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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Brussels Post, 1929-7-24, Page 7THE BRUSSELS POST •`•., WEDNESDAY, JULY 24th, 1929. Hr ENSI i WANTED 4. �..-, 1 Highest market price +I paid for your Hens T' M. Yollick Place Your Insurance With W. S. Scott Automobile - Fire - Life Debts Collected We Collect Accounts, Notes and Judgments anywhere and every- where. Nocollection, no charge. Write us todayparticulars. for Canadian Creditors' Aas'n Post Office Box 951, Owen Sound W. D. S. J A M I •E. S O N, MD; CM; LM.CC; Physician and Surgeon Office McKelvey Block, Brussels Successor to Dr. White Phone 45. T. . T. M' RAE M. B., M. C. P., d s. o. M. D. H., Village of Brussels, Phyelelan, Surgeon, Aecoaohetr 0 108 at residence, oppoelte Diets Mlle Church William street, DR. WARDLAW Honor graduate Of the Ontario Veterin College - Day and Dight oalls. Offioe. Dope Plow MITI, Ethel. • [l . ,!I. 5,rxezr.l$ BARRISTER. SOLICITOR. CONVEYANCER. 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Phone 12 Box 1 Turnherry street Braes JNO. 8W4 LIMITED loWSUZiANCIS �'IrlZF1 Oxra '/ The Indian Drum By William MacHarg and Edwin Balmer IQrut,ei.a byIRWIN MYERS .. . tuysdxht by L^dwin 0;000) rill," he said, "I» the house on Astor street that night after Luke came," "What writing?" ' Ile took the lists from Iris pocket and showed them to her. She sepa- rated and looked through the sheets and read the names written 111 the some hand that had written the direc- tions upon the Blip of paper that came to her 'four days before, with the things from Uncle Benny's pockets, "My futhcr had kept these very se- cretly," he explained. "He had them hidden. W ilsvaquam knew where they hafterLuke was were,and that night Lu dead and yo', had 1101e home. he Leve OM 1, wd "After I had gone home? Henry wend Beck to see you that night; he had said he was going back, and after- we rd he hetold m e sir hi and t \ rd I ed him. a had seen you again Old you show Mtn these?" "1?e saw then)—yes." "He was there when Wassaquam lshowed you where they were?" 1 "Yes:" A. little line deepened between her • brows, and she sat thoughtful. "So you have been going about see - Ing these people," she said. "What neve you found nut?" "Nothltlg definite at all. None of them knew my father; they were only -Nothing Definite At All. None of Them Knew My Father." :unnzed to tied thnt anyone in Chleago old known their names. In Ler feeling for mut, she had I1trl ler hand upon his arm; now her tin - ,urs tightener) W suuden tenseness. "What do You unev,?" she ;sired, "Oh, 1t is not definite yet—not .•lear :" She Y'0It the tut ern ess In his tune. "They have mut ,any of them beim able to make It woolly clear to me. It Is like u re ord that has heel, —blurred. 'These eristnel names must have berm written batt'; by lay fathei m:.ny y'enrs ago --many, most of them people, 1 Ihittk^err mem; some 111.1 newsy forgotten, 'the only thin, that 1 ,, felly ii0h1 is tL.:l in every es.0 es cq» rroes luave lea me to 111o:+0 w'h: :MVP 10111 1111. 01 111 $01110r11000 ..�., 00e 1 its 11:':.111111 lases." t.uuhtance ibr;llel; to a 4Isom het rum It was nut ((nSUlil 10 which e((tdd „1v0 drlimltc so- :..,, 1, ilio In,:• quits, as finch as 10 ,,1 he seed was 11 .,mss..,. Cream Grading Mant e BETTER 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 premistm of 1 cent per lb. butter fat for Specials over that of No. 1 grade, and 3 cents per lb. 'bub ter-faf for No 1 grade over that of No. 2 grade. 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GOc and $1,OQ at your druggisi''s. ��1t!!�� ��t, /+t�� TEMPLETON'3 iv �,t- ' 8 liH6UMLEte a �'�r �/ CAPSULES• vaase. 1110 a yperlene0 mainly had beim foreleg Klin to bitt01(e81 against his futhor; end lie did not know with eertainty yet that Ills father wits )lead. "You'll lunch with us, of course," she said to Alun, "and then go back with us to Harbor Palet, It's a day's journey around the two bays; but we've a boat Here." He assented, and they went down to the water where the white find brown power yacht, with long, graceful l[nes, lay so2lnolelltly in the sunlight. A lit- tle twat took them out over the shim- mering, smooth surface to the shill; swells 11'0111 a faraway freighter swept under the beautiful, burnished craft, causing It to roll lazily as they board- ed 1t, A party of nearly ,. do•/,en leen and girls with an older woman 01109- erunlug them, lounged under th'e shade of nn awning over the atter deck. They greeted her r g ail\ end looked curiously at. Alan as site introduced hint. "Have you worked on any of our boats?" she asked him, after luncheon huh been finished, and the anchor of the sht h been raised. nawl his 1 A queer expression came epee of face "I've thought it best not to do that, Miss Sherrill," he replied. She did not know why the next mo- ment she should think of Henry. The yacht Was pushing swiftly, smoothly, with Hardly a Irum froth its motors, 1101011 along the shore. He watched Intently the rolling, wooded hills and the ragged little bays and in- lets. His work and his Investlgatings had not 1,runght him to the lielele or - hood before, but she found that she did not have to name the places to him; he knew them from the charts. "Grand Traverse light," he said to her as a while tower shamed upon their left. 