ninny
internal gttesdonings. Where till he
',"torr? Who was be? Who was the
eon wife had brought him there? Had
the money ceased coning beesllSP the
norsun who sent It was dead? In
that ease. connection of Alan with the
Idare where he belonged was per-
ettetently hrnlren. Or would some other
ronuntanicatlun from that source reach
hon snipe time—if not money, then
(Continued Next Week)
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The sun is using itself up at the
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It is, so large, however, that at this
rate it will not be reduced to the
size of the earth for about 100,000,-
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There are a great many ways to do a ?ob of
printing ; but quality printing is only done one
way—THE BEST. We do printing of all kinds,
and no matter what your needs may be, from
name card to booklet, we do it the quality way.
P, S.—We also do it in a way to gave you money.
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