HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Brussels Post, 1926-7-7, Page 7rl
ove, The Tyrant 1�
"She -:p' Bud she'a very happy,
but that it'.: cold, nn11 s1i' A bael
nntetdt ..:'.._ ,Lt• tc anoved in the . a t -
dl.• :e if' II line] w'•uev 1 - "curd that
if I'm a arced girl I'm to go and r'tey
with her; lntt uenrty all the letter
was full of yu chess -(]nest! )Us
hoat' the ']'styes, mid you, •leek," • he
:}deel, eomplaluingIS%
_t 11u.eit paw -ed over his face,
"Do you think your mother would
leo me It:(vi that letter ----just: to -
to rel, Nettie?"
She :.1'11 down, protected by his
hand, and ran Yee for the lr•tcer.
"Hort, it 0,, and .tether segs goon
c tit keen n., ,.'e e Kiss in again.
.:And take sere how you Jump. wnn'1
you, .Jack? Father says you ride no
1)•:141•! •ilty:r;,,,.
.;Yi! 0,.,1 t.h•, letter in the
Me .est of his coat, kissed her, and
wit:, tt tied :end a -mile rode on.
1911' m, t woe not a large one, for
The rale had In' n hard, and people.
Hulked the heavy going at this, the
close of the season. Joel scareeiy
.spoke to anyone; but, thinking of the
letter, took the hounds to a favorite
cover. They found almost id once,
and "the stiffest. run of the season"
--it !:s always the stiffest run of tate
season• -•-conn r1) ole The chestnut.
w was fast, and as usual, Jack rode
somewhat carelessly, though always
with an eye to his business.
The fox was a gond one, and after
a straight spin doubled at n plane
called Mooreroft, anti hearted for
Trumpington Cleave. 'Chore was at
8 )sty timber fence, with a ditch be-
yond right in the lino, and some of
the field, having a regard .for the
heavy land shirked it and went round
but Coverdale and Jack kept a bee-
line. Cover(lnlc', on a light and
springy young horse, cleared the
junta by the skin of his tooth, and,
congratulating himself, was settling
in his saddle and riding on when he
heated :t craeh behind him, and turn-
ing, saw that ,lack was down.
"Halloo. Jack! Hurt?" he called
out. There was no answer, and he
rode back. Jack was lying near the
broken rail with his shoulder under
the struggling chestnut; and the eyes
that were uplifted to the sullen, rainy
sky wore sightless.
Coverdale knelt • beside him and
shouted for help, and some of the
field came galloping up.. With then)
was a pony -carriage which had been
passing in th; lane, and they plated
Jack in it and drove hint to the Tow-
eis slowly and carefully.
Tow -
11 On the way Cocerclale )vent for a
doctor; They two watched beside the
unconscious Jack through the night,
:and when the dawn tante Coverdale
saw by the doctor's face that thine
were serious.
"Is there] --do you non to say
that there's any Bangor?" he asked,
with a lump in his throat.
The doctor shook leis head, but
answered evasiyoly.
"Wit internal injury and concus-
sion there is always more or less
danger."
"Gond God'." exclaimed Coverdale,
staring at the, white face which look-
ed strangely wan and careworn on
the pillow, "You don't mean to say
that— Why, • he's no age and as
strong as—as a horse!"
"'Whom the gods Jovr-- " said
the doctor, sententiously but sadly.
Ooverdale went downstairs and
communicated the sand news to thu
group of waiting' men; they rode off
mournfully, and Coverdale stood at
the window biting his lips for a few
"1 moments; then he strode off to the
telegraph office. When he carte back
he was told that Jack was conscious
and wished to see him, and he went
up with Mashed step, the slow gait,
which we all know so painfully well,
Jack looked round and nodded as
he entered.
"Glad you've, stayed, Covercdale,"
he said, with the smile which hod
WW1 so many hearts for him, the
smile the memory of which made a
joy Incl a torture—for poor 1Jsthe,t•
r'
away thee, in. I d )1 14,4, "Beet„
m;
rather down o14 411; huh: :114
11... inienoil inly.e.lf i4) some part w•!'1;
+ lora Latin 114u11e. I,'tu),ty, 1.11'1 It,
r. b• l:nocl4ed 01. 4' by a hit o1'
1t els +i,aher :m,1 a ditch, alter 14,14)44
tlonueh t1r - hush 1or many
I:ut. 1 -appose he know':+: and 1 ,1
bit+ +• pi; pare to hand ill Inas lhcek.;.