'then, leaving the share, they, pushed out across the wide mouth of the larger bay toward Little 'Trav- erse, lit' grew more silent as they ap- proaehed it. "It Is up there, isn't It." he asked. pienth,g, "that they hear the Drum?" "l os; how dill your lomat' the plume?" "I don't know It exactly; I want you to show me." She punted out to him the (mote, dorlt, primeval, blue in its eolltiest with the lighter green of the trees about it and the glistening white of the shingle and of the more distant sand Muffs. He leaned forward; staring at it, until the changed course of the yacht. as it swung about toward the entrance to the bay. obscured It. "Tee." ire stratghtenedl he was very' I141e.: si "Would 001118 that mfather had in bis pocket all leave been mere than twenty years old?" She tau and bent heslde hila over the win's, Twenty years 1" she re- peated; She w'118 tiiul ing 0110 the dates OS the nolne now herself; the markings were eroded, neut'ly gone in Burne in- stanees, but 111 every ease enough re teethed to make plain the date, "i4lgllteen•ninety-1804-18SO," she wade there out. Her voice l,iushed queerly. "What does It mean?' she whispered, Ile turned over and re-examined the articles with !lands suddenly steady- ing 1'llere are two setts of things here," he concluded. "The muffler sad paper or dil•ectloes—they be- longed to my father. The other. things —ft isa't six months or bets th.au six 0100018 that they've lain in sand acid 'water to become worn tike this; It's twenty years. My father can't have had these things; they were 5clne- where else, or some,olle else had them. Re wrote his directions to that per- son—after June twelfth, he said, so 1t was before June twelfth he wrote it; but we c'an't tell how long before. It might have been In February, when he disappeared; it might have been any time after that. But if the directions were written so long ago, why weren't the things, sent to you before this? Didn't the person nave the things then? Did we have to wait to get them? Or—was 01 the Instructions to send them that he didn't have? Or, if the instructions, was wait- ing had to receive word when they were to be sent? You thought these things proved my father WAS dead. I think they prove he Is alive! Oh, we must think this out!" He paced up 110(1 down the room; .he (hair, chin him. "The anal, Into a lth t wet first thing that we must do," he said suddenly, "Is to find out about the watch. What is the 'phone number of the telegraph orrice?" She told him, and he went out to the telephone,; she sprang up to follow him, but checked herself and merely waited until he came back. "I've wired to Buffalo," he an- nonneeil. 'The 'Merchants' exchange, if It is still in existence, must have a record of the presentations of the watch." "Then you'll stay here with us until an answer comes?" "If we get a reply by tomorrow morn - Ing ; 1'11 unit tilt then. If not, 1'11 ask you to forward it to me. I must see about the trains and get back to Frank- fort. I can cross by boat from there to Alanitowoc—that will be quickest. We must begin there, by trying to find out who sent the package." She helped him put the muffler and the other articles into the box; she no- ticed that the wedding ring was no longer with them. He had taken that, men; it had meant to him all that she bed known it must mean... , In the morning she was tip very early; but Alen, the servants told her, had risen before she had and had gone out. The morning, after the cool north- ern night, was chill. She slipped a ewoa tAr nn and went nut nn the veran- "Seeing the ships made me feel that I belonged here on the lakes," he re, minded her• "I have felt something– not recognition exactly, but somothlnt that was like the beginning of recog- nition—many times this sunnier when 1 saw certain places. It's like one of those dreams, you know, in wh11h you are conscious of having had the same dream before. I feel Chet 1 ought to know this place." They landed only a few hundred yards