Loading...
HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Brussels Post, 1929-7-3, Page 7THE IlsRU$$ZL3 POST ...,............„144144+..... .�. HENS .. WANTED I '• Highest market price i IM. odic paid for your Hens t 4 Foot Ball.. I'or the benefit of foot ball fol- lowers the Brussels dates in Group No. 2 of the W. F, A. are listed as follows: At Home July 10--14'ionkton. Away— July 19—Monkton. Debts Collected We Collect Accounts, Notes and Judgments anywhere and every- where: No collection, no charge. Write us today for particulars. Canadian Creditors' Assn Post Office Box , R 61, Owen Sound W. D. S. JAMIESON, MD; CM; LM.CC; Physician and Surgeon Office McKelvey Block, Brussels Successor to Dr. White Phone 45. T. T. M' RAE M. 8., M. O. P.. A S. O. M. 0. B., Village of Stomata Physician, Surgeon, Acoonabear Office at residence, opposite Melville Ohara,. William street. DR. WARDLAW Honor graduate of the Ontario 'Peterin College Day and eight oalla. Offices oppo Floor Mill, Ethel. Fr. sit. S'llwe,tvale BARRISTER, SOLICITOR, CONVEYANCER, NOTARY PUBLIC) LECKIE BLOCK - BRUSSELS AUCTIONEERS JAMES TAYLOR Licensed Auctioneer for the County of Huron. Sales attended to in ail parts of the county. Satiefactioz Guaranteed, or no pay. Orders ler+ at The Post promptly attended to Belgrave Post Office. PHONES: Brussels, 15-13. North Huron, 15-625 D. M. SCOTT Licensed Auctioneer PRICES MODERATE Per reference consult any perm. whose sale I have officiatdat. 61 Craig Street, LONDON WM. SPENCE Ethel, Ont. Conveyance, Commissioner and C Agent for The imperial Life Assurance C. Canada and Ocean Accident Guarantee Corps.., tion, Limited Accident Insurance, Automobile Ir surance, Plate Glass Insurance, s6 Phone 2225 Ethel, Oat JAMES M'FADZEAN igent Hold Mutual Fire Insurance Comm, Also Hartford Windstorm and Tornado Insurer( Money to Loan for The Industrial Mortgage•& Trust Compem on First-class Farm Mortgagee Phone 42 Box 1 Turuberry Street nr,e e JNO. SiJTHiEItI.AND & �DI� 'LIMITED carsiy1 Oxrittr The Indian Drum 'By William MacHarg - and Edwin Balmer Iliwtt.atirns by IRIWWIN MYERS C,, n r:eht hr I:-lvin. adm.:r ,earned 11 er ;. rola tee thin 'emu wnleh had mite .to her when the servants hnd told her of what was going on— o fancy tient Dhwle Benny had come back—was banlsbed Instantly. Alan led her into the Croom across fi'om the library. "You shouldn't have come in," he said, of shouldn't have let you, in; bat—you saw him" "Yes." "Do you know him?" "know him? She shook her head. "I mean, you've never seen Mtn be- fore?" 'No.' "His name Is Lake -he speaks of himself by that name. Did you ever hear my father mention a man named 1 Luker' "No; never." voice le rut t t s uddenly their con- versation ; the dottm' probably had given him some stimulant. "Where'sh Ben Corvet?" Luke de- manded arrogantly of the doetor. "Yon go get Ben Corvet I Tell Bon Corvet I Want'drink right away. Tell Hen Corvet I want my thousan' dol- lar !" Canstdnce turned swiftly to her maid. "On nut to the car and wait for rue," she commended. Lil1:e's muffled, heave vales went on; moments while he fought for breath Irttertlrpted lt. "Tutt hPnr me, yon d—n Injin ! . You go tell Ben Corvet I want my thousan' dollars, or I make it two nes' tinge! You hear me; you go tell Ben Covet, . . . You let me go, you d-- n TRIM!" . Througih the donrway to the 1iiwnry they' could see the (Motor farce Lnke hnek upon the (ouch; Luke fought him furinusly; then, suddenly as he hart stirred to strength and fury. Lars c-l- tausetl again. His voice went on a moment more, and rapidly growing weaker: 'You tell Bea 'Corvet I want my money, or I'll tell. He knows whin I'll tell. . . .You don't know, you 1nJin devil. . . , Ben Corvet knows. end I know. . . . Tell him I'll tell I'll tell . . , I'II tell!" The threatening voice stopped suddenly. Constance very pale, again faced Alan. "Of rot r>_e, I understand," site said. "tinete Penny has been paying blackmail to this aims. For yt'ru•1, per- haps. . . ." She repeated the word after an instant, in a frightened voice, "Blaekuatl 1" "Won't you please go, Mtss Sher- rill?" Alan urged her. "It was gond of you to conte; -but you numtn t slay now. He✓s—he's dying, of r ,urns." She seated herself upon a chair, "I'm going to stay with you,,. she Kidd simply. It was net, she knew, to s11:1'0 the wasting for the man in the next (nom to die; In that, of itself, there Could be nothing for him to feel. It was to be with him w11ile renliznit in tvhtth heel come to iter Was settling upon blur, too --realization of whoa ttls meant to hint. He was realizing that, she thought; he had realized It; it shade 111m, at moments, forget her while, listening for sounds front the other moat, he paved hawk and forth beside the table or stood stttrtng away, clinging to the portieres. Ile left her presently. and went across the hull to the doctor. 