(',n, r,lale, 1',14 afraid I'm going to
lee safe sats„ tr„uhl, : I've 111)4111' you
01)y executor, trustee."
- Coverdale nodded.
"Let's hope I shan't be needed for
many a year, old man! Look here,
.1,014" -O'ith 11 anIden ;''1)l+, "Don't
. •,r nig up til' speene •.
1 ,eel ,11) 14, w;th 1
mile then he .eighed. .sot that I
ear, to keen lap the tight 1tn, 141)1 4'.
Eve leen knocked out for ;'(1)) ties
past; though I've kept inside the
rapes for --well, just to Inlay- tile
,ante out."
'1'41,•, 1y1144 silent„ for a moment,
1heu h,, went on: "0f 'tense., Pee
left everything to her, Covet•rleh,, if
anyth'ng happens 4he'il he mistrees
of' Va u4)1(1rt auxin. That's n plea --
ant thought for ole and consoles tn,t
for everything. Yoe'll find my wiil
at Floss's and everything's straight
and ,quare. Is the chestnut Much
hurt?"
"D ---n the chestnut!" growled
Coverdale, as he turned away. "No;
it's illi right."
Jack nodded,
"I feel like sleep," he said, feeb-
ly. "If you wouldn't mind staying---"
Coverdale sat down by the bed, and
Jaelt snoozed for a time with his
hand on Bob's head: the dog scarce-
ly left hint. After some hours, he
woke suddenly with a name on his
lips: Esth r's; and he looked round
expectantly, and said apologetically
and shamefacedly:
"Coverdale, I dreamt she had
Nene: (lo you think she would if ---
if you asked her—you, you know? I
should like to say good -bye --if I'm
going." .
Palmer come to the ,door before
Coverdale could make up his mind to
tell him of the telegram.
"Bog pardon, air; but Miss :Vel•
tie's ,downstairs, and site do carry on
so, that, 'to pacify her, 1 said 1'd
conte upstairs and ask—"
Jack's ears were sharp.
"Let her • come up, Palmer," he.
said, Yu the strangely low and hollow
voice with which he had spoken since:
the accident.
In a minute or two Nettie came
in. Her face was swollen with tears
turd pale with grief, but she ran on
tiptoe to the bed and gently put her
amts round hint.
"Oh, Jack!" was all she could say
in a kind of whisper. Jack motioned
to her, and she got upon the bed and
nestled up beside him, crying noise•
lcssly.
"Don't cry, Nettie!" he said,
smoothing hot' hair and looking at
her with a half -regretful smile.
"liut T. c'an't help it, though I did
promise! 011, yeti said you'd he care-
ful !"
"So I dill; but—I forgot. Never
mind; 1 shall be all right prcaently."
"Is it as painful as the measles,
,Jack?" she whispered,
"Not half as much," he replied,
promptly. "And it won't that )near-
ly so long, 1)o you remember how 1
used to carry you?"
"014, yes—yes. But 1 can't carry
you, when you're getting well, Jack;
you're ever so mucin too big. That's
what makes mo feel so bad -1 can't
(do anything for you,"
-Jack pretended to think deeply for
a moment. - -
"] think T should like to have
`Jack and the Beanstalk,' if you re-
member it, Nettie," he said.
"Should you really, Jack?" she re.
sponded, eagerly.
Covet•dal, chew near as if to take
her away, but Jack shook hie head at
hint, and Nettie nestled closer,
"Right from the hog'innieg, mind,'•
he said, feebly. "I think the begin-
ning's as good as the other part,
don't you?"
"Yes, oh, yes," site assented. "Well
listen then!' and site started in a
Mashed voice, -
Presently he fell asleep 511e
stopped and held up her finger at
Coverdale and the ,doctor, and with a
sigh lair] her heat{ beside his end
slept also, No ono hard the heart to
move her, and the two slept for tI
long time. -
"Surely a man that eat sleep Ince
that i'sn't in -any danger!" said Gov.
erilale., with terrible earnestness and
eagerness; but the doctor pursed his
lips.