from the cottage. After bid- ding good -by to her "friends, t'•;•, Wein Up to it tsare''de through the trees. Th^ -s, was a small sun room, rather shut off from the rest of the house, to which she led him. Leaving hire there, she ran upshtirs to get the things. She halted an instant beside the door, with the box in her hands, be- fore she went batt to him, thinking how to prepare him against the sig- nificance lanittcance of these relies of his father. She need not prepare him against' the mere fact of Ills father's death; he hail been beginning to believe 111110 al- ready'; but these things must havefar more meaning for hint than merely that. Site went In and put the'boo. down upon the card table. "The muffler in the box was your father's," she told 11110. "Ile had it oe the day he disappeared. The other things," her voice (bolted a little, "are the things he must have had in his pockets. They've been lying In water and sand—" He gazed at her. "1 understand," he said after an instant, "You mean that they prove his death," She assented gently, without speak - 115. As he uppruuehed the box, she crew buck from It and slipped away sito the next room. She walked 119 hands t' Ind down there, pressing he 1 a together. Ole mist he looking 1t the lin 6 • h muffler. hings now, ;alai the Wlat would ire be feeling as le sew then? !Would he be glad, with hat same gladness which had mingled with her own sorrow over 'Uncle Benny, that his father was gone—gone irony his gout and his fear and his disgrace? Or would he resent that .leets which thus left everything un- yxplainell to Ilio? Ile would be look- ing at the rug. That, et least, must aring more joy Matt grief to him, Ile would recognize that It mast be his mother's weddingg ring; It10 told ild hnt that Itis mother 1111151 be dead, 1't would tell him that she had been married, or had believed that she w•ns married 1 Suddenly she heard lout milling her. "Miss Sherrill!" his solea had a sharp thrill of excitement. She hurried toward the sun room. 8110 could see binl through the door- way, bending over the card table with the things spread out Upon Its top in front of 11111, da, looking about for him. An irides- cent haze shrouded the hills and the bay; 1n It she heard a ship's bell strike twice; then another struck twice—then another—anti another—and another. The haze thinned as the Sun grew warmer, showing the placid war of the bay on which the ships stood -dou- ble. She saw Alan returning, and knowing from the direction from which he came that he must have been to the telegraph aloe, she ran to meet hhu. "Wits there an answer?" she Inquired eagerly. He took a yellow telegraph sheet from his pocket and held it for her to read. • "Watch presented Captain Caleb Stafford, muster of propeller freighter Marvin. Hatch for rescue of crew and passengers of sinking steamer Winne- bago off Long point, Lake Erie;" She was breathing quirldy in her ex- citement "l'a10b Stafford!" she ex - defined. "Why, that was Captain Staf- ford of Stafford and Ramsdell! They owned the \Iiweks 1" "Yes," Alan said. A great change had come 1Cer hie) since last 1115110; he was under emotion SO str00g that he seemed scarcely to dare speak lest 1t master him—a leap- ing, exultant impulse It was, which he fought to keep down. "Whet is It, Alan?' site asked. "What is it nitout the'Iiw'nlat? You said you'd found some refereuee.to It In Uncle Benny's house, \\-hut was It? Whet slid you 1101 there?" "'Che mile---" Alan swallowed mut steadlerl himself and repented—"the 101114 I filet fn' the. house .thalnight mentioned it. Ile tanned 10 thh1k I 11(15 a ghost that had haunted Mr. Coe- vet—the Oast from \Iiaka' the ) feast he shouted out to ant, that I enuldn't euro the Afiwaka' "Save the Miyake; What do you mean, Alan? The Afiwaka was lost with "Save the Miwakat What Do You Mean, Alan?" few were Ilke Jo Yup(( we saw yester- day, who knew only the year his father was lost; hut the time always MILS the time that the Afiwaka disappeared !" "Disappeared!" she repeated. 