's he dead?" Constants heard hint tLSk. "Not yet," the doetor answered; "hut it won't be long, now." 'There's nothing you ran do to sulks' 1.1111 talk—bring Ulm to himself lt'ttg emuteh en that he wilt tell what h. Cream Grading Means BETTER CREAM ETTER BUTTER w '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 3 cents per lb. but- ter -fat for No 1 grade over that of No. 2 grade. The basic principle of the invproveanent in the quality of Ontario butter is the elimination of second and off grade cream. This play be accomplished by paying the producer of good Cream a better price per pound of butter -fat Wan is paid to the producers roduc ens of poor cream. We solicit your patronage and co-operation for better market. f! gr.We will loan' you a can, See ouriAgent, T. C. MoCAL,L, or Phone 2316, Brussels. The Seaforth Creamery RHEUMATISM? Sciatica? Neuralgia? You can have relief, Mxs. '1', JL Sheehan of Windsor Ont., waslltelplcss with Inflammatory Rheumatism. She couldn't even move her eyes, and spent nearly $1000 for treatments. She writes: t`Tltree boxes of T R-C'e made necornppletelywoll" T=R-C'saxeequal- ly good for Sciattea, Neuralgia, Neuritis andLumbago. Quark. Safe. Noltarmful drugs. 60o & $1 at your druggist's. 117 ��ttgq a TEMPLETON'S Tiwar"� tuiEUMATIC CAPSULES keeps threatening to tell?" The (tato(' shrngge,L "Row ninny tines, 110 yon suppose, he's been drunk and still not. told? Concealment is his established habit now, It's an inhlbi- 11011 ; even In wandering, be e4ops short of Initially telling anything." Alap carne bask to •Consianee. Out- side, .the gray of dusk was sprending, and within the house It bud.,Mittel dark. 71 was very quiet in the iihrery; she could not even hear Luke's breath - Ing now. Then the doctor same out to theta. "It's over," he mato Alan. "There's a law covering these cases; you may not be familiar with it, I'll make out the death certificate—pneumonia and a Weak M'al't with alcoholism. But the pollee have to 1)e notified at, once ; you have no choice as to that. I'll loop after those things for you, If you want' "Thank you; if you will." Alan went with the doctorto the door and saw. elm drive away. Ileturning, he drew the library portieres; then, coming back to Constance, be picked up her muff and collar fromtheehair where_ she had thrown them, and held them out to her. "You'll go now, Miss Sherrill," he said. "Indeed, you mustn't slay here —your cur's still waiting, and—you mustn't stay here . in tits house!" "Won't you 00100 over home with me," she saki, "and wait for father there till we can think this thing out together?" Her sweetness almost broke him dawn. "'Chis . . , stn:^then! P11111! this out! oh, It's p:ane enough, isn't 111 For rears—for us long as \\'assn gnaw has been here, my father hes been seeing Chet 11(,111 and paying blackmail to 111111 twice a year, at least: He lived in that man's power. lie kept nuney 111 the house for 111111 always! It wmshi t anything imaginary that hung over my fether—or anything created to hes own mind. It was some- thing real—real; It was disgruee—itis- grace and w-nrse—nlomethieg he de- served ; and that the fought with Hint: - Mall money, like a reward ! Dishonor —cowardice—bluc(mM! 1" She drew u little nearer to him. "You didu't Wenr e 10 1:110W," she said. "You tried to put me off when I called you on the telephone; and— when I aurae here, you wanted me to go away before I beard. Why didn't you want ane to know? If he was your rather, wasn't he our—friend? Hine and my father's? You must let us help you." As she approached, he had drawn back from her. "No; this is 011:10 I" he dented her. "Not yours or your fa- ther's. You have nothing to do with this.