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We are now prepared to Grade your Cream honeeely,
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 pregnant of 1 cent per lb. butter fat for
Speciale over that of'No, 1 grade, and 8' cents per lb. but-
ter -fel for No 1 grade over that of No, 2 grade.
The basic principle of the improveenent 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 (roam a better price per pound of butter -fat tone
is paid to the producers of poor cream,. We solicit your
patronage and co-operation for better market,
!1' -We will loan you a can.
See our Agent, T. C. ,MaCALL,
or Phone 2310, Brussels.
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By't`riIliam MacHarg
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IL'.ut at:.ns by IRWIN MYERS
Cotrirtuht L, [:,,w.n L.',.la,mr
auclerning else: il'oti(1 ne ne sent ror
some day?
Externally. Alan's learning toe little
that was known about himself made
nu change in his wuy or living; he
went to the town 0('13)01, meet) wee_
blued grammar and high tchools
under one roof; and, as he grew older,
he clerked lo one of the town stores
during vdeations and In the evenings.
Alan always carried his money home
as part payment of those arrears which
had mounted up ngnlnst him since the
letters Ceased eommg. At seventeen,
having finished high school, he was
clerking officially In Merrill's general
store, when the next letter came.
It Ras addressed this time not to
papa, but to Alan Conrad, He seized
it, tore it open, and a bank draft for
fifteen hundred dollars fell out. There
was no letter with the enclosure, no
'word of communication; just the draft
to the. order of Alan Conrad. Man
wrote the Chicago bank by which the
draft had been Issued; their reply
showed that the draft had been pur-
chased with currency. so there was no
record of the Identity of the person
who had sent R. More than that
amount was due for arrears for the
seven years during which no money
was sent, even when the total which
Alan had earned ivas deducted. So
Alan merely endorsed the draft over
to "father"; and that Pail Jim, Man's
taster brother, went to college. But,
when Jim discovered that it not only
was possible but planned at the uul-
rersity for a boy to work hia way
through, Man went also. 4
Four wonderful years followed. In
companlonshlp with educated people;
ideas and manners came to him which
he could not beep acquired at home
athletics straightened and added'bear-
ing to his muscular, well -formed
body; his pleasant, strong :mune face
acquired self-reilnnce ana.self-control
Lifo became filled with possibilities ton:
himself whlrh it had never held before,
But on his any of gredunti nt be
bad u r v the00 htid
a t ata
p
planned and the dreams he dr•eonu'd
and, conscious that his deht.10 father
and mother still remained unpaid, he
had returned tn rare for them: ror
father's health hnrl failed nnri Jin1, who
had opened a law °flee in [i;uusns
City, emixt do nothing to help,
No more money had followed the
draft from Chicago and there lend
been 00 coutnhundeatton of any kind;
but the recelpt of to considerable 8
sum had revived end inti?nsiHed ell
Alan's speculations about binlself. The
vague expertntion of his childhood
that sometime, In some way, 110 would
be "sent for"; ltn(1 grown tlarinir the
Inst six years to a di finite belief,
And now—nn the afternoon hero. e-
the summons lied, mime,
This time, ns he tore npen the en-
velope, he saw that heshle a meek.
there wee writing within—nn uneven
end nervous -louping but plainly legible
come 11/1 l en tine ill loughend, The
letter mode no explanation. it told
him, rather than niter him, to. 1,1111)1
to Chicago, gave 11)1'1'• hlarun lone
for the ,lo.u•ime, nail adviteel him to
telegraph when he steeled. .The
(peen was for a hmndred dollars to
pry his c penses, ('here and tenet
ivory signed by a tonne enm
strange to him. .
Ifo %va.1:11 dist feet ly r'!reef lvvireo
leg Ind, as he stand now nn the rt
platform of the little town.011%:id'm' tl,
ensthnnn(1 tr:,fn r Ih1l'o•1 ht a1•'
Metered til his pot Lit the leiter f :.
Chien 80,
On the train ne tone the letter rem
his pocket and for the dozenth time
reread it. Was Covert a relative? Was
11e the man who had sent the remit-
tances when Alan was a little boy.
and the one who later had sent the
On the Train He. Took the Letter
From His Pocket and for the Doz.
enth Time Reread It
fifteen hundred dollars?. Or was he
merely a go-between, perhaps a law-
yer? There was no letterhead to give
eel in these speculations. The ad-
dress to which Alam tuns to come watt
In Astor street. He hod never heard
the name of the street before. Was it
a business street, ferret's address In
some great office building, perhaps?