1 -ler veins were pricking cold. What did he know, what could any one know of the Afiwaka, the ship of which nothing ever was heard except the beating of the Indian Drum? She tried to make t w now helooked away ' but more; y Ills; say , down to the lake. "The Chippewa must have come In early this morning," he said. "She's lying in the harbor; I saw her on my way to the telegraph (dire. If 'Ir. wtlt ,her, tell Spearman has come bait him I'm sorry I can't wait to see him." "When are you going?" "tut):" Che offered to drive him to Petos- key, but he already had arranged for a man to take flim to the train. She )vent to her room sifter he was gone and spread out again on her bed the watch—now the watch of Captain Stafford of the Mlwalta—with the knife and coins of mere than twenty years ago which carne with it. The meaning of them now was all changed; she felt that; but what the new mean- ing might be could not yet come to her. Something of It had come to Alan; that, undoubtedly, was what had so greatly stirred him; but she could not yet reassemble her Ideas. Yet a few facts had become plain. A maid came to say that Mr. Spear- man had come up from his boat for breakfast with her and was down- stairs. She welt down to find Henry lounging in one of the great wicker chairs In the living room. He arose and came toward her quickly; but she halted before he could seize' her. "What's wrong, dear?" "Alan Conrad has been here, Henry." "Re has? How was that?" She told him while he watched her Intently. "He wired to Buffalo about the watch. He got a reply which he brought to me half an hour ago." "Year' "The wateb belonged to Captain Stafford who 41115 lost with the All - wake, Henry." IIe made no reply; but waited. "You may not have known that it was his; 1 mean, you may not have known that it was he who rescued the people of the Winnebago, but you must have known that uncle Benny didn't." "Yes; I knew that, Connie," he an- swerd evenly. "Then why did you let me think the watch was Ills and that he must be— dew]?" "Thnt's all's the matter? You had 0110415110 he was dead: I believed it was better for you—for every one—to be- Iteve that." She drew a little away from him, with hands clasped behind her back, gnziug intently at him. "There was some writing found In Uncle Benny's house In Astor street—a list of 001005 of reltth•es of people who had lost their hives upon the hake. W'assequam knew where those things were. Alan says they were given to him in your presence. Why didn't you tell me shout that?" - lie straightened as if with anger. "Why should I? Because ho thought that 1 should? What did he tell you about those lists?" "Nothing—except that his father, had kept them very secretly; but .he's found nut they were names of people who had relatives on the ldiwaka 1" "What?" Recalling how her blood had run when Alan had fold her that, Henry's whiteness and the fallowing suffusion of his face did not surprise her, "I told that fellow long ego not to Start stirring these matters up about Hen t'orvet, and particularly I told him that he was not to bring any of it to you, It's not—a thing that a man twenty years like Bev) covered up for dy r till it drove him crazy 1s sure not to be a tiling for a girl to know. Let It alone, 1 tell you." She stood tlushe1 and perplexed, gazing at him, She never had seen him 1(11de1' stronger emotion, "Tau misltnderstnotl me )nice, Con- nie!" he appended. "You'll understand me now I" She had been thinking about that hl;hrst1e she had done him in her thought—about his chivalry to his partner and former benefactor, whenn Imide Benny was still keeping his place among mens. Was Henry now moved, In a way which slue could not understand, by some other obligation to the man who long ago had aided him? Had Henry hazarded more than he had told her of the nature of the thing hidden which, if she could guess it, would justify what he said? all her people--obltcers and crew—no otie knows low or where!" "All except the one tor whom the Drum didn't heat!" "What's that?" blood pricked ht her cheeks. "What do you mean, Alan?' "M don't knots yet; but 1 think I'll soon find out." "No; you can tell me more now, you must Mow. t l carr, I Alun. Surely y t I have the right to 1)11011, Ve8t0r10y, 'even before you fount net about thls, you knew things you weren't telling me --things about the people you'd been seeing. 'They'd ell lost people 011 the lakes, you said; het you found out more than i'lint." "They'll all lost people on the /a- woke!" he said., "All who could tell cue where their tumble were lost ; s (Continued Next Week) I • the aster "r it ,� ,�1Ry; a 2taSalesman 1.0, the people of the earth do me homage. I am the herald of success for men, merchants, manufacturers, municipalities and nations. I go forth to tell the world the message of service and sound merchandise. And the world lis- tens when I speak. There was a day long ago, when . by sheer weight of superior merit, a business could rise above the common level without rue, but that day has passed into oblivion. for those who have used me as their servant I have gathered untold millions into their coffers. Sell More Merchandise per dollar of salary paid me than any other sales- man on the face of the earth. 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