"Not altogether a good sign, be
said, r'eluetantiv "The fact is, he's
not fighting!" and he shook h1s ]read.
It was dark lthon Jack woke end
looked round,, • A ehadecl lamp dimly
141 the Croom, but by the faint light he
saw a beautiful lute pale 141144 lino&
With. anxiety;• and the rtalnelerss toren'
Letterheads
Envelopes
Billheads
And all hinds of Business
Stationery printed at The
Post Publishing Venn.
Wo will do as job that will
do credit to your business,
Look over your stock of
Office Stationery and 1111. it
requires replenishing call
us by telephone 81.
The Post Publishing Nouse
THE BRUSSELS POST
K wl 11.411 in ;r,( t 1r'• 1 ilea 1 live
77-fieI titdey, 1I i .t, mai the 1 to til'44 .t I" Red/T(111127Wrunts tit r ,1)))g hlu!C 'c thn lose�r!._ piddi, 1'r th I aueted, a elm ,nim :14,41 +111 ca,ut:,,rlr:r, t!1 •
t 1,.14 1);4.14 uy:•.4P ,.,!.: 1)w
,ie fhc 4:114.,• sten. •.
ri,•i. ,Ind ret Iti,ily b.
(Copyright 1
by nA1tY 111)1;1;1 1'; '1 INPYHAR'1'
to Wei' yen r;: il'• un remit, 'till ,;�� ,1.4,1„
•1)a Gli, to i'
•1)11411, had 1,11, ';1",»» 0 - +ret •
- 1 1'/too )}.;.t h., 1 r:,, tit' thr,t-
.,._:....-:...^�,...r.*-.t„,,. .- ., _,..,� I u:. di:�uil;; and r.3.�.,,,! el,rl ,z 1)111•- t .. ;.,
1 llie}e'ir # 11,!.1:. ,lal fl I'° i (,)!..,:7r!••
Introduetlun to the Journal of
t1'illinnt ,A. I1)„ t, r,
.J004.:IO, 11)21.
A few week; ago, nt a dinner, rt
rf',• a l,1) ,bone' as to th,' unti•ti3u,l
drae )) r,•eorded Yu the daily eese.
: reeem 0t wee, if 1 rententbi4r
,•ortrrtly, that they give 11:; the hlr
Tinning; of many :torics, and the end-
ot as many more, Rut that what
fn114,''(1 thu:,e hee'innh)F.<, or preced-
ed 1hoee '11!41), , was rel(1om or nev-
er told.
1t wee P.•itin ill, of all per.;ons,
who tuned the att,mtion of the tab -
h: t'. r1),,.
"Take that r'tlriou: ease of yours,
Peeler," he said. "Not Tatra, of
etiortio, but nen voter summer play:+
two years :U•o. What titer happened
411r,re? Gare and 1 used to sit up
ail night 41,'e who would got the
eu,rnin,l 1018•' first; then—it quit on
us." He surveyed the table with an
erievod 'sir,
1T01(nat Lear r'lanecd across at me
sledil'iettaly.
"D1) tell us, Willie," she s)11(1. She
k the only person in the world who
calla me Willie, "And give us all
the horrible (1)101144. You know, 1
have -always had a sneaking belief
that yell diel 111e things yourself!"
Under c00er of the laugh that went
tap, I glanced at my wife. She was
sitting erect and unsmiling, her face
drained of all its color, staring across
tite flowers and candles into the semi-
darkness above the buffet. As though
she saw something.
1 do not know, I never shall know,
probably. I saw little Pettingill
watching her unobtrusively, and fol-
lowing her eyes to the space over the
buffet behind me, but I died not turn
:wound. Possibly dt was only the
memories aroused by that frivolous
conversation which made me feel for
at moment, that there was a cold
hind eddying behind my back.. , .