At Chicago Alan, following the
porter with his suitcase from the car.
stepped down among the crowds
hurrying to and from the trains. .He
was not confused, he was only In-
tensely excited. Acting in Implicit ac•
cnrd with the instructions of the letter,
which he knew by heart, he went to
the uniformed attendant tied en:enaed
a textenb—itself no small experience;
there would be no one et the station
to meet him. the letter hurl said, De
gave the Astor Street address and got
into the cab.
It had begun to snow heavily. For le
few Mocks the taxlcnh drove north
past more or less ordinary build-
ings. then turned oust on a broad
baultwerd where roil the and brick
and store minimums towered till their
roofs were Wiliam in the snowfall. A
t :un,;e stir std tingle, quite distinct
from 1 the mel r ."rot of the arrival al
the vtn,i at, pri ked in Alan's veins.
,lel I:a' lily he '"'11•, "1 the w mdow I•
his P1811t and gazed out. The Lite
110 he rod known 0)11(T 1110 geography
P east t Chicago;s 11(v to t.1
tin.c
therefore that void out there bayonet
tib perk was the lake or, at least, the
harbor•. A different of 01'011101) U1
came from It; sounds . . Suddenly
it all was shut oil; the taxlcat',
swerving a little, was dashing beta eel,
business blocks; a row of buildings
had risen ngatu upon the right; they
broke abruptly to show him a wooden -
welled chasm h1 wItieil (lowed the
river full of Ire with a tag dropping
its smokestack ns It cut below the
bridge which the cub crossed; build.
legs on both sides again; then. to the
right, n roaring, heaving crashing ex-
panse.
The sound, Alan knew, tied been
coming' to him as an undertone for
many minutes; now it overwhelmed,
Swallowed nil other sound. It ails
greet, not loud; all sound w'11ich Alan
had hefted before, except the soughing
of the wind over Ills prairies, Ca1110
from ono point; even the monstrous
city tnuenrur was ('catered 111 compete.
son'with this, Over tile Joke, as over
the lana, the soft snowflakes lazily
floater( down, scarcely stirred by the
slightest breeze; that 'r'oar teas the
voice of the wafer, that maid power
Its own,
Alan choked and gasped for breath,
his pulses pounding In ills throat; lie
ha(1 snatched off Ills hat and, leaning
out of the window sucked the lake air
In his lungs. There had been nothing
.to matte him eepeot tits oveewhehming
Crush of feeling.. The lake—he flee
thought of it, of course, .ea a great
body of water, an interesting sight
for a prairie boy to see; that was all,
No physlcal experience in ail, his
memory had affected .film like this;
SW 1 was withoutt o •• the
t tic warning; tl
strange thing that pati stirred within
him l
I ! 1 ns the ear brought him to the
Drive downtown was strengthened
now a thousand•fnid; it amazed, half.
frightened, half dizzied hint. Now, as
the 'Motor suddenly swung around a
corner and shut the sight of the hike
train him, Alan eat hack breathless.
The car swerved to the east curl
about the middle of the Week and
came to a Stop. The [mouse before
which it had halted Was a large stone
house of quiet, good design; It was
some generation elder, apparently,
than tine houses on each side of it,
which were brlek end terra cotta of
recent fasitlonable architecture; Alan
only glanced at them long enough 80
get that impression before he opened
the cab door and got out; but as the
cab drove away, he stood beside his
suitcase looking up at the old house
which bore the number given In Ben-
jamin Corset's letter, then around et
the other houses and back to that
again,
The neighborhood obviously. pre-
cluded the probability of Corvet's be-
ing merely a lawyer—a go-between,
He must be some relative; the ques-
tion ever present in Alan's thought
since the receipt of the letter, but held
In abeyance, as to the possibility and
nearness of ()tweet's relation to him,
took sharper and more exact forth
now than he had dared to let It take
before. Was his relationship to
Corvet, perhaps, the closest of all re-
lationships? Was Corvet his .
fethet•? He checked the question
within himself, for the time had
passed for mere speculation upon it
now. Alan was trembling excitedly;
for—whoever Corvet might be—the
enigma of Alan's existence was going
to be answered when he had entered
that house. Re was goleg t0 know
who he was. All the possibilities, the
responsibilities,- the attachments, the
opportunities, perhaps, of that person
whom he was—but whom, as yet, he
did not know—were before him. Fie
went up the steps and. with lagers
excitedly unsteady, he pushed the bell
beside the door.