• Didn't he try In little cowardly ways to keep you out of it? Bit he couldn't do that; your Iriendsldp meant too much to hint; he couldn't keep away from you. But I can—I can do that! You must go out of this house; you must never come In here again 1" Her eyes filled, as she watehed him; never had she liked Min so much as now, "I thought," tie said almost wistful- ly, "it seemed to me that, whatever he had done, It must have been mostly against me. His leaving everything to me seemed to mean that I was the one that he had wronged, and that he was trying to make It •up to me. But it isn't that; it can't be that! It is some, thing much worse than that! Oh, I't glad I haven't used much of his money! Hardly any—not more than I can give heck! It wasn't the money and the house he left me that mattered; what he really left me was just 111ls . , dishonor, shame . .' The doorbell rang, tont Alan turned to the door and threw It open. In the dusk the figure of the mem outside was not at all recognizable; blit re; Ile en- tered with heavy and deliberate steps, passing Alan without greeting and going straight to Constnnce, Alan stew by the light In the hull that It was Sfwarman. "Whitup Spearman 's s ?" S e aslte t .1 n u d. "They tried to get yopr father at the ounce tend then ale, but neithe)' of us was there. They got me afterward, at the club, They said you'd come over here; but that must have been more than two hours ago." Fits gaze went on past her to the drawn hangings of the room to the tight; and he seemed to appreciate their stgnttiennee; for his face whit- ened under its tan, and an odd leash cause suddenly upon him. "Is it Bun, Conute?" he whispered. "Ben . 5(11114' basil?" Ile drew the cuetuhns partly open, The light In the library had been ex, anguished, and the light that cane from the hall swayed Mem) the room with the movement of the enrtillns and ;;,ave a momentary semblance of life to the face of the lulls upon the cous0. Spearman dhow the eurales galrkly together again, stilt holding to them and seeming for no lieditnt to cling to then; then he shook himself together, threw the curtains wide apart, end strode Into the room. 1 -Ie switched on the light and went directly to ta* emelt; Alan followed him. "IIe's---dtied ?" "Who et he?" Alnn demanded, Spearman seemed to satisfy himself tire as to the answer to his question, "How should I know who he is?" 00 asked, "There used to be a w'heelsmtln "How Should I Know Who He Is?" He Asked. on the Martha Corvet years ago who looked like him; or looked like what this fellow may have looked like once. I can't be sure." He turned to Constance. "You're going home, Connie? I'll see you over there. I'll come back about this after- ward. Conrad." Alan to them to the door and closed It after them He spread the blankets over Luke Luke's coats, which Alan had removed, lay upon a c'llulr, and he looked them over for ruarks of identification. A side pocket produced an old briar; there was noth- leg else. Then Alan walked restless- ly about, awaiting Spearman. Spear- mint, he believed, knew tarts pian; Spearman had hot even ventured upon modified denial until he was certain that the man wets demi; mud then he had answered 80 as not to commit himself, pending learning from Cou- stance what Luke had told. But Luke had said nothing about Spearman. It had been Corvet, and Corvet alone, of whom Luke had spoken; It wns Cornet whole he had accused ; 1t was Corvet who had given him money. Was it conceivable, then, that there bad been two such events In or' mese events concerned the Mlwaka and Spearman and some one—some one "with a bullet hole above the eye"— who had "got" Corvet; and that the other event had concerned Luke and something else? It was not conceiva- ble, Alan was sure; it was all one thing. if Corvet had to do with the 3ttwaka, then Luke had had to do with it too. And Spearman? But 1f Spear - mal had been-involved'in that guilty thing, had not Luke known It? Then why had not Luke mentioned Spear- man? Or had Spearman not been real- ly involved? Had it been, perhaps, only evidence of knowledge of what Corvet had done that Spearman had tried to discover and destroy? Alan went to the door and opened it, as he heard Spearman upon the steps again. Spearman waited only until the door had been reclosed be- hind bum, "Well, Conrad, what was the idea o1 bringing Miss Sherrill into this?" "I didn't bring her In; I tried the best I could to keep her out." "Out of' What --exactly?" "You know better than I do. Yon know exactly what it Is. You know that