It occurred to me then -that many
people throughout the country had
been intensely interested in our Oak-
ville drama, and had been left with
that. sante irritating sense of non -
completion. But not only that. At
least three of the women had heard
ole make that absurd statement of
mine, relative to the circle enclos-
ing a triangle. There were more
than Melena Lear, undoubtedly, who
had remembered it when, early in
July, the newspapers had announced
the finding of that diabolical symbol
nleng with the bodies of the slain
sheep. •
11 seemed to me that it might be
a duty I owed to myself as well ns
to the University, to clarify the shat-
ter; to complete the incomplete; to
present to then] the entire story with
its amazing climax, and in effect to
say to them and to the world at
l at'ge :
"This is what happened. As yoft
set', the problem is solved, and herr
is your answer. But do not blame
1111. i1' {)pre and there is found an un-
knoPn factor in the equatiml; an X
of death, close to his own. Por a
moment he thought it was only fan-
rye that he was still only dreaming of
law; then he saw her -dips move, saw
the lovely eyes close and open again,
as jet' hurtling wit hunshed tears, and
he spoke her name:
"Esther!"
"Yes," she breathed, in so low a
voice that he alone could hear it,
and it did not wake the sleeping
child. "Tt !s I!"
Her breath came in 1t deep, heart-
breaking sigh, and she hid bin' face
for a second—a second only—in the
bedclothes; then she looked at ]riot
again; the look a woman's face wears
when she knows, that Heaven itself
will not help 11em to reveal the love
with- which her heart' is breaking.
"It's—it's good of you to come!"
he said. "I suppose Coverdale sent
Por yott? He's—he's a good chap;
ore of the best. Esther—you won't
spoil it all by refusing to come back?
There's no reason except your pride,
Forgive WmI I've got to speak plain-
ly! If I'd really died when they
thought T did, you'd have been loin•
tress hese,--and i't's only (a little later
you know. And there's no one, else,
143111er, I want ,you to promise me
haat you'll come back. I should clear
for the) outward jout'ney"--that was
the (leek phrase --naso much easier
and quicker—and the cargo's heavy,
dearest!"
She put out her hands and drew
the nearest of his to hor bosom, still
looking at him with that ineffable
light in her Ong,
"111—P11 11—I 11 dot omise to come baek---
on one condition," site said, with a
breath between every word.
"Condition?il frowned slightly,
"What is it?tr
The doctor's words; "If we cotald
0111y get hies to make a fight 'tor it,"
tee do not know what to 1114 tvt111, o'sl
without which there wad() have twee
no solution, 1 can show' you 'i.lte N. i
heli, 11.,4,11 it, But 1 cannot (•sp1,1 ).
,1:i will he sedan, I have (110••1) that.
tug •tion of myJour'raal "xtcnclin4 from
J11n)' 1Rth, 14122. to September 1414.
the ,acne ywn•. !3,•fnr,, that perm0
and alter it, it is merely the Clay b0.'
day record of an unev.olt011' 111e
Rollo', fully detailed, ani•.• like I'e•
nye 11teve wed it as a re.,e:rt•oh- Into
Welt to pour )such of that residue
which remains in a man's mind eve).
'and above the little he :ves outer'
cry day, Rather more fully de[nil•,d,
too, since 1 keep it in shorthand, an
accomplishment :maimed in my s,e-
dent clay':, and (teed hot, to insure 1h
privacy o1' the dines ite lf, although
think my dear wife so believe, but
1 to enable me, , frankly, to eeau;lse
that taste for writing which e7ist44 Yn
all of us whose business is English
literature,
) Show mc: any man who teltche.s
literature, and I will show ,you it man
thwarted, Por it our universal, hid-
den ennvic'tion that we 100 could
write, were it not for the necessity"
of earning our daily bread. We
start in as writers, only temporarily
side-tracked. "Soule day—l' we sago
to ourselves, and go to our daily task
of Milton or Dryden or Pope as those
who, seeking' the beauties of the
country, must travel through a busi-
ness thoroughfare to get there.
But time goes by, and still we do
not write, We find, as life goes on,
that all the great thoughts have ale
ready been recorder]; that there is
not much to say that has not bran
already said. And, because we are
always staring at the .stars, the leant
the shortness of our arms,
We find a vicarious consolation in
turning out, now and then, a man
who is not daunted by tradition, and
who puts his old wine into new bot-
tles. We read papers before small
and critical societies. And we some-
times keep Journals.
And so—this Journal. Much the
same as when, under