T.ime door opened almost Instantly—
so quickly after the ring, indeed, that
Man, with leaping throb of his heart,
knew that sante tete must have been
awaiting him. But the door opened
only half way, and the man who stood
within, gazing out at Man question-
ingly, was obviously a servant.
."What is it?" he asked, as Mao
stood looking at hits and past hits to
the narrow section of darkened hall
which tens In sight.
Alan put his hand over the letter
in his pocket. "I've come to see Mr.
Corvet," he said—"Dir. Benjamin
Corvet."
"What Is your mane?"
Man gave his name; the man re-
peated It after him, In the manner of
a trained servant, quite without in-
flection, Alan, not familiar with such
tones, waited uncertainly. So far as
he could tell• the name wits entirely
strange to the servant, awakening
neither welcome nor opposition, but
indifference. The man stepped back,
but not he such a manner a8 to Melte
Alan in; on the contrary, he half
closed the door as he stepped back,
leaving It open only an inch or two;
but it was enough so that Man beard
him say to some one within:
"He says he's him."
"Ask 131111 lm ; 1 will speak to him,"
It was a girl's voice—this second one,
a voice such es Alan never had heard
before. It was low and soft but quite
clear and distinct, with youthful, Im-
pulsive modulations and the mmnner
of accent which Alan knew must go
with the sort of people who lived in
houses like those on this street,
The servant, obeytug the voice, re-
turned and opened wide the door.
"Will You come in, sir?"
Alan part down his sultcnse on the
stole porch; the man made no move
to .pick It un and bring it tn. Then
Alun etepped into the hall face to face
with the girl who had come from the
big room on the right.
she was quite a yoummg girl—not
over twenty-one or twenty-two, klan
jalged ; Ilke girls brought up 1n
s s.
wenhhy ?ninnies, .h0 .cooled to Alan
to hnve !mined young womanhood In
far greater degree In some respects
than the girls he knew, w'hite, et the
same thee, 1n other ways, she retalued
mare than they some characterlsties
of a child. Der slender figure had a
Wmuaa's assurance and grace; her
soft brown hair was dressed like a
w•umau's; her gray eyes had the oven
riim'm'tness of the girl, tier face—
smoothly oval, with straight brows
and u skin so delicate that at the
temples the veins showed dimly blue—
WAS
lues11'118 Al 01100 womanly end youthful;
and there was something altogether
ilkabte 8u01 simple about her, ns she
studied Alen now. She ryas slightly
pule, Ile noticed, and there were lines
of strain and trouble about ber eyes.
"i nm Constance Sherrill," she an-
nounced. Her tone implied quite evi-
dently that she expected hint to hove
some knowledge of her, and she scented
surprised to see that her name tad not
(1101111 more to 111(11.
"Air. Corvet 1s not here this morn-
ing," she sold.
Ila hesitated, but persisted: "1 was
to see 'him here today, Miss Sherrill.
Be,wrote me, and I telegraphed hits 1
would be here to -day."
"I kneel," she mlSwered, "We had
your telegram, htr. Corvet was not
here when It enure, so my father
opened it." tier voice broke oddly,
and he Owned her in Indoelsioh. were
Bering wlwo that Lather might .be that
.opened Mt', Corvot's telogsame,
Curvet went .away very sud-
denly,,' she explaleed, She seemed, he
thought, to be trying to iueke soma•
thing plain to him willdb might be a
shock to hint ; yet borselt to be un•
'erlalu what the neturs of ttrnt shock
Molt scrutinizing-,
la was Cl' til! n
m be,Herk n s ut
fhtl
gb,
questioning, anxious, but not un-
friendly. "After he lied written you
and something- else had happened--
1
appened-1 think -.-to alarm my :father about
hint, father cattle here to his house to
look after" him, Ile thought 8olne-
thlog might have... hnppened to Mr.
Curvet here in his beuse, But Mr.
Cotyet was not here,"
"You wenn he hos—disappeared?"
"Yes; he has disappeared."