man, Spearman; you know what he came here for. I don't mean money; I mean you know why he came here for money, and why he got it. I tried, as well as I could, to make hbu tell me; but he wouldn't do It. There's disgrace of some sort here, of course-- disgrace tourse—disgrace that Involves my father and, I think, you too. If you're not guilty with my father, you'll help me 110W; if you are guilty, then, at least, your re- fusal to help will let me know that." "I don't know what you're talking about. I told you this man may have been a wheelsman n:1 the Corvet; I don't know more about ]lin than that; I don't even know that certainly. Of course, I knew Ben Corvet was paying blackmail ; I've known for years that he was giving up money to some one. I don't know who he past] It to; or for whThe " it.strain of the last few hours WAS 10111nrt upon Alan; his skin flushed hot and mini by turtle. Ile paved up and tit ten while he vont rental helmet, 'That's not enmagh, Spearman,' he Feud finally. "I—I've felt you, some- how underneath all these things. The first time 1 saw' you, you were In this hauan d,w1 somPthimr van ought not to have been doing; you fought me t}hen you would have killed me rather Lltan not get away. Two weeks ago, some one attacked me on the street— tor robbery, they said; but I know it wasn't robbery--" "You're not so crazy as to be trying to involve me in that—" There rano a sound to then[ from the hall, n sound unnttstaknbly denot- ing some presence. Spearman jerked suddenly up; Aleut, going to the door and looking Into the hall,saw Wnssa- nil Orkin!, i t t e n P 1 evidently had re- turned The lldltlil et l j tuunetl to the house some tune before; he had been bringing to Alan now the accounts which he had settled. He seemed to have been standing its the hall for some thud, listening; hut he came In now, booking inquiringly from one to the other of them. "Not friends?" be inquired. "Ton and 1sw:rv9" Alan's passion broke out suddenly, "We're anything but tint, Judah I sound him, the tigst night I got here and while you were away, going through my father's things, I fougit with him, and he rail aw'nq, Ile was the one that broke Into my father's desks; maybe you'll believe that, even if no one else will" les? the Indian questioned, "Yes?" It tans plain tb tl he not eu11y teetered 1011 that b,alhvrng gave him hutnense sutlsfac'tlon. Ire tonic :lien's ural and led him into the smaller 11 - Mary, Be knelt before one of ti1 (Irate - .1.F aw'- ts under the bookshelves—the drawer, Alton recalled, widen lie himself hail been exemining when he had found A'assuquant wutch:ag 111m. He itrete out the drawer trial dentine' its tents out upon the floor; lie turned the drawer about titer, and palled the bottom out of it. Beneath the hnitotn which he had removed appelre•1 now uuother bottom and a few sheets of Palter scrawled In an uneven 0(111d and with different colored inks. At sight of then, Spearman, who had followed thein Into the room, ut- tered un oath and sprang forward. The Indian's small dark hand grasped Spearman's wrist, and Ills Nee twitched Itself into a fierce grin which showed how little etvlllzal'lun had modified in haul the uboriginul passions. But Spearman did not try to force has- way; instead, be drew back suddenly. Alan stooped and picked up the pa- pers and put them in his pocket. If the Indian had not been there, it would not have been su easy for him to do that, he thought. CHAPTER XI The Land of the Drum. . Alan went with, Wassaquam Into the front library, after the Indian had shown Spearman out. "This was the man, Judah, who come for Mr. Corvet that night I was hurt?" "Yes, Alan," Wassaquam said, "He was the man, then, who came here twice a year, at least, to see lir. Cmwet 7" "Yes" "I was sure of it." Alan said. "Can yon tell 111e 11B11 why 11e 111,110 here, Judith?" "I have told you I do not know," Wassaquam replied. "Bee always saw him; Ben gave him money. I do not know why." Alan had been holding his hand over the papers which he had thrust into his pocket; he went but into the smaller library and spread them under the reading lamp to examine them. But, as he looked the pages over now, he felt a chill of disappointment and thrlLrin. They did not contain any narrative concerning Benjamin Cor - vet's life; they did not even relate to a single event. They were no narra- tive at