Alan gazed at Iter dizzily, Bettie.
min Corvet—whoever he might be—
Alan Crazed at Her Dizzily—BenJamin
Corvet.--
had disappeared; he had gone. Did
any one else, then, know about Alan
Conrad?
"No one has seen lir. Comet." she
said, "since the day he wrote to
you, We knew that—that be became
so disturbed after doing that—
writing
to you—that we thought you most
brio; with you Information of him."
"Information 1"
"So we have been waiting for you
to come here and tell us what you
know about him or—or your connec-
tion with him."
CHAPTER III
Discussion of a Shadow
Man, as he looked confusedly and
biamtkly at her, made no attempt to
(10500• the question she had asked,
or to explain. ells silence and con-
fusion, he knew, must seem to Con-
stance Sherrill uuwilitngness to an-
swer her; for she did not suspect that
he was unable to answer her.
"You would rather explain to father
than to me," she decided.
Ile hesitated. What he wanted now
was time to think, to teurn who she
was and who her father was, and to
adjust himself to this strange reversal
of his expectations.
"Yes; I would rather do that," he
said.
She caught up her fur collar and
muff trete a chair and spoke a word
to the servant. As she went out on
to the porch,• he followed her and
stooped to pick up his suitcase.
"Simmons will bring that," she said,
"unless you'd rather have it with you.
It is only a short walk."
They turned In at the entrance of a
house In the middle of the block and
went up the low, wide stone steps;
the door opened to them without ring
or knock; a servant In the hall within
took Alan's hat and coat, and he fol-
lowed Constance past seine great room
upon his right to a smaller one farther
down die hale
"R'lii emu wait here. please?" she
asked.
Ile sat down, and she left him;
when her footsteps hied died may, and
he could hear no other sounds except
the occasional soft trend of some
servant, be twisted httneelf about in
his choir and looked around. Wile
were these ;timeline? Who was Cor-
vet
orvet and what was his relation to the
Sherrills? Whet, beyond cit. was their
and Corvet't relation to Alan Conrad—
to himself? The shock and confusion
he lied felt at the nature of his recep-
tion lu Curvet's house, end the strange-
ness of his transition from his little
Rums town to a piece and people
such as this, had prevented hint from
inquiring directly from Constance
'Sherrill as to that; and, on her part,
she had nssutnetl, plainl3•, that be
already knew and need not be told.:
Ile straightened and looked about,
then got. up, as Gnmstalce Sherrill
came hack into the room.
"leather is not here just now," she
said, ,,eve weren't 811.0 from your
telegvsmu exactly at what hour yo'u
would arrive, and that was why I
waited tit Dir. Corvet's to be sure we
wouldn't miss you. I have telephoned
father, and he's coaling home at once,"
She hesitated all Instant In the door-
way, then turned to go out again. c
"Miss Sherrill—" he said.
She halted, "Yes."
"You told me you had been waiting
for the to c01ite end menlalfl my con-
mectiotl with Dir. Corvet. well --I
can't do that; that is what I came
here hoping to find ant"
She came beet; toward hien slowly,
"What tin yell mean?" she asked.
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resolutely the excitement to his voice,
as he told her rapidly the little he
knew about himself.
Be could not tell definitely bow she
was affected by what he said. She
Hushed slightly, following ber 9rst
start of surprise after he had begun
to speak; when he had finished, he
saw that she was a little pale.
"Then you don't know anything
about Mr, Corvet at all," she said.
"No; until I got his letter sending
for me here, I'd never seen or heard
his name."
She was thoughtful for a moment.
"Thank you for telling rte," she said.
"I'U tell my father when he comes,"
"Your father is--?" he ventured.
She understood now that the name
of Sherrill had meant nothing to him,
"Father Is Mr. Corvet's closest friend,
and hie business partner as well," she
explained.
He thought she was going to tell
r him something more about them; but
she seemed to decide to leave that for
her father to do. She crossed to the
big chair beside the grate and seated
herself. As she sat looking at itim,
hands clasped beneath her chin, and
her elbows resting on the arm of the
chair, there was etteteiletion and in.
terest in her gaze; but she did not
ask him anything more about himself.
She, he saw, was listening, like him-
self, for the sound of Sberrill's ar-
rival at the house; and wben It eame
she recognized it first, rose, and ex-
cused herself. He heard her voice in
the hall, then her father's deeper voice
which answered; and ten minutes
later, he looked up W see the men
these things had told hits must be
Sherrill standing In the door and look-
ing at him.
Alan had arisen at sight of him;
Sherrill, as he came in, motioned him
hack to les seat; he did not sit down
himself, but crossed to the mantel and
leaned against it.
"I. am Lawrence Sherrill," he said.
( As the tall, graceful, thoughtful
man stood looking down at him, Man
could tell nothing of the attitude of
this friend of Benjamin Corvet to-
ward himself. His manner had the
same reserve toward Alau, the same
questioning consideration of him, that
Constance Sherrill bad had after Alan
had told her about himself.
"Sty daughter has repeated to me
what you told her, Mr. Conrad,"
Sherrill observed. "Is there anything
you want to add to me regarding
that?"
"There's nothing I can add," Alan
answered. "I told ber all that I know
about myself."
"And about Mr. Corvet?"
"I know nothing at all about Mr.
Corvet"
I stn going to tell you some things
about Mr. Corvet," Sherrill said. "I
had reason—I do not want to ex -plain
just yet what that reason was—for
Milking you could tell us certain
things about Dir. Corvet, which would,
perhaps, make plainer what has hap-
pened to him. When I tell you about
him now, It is In the hope that, In
that way, I may nwelte some forgotten
memory of him In you; if not that,
you may discover some Coincidence of
da"es or events In CN'vet's rife with
dates or events hi your Dian. Will you
tell Inc frankly, if you do discover any-
thing like that?"
"Yes; eertninly."
For several moments Sherrill paced
up and clown before the fire; then be
returned to bis place before the
tuaotei.
"I first met Benjamin Corvet," he
commenced; "nearly thirty years ago,
I had come West for the first time
the year before; I was about your own
age and had been graduated from
college only a short time, and a Mist-
imes opening Imd offered itself here.
Times were bt-oming on the Great
Lakes. Chicago, which bad mere than
recovered from the fire, was doubling
its population every decade; Cleve.
h.tid, Duluth, and Milwaukee were
leaping up as pmts. Dien were grow-
ing millions of bushels of grain whlel
they couldn't ship 0cru t by lake:
hundreds of thousands of tons of ore
had to go by wiper; and there w'er.
tens of millions of feet of pine AM;
hardwood from the DIlehlgnn forests.
Sailing vessels, it is true, had sec)
their dry and were dlsappenrIng from
the lakes; were being 'sold; Homy of
them, as the saying is, 'tn the insmr-
ance companies' by deliberate w•reei .
Ing. Steamers were taking their reeve.
Towing heel come in, T felt, young
men though I was, that rhes trans-
portation mutter was all one ihdug,
mid ih11t In the end the railroads
would own the ships. I have never
engaged very actively in the operation
Caught any trout yet?
teed the advertisements.
g9
of the ships; my dantihler -would like eeeel eeoa.o,l4,pe„p.4•i,l,.d!Aa•0•l'+49
ate to be mare acute itt it lilac 4 have
been; but ever slave, 1 nave had,
1310111y itt lake vekeels, 1t was Ute 4.
year that i began that soft of lam* 4
went that 1 arta wet Corvet."
Alai lvuketlup quickly, "elle‘Core
a' Was ---r et to ? be lashed.
d.
(Curvet Was--ta a lakuman," Sher -
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1fau sal motionless, as be recol-
lected the strange 4Stlilutlalt that had
come to lata whet be tem .the laice'
for time OMtune. Should he 101 paid }tour Hells
Sherrill tit that? Ile derided it teas + d�s+
too vogue, too indefinite 10 he 1171'21 4 0 �F
tinned; nu doubt any ether man used a o for 1 , •
only to the prairie alight clave felt file
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"Ile was a shipowner, then," he
said,
"Yes; he was a shipowner -not,.
however, on a large scale at that time,
He bad been a waster, sailing strips
which belonged to others; then he
had sailed oue of his own. Lie was
operating then, 1 believe, two vessels;
but with the boom times on the lakes,
his Interests were beginning to ex-
pend. 1 met him frequently in the
next few years, and we became close
friends."
Sherrill broke off and stared an tn-
Stant down at the rug, Mao bent
forward; he mede no Interruption but
only watched Sherrill attentively,
"Between 1SS6, when I. first met him,
and 1596, Corvet laid the foundation of
great success; his boats seemed lucky,
men liked to work for him, and be
got the best skippers and crews. There
was a saying that in storm a Curvet
ship never asked help; it gave it;
certainly in twenty years no Corvet
ship had suffered serious disaster.