all. They were—In his first examination of them, he could not tell what they were. They consisted in all of 50)110 dozen sheets of irregular size. some of which had been kept much longer than oth- ers, a few of which even appeared fresh and new. The three pages th'h1eh Alan thought, from their yel- lowed and worn look, must be the old- est, and which must have been kept for many years, contained only a list of names and addresses. The remain- ing pages, which he counted as ten In number, contained nearly a hun- dred brief clippings from newspapers; the elipptngs had been very carefully cut out, they had been pasted with painful regularity on the sheets, and path had been dated across its fare— dates trade with many different pens and with many different inks. but all 111 the same Irregular handwriting as the letter which Alan had received front Benjamin Oerset. Alan, his fingers numb In his disap- pointment, turned and examined ell these pages; bet they contained nnth.. log else. He read one of the elipptngs, which 0118 dated "Feb. 1)112." "The passing away of one of the Ndest residents of ilmmet co my oc- curred nt the pont-farm on Thursday elf last week. Mr. 1''red \Vesthouse was one of font brothers brought by their parents Into P;tnmet minty In inlet, ire, establishers himself here as 11 lnrmet' and was well known among our people for many years. He was nearly the last of his family, which was quite well our at one time. Mr. \Vestboese's three brothers rind his father having perished in various dis- asters upnn the lake. fits wife died two years ago. Ile Is survived hy a dmll:hter, Mrs, Arthur Pearl, of Flint" ile rend another: "ll;tllford-Spens. On Tnesday 'fist Miss Audrey Hallfor'd, daughter of Mr. and Mrs, Bert Hanford, of title plere, ens united In the howls of holy ulattlmnny to Mr. Rohm.) Spens, of ksennaha.. All wish the ,eouug couple well." Re reed another: "Bern to Mr. and Mrs. T[ niFrench, n daughter, Sattlrtl03' afternoon lest, Misr veva Arehella French, at her at, rival weighed seven and one-half pounds." This clipping was dated, In Benja- min Cnlvet's hand, "Stnrgenu Bay, \\'Is., Aug. 1014." Alan put It aside hr bewilderment and imam and took up again the Sheets he first hal balked at. The mines and addresses on these ntdeet, yellowed pages had been first written, It 1v11s plain, all at the same time and with the slime1 leen and ink and eachhe . s et in the beginning had contained seven or eight names Some of these original names and even the addresses had been left unchanged, hat most of then had been scratched out and altered many times --other and quite dliterent names had been substituted; the pages had become anally almost illnelble, crowded (Continued Next Week) WEDNESDAY, JULY aro, 10211. the Master Salesman lo, the people o1' the earth do me homage. I am the herald of success for men, merchants, manufacturers, municipalities and nations. 1 go forth to tell the world the message of service and sound merchandise. And the world lis- tens when 1 speak, There was a day long ago, when by sheer weight of superior merit, a business could rise above the common level without me, but that day has passed into oblivion. For those who have used me as their servant I have gathered untold millions into their coffers. 1 sell More Merchandise per dollar of salary paid ale than any other sales- man on the face of the earth. The fabled lamp of Aladdin never called to the service of •its master genii half so rich and power'ful as I am, to the man who keeps me constantly on his payroll. 1 Hold the Business of the seasons in the hollow of my hand, I com- mand the legions of fashion, mold the styles and lead the world whithersoever I go. I drive unprin- cipled business to cover, and sound the death -knell of inferior merchandie. Frauds are afraid of me be- cause 1 march in the broad Tight of day. Whoever Makes Me Their Servant for life takes no chances on drawing down dividends from my untold treasures bestowed with a lavish hand. 1 have awakened and inspired nations, set mal- iions of men to fight the battles of freedom beyond the seas and raised billions of dollars to foot the bills. Nations and kings pay me homage and the business world bows at my feet. l sow broad fields for you to reap a golden harvest. i Am Master Salesman at Your Service 1 A Mrrthihij —x— Waiting Your Command —T— The Post BRUSSELS