Corvet was not yet rich, but unless
accident or undue competition Inter-
vened, he was certain to become so.
Then something happened."
Sherrill looked away at evident loss
how to describe It.
"To the ships?" Man asked him,
"No; to Min. In 151)6. for no ap-
parent reason, a great change came
over him."
"In 1596!"
"That was the year."
Alan hent forward. his heart thrnb-
Ging Iii iii, threat. "ince .ea,
the year when I was brought and left
with the 1Veltous in Kansas," lie said.
Sherrill did ant speak for a moment,
"I thought," he said finally, "it most
have been about that cline; but you
did not tell my (18ughter the 081(11
date."
"What kind of charge emimmm: over
him that your?" Alan asked.
Sliorm'Ill gazed down tit the rug. then
at Man, then 15181 bin. "A Monate
in his way of living," he replied. "The
Corvet line of boars Went on, ex-
panded; interests were acquired in
otlher lines; and Corvet and those
allied with Ida swiftly gree rich. Elm
In e11 this 14real development, for
which Corvet's genius and ability had
laid the foundation. Corvet Mansel;
ceased to take nettve part. tie tool:
Into partnership, about a year later.
Henry Spearman. a young roan MA.
bud been merely n mete en one of his
strips. This prated subsequently to
have been n gond beetmees move. ten
Spearman had tremendous energy.
daring. and enterprise; end no dnuht
Corvet had recognlzeri these gllalltie,
in him before others did, Steve then
he has been ostensibly and punnets.
the head of the reticent. but he hu,
left the manegcntent almost entirely
to Spearman. The personal (llamer
to Curvet et thus tithe is harder for
me to describe to yon:"
Sherrill halted, his eyes dark with
thought, his lips pressed closely to.
genet; Alan wafted.
(Continued Next Week)
GETTING PRACTICE
Mrs, Hobbs —Do you think that
Mary is fitted for the battle of life.
Hiram?
Mr. Hobbs --Well, she ought to be;
ehe's been in three engagements al.
ready!
Although Scottish are si+lwer t0
marry than either ,Lngfish or Welsh,
they Have an average, larger patrons
of the divorce courts,
Debts Collected
We Collect Accounts, Notes and
Judgments anywhere and every-
where. No collection, no charge.
Write us tqday for particulars.
Canadian Creditors' Ass'n
Post Office Box 951, Owen Sound
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Physician and Surgeon
Office McKelvey Black, Brussels
Successor to Dr. White
Phone 45,
T. T. M'RAE
M. 6., M. C. P.. As. 0.
M. O. EL, Village of Br nese'
Physician, Surgeon, Aaoonohenr
Orlon at residenoe, opposrte Melville Oharea
wittlarn street,
DR. W.4RQL,aw
Honor graduate of the Ontario Veterla
College. Dey and night oa11e. Office eppo
Floor Mill, lithe(.
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BARRISTER, SOLICITOR,
CONVEYANCER, NOTARY PUBLIC.
LECKIE BLOCK - B•1USSELS
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AUCTIONEERS
JAMES TAYLOR
Licensed Auctioneer for the County
of Huron. Sales attended to in aY
parts of the county. Satisfaction
Guaranteed, or no pay. Orders laic
at The Post promptly attended to.
Belgrave Post Office.
PHONES:
Brussels, 15-13. North Huron, 15-6211
D. M. SCOTT
Licensed Auctioneer
PRICES MODERATE
For reference consult any person
whose sale I have officiatd at.
61 Craig Street, LONDON
WM. $PENCE
Ethel, Ont.
Conveyance, Commissioner and C. A.
Agent fdr
The Imperial Life Assurance Co, ot
Canada,
and
Ocean Accident Guarantee Corpr a+ -
tion, Limited
Accident Insurance, Automobile In-
surance, Plate Glass Insurance, elk
Phone 2225 Ethel, O,m
• JAMES M'FADZEAN
gent Howick Mutual fire Insurance Comm,
Also
Hartford Windstorm and Tornado Insurance
Money to Loan for
The Industrial Mortgage & Trust Company
on Ftret-class Farm Mortgagee
'hone 52 Box 1 Turnberry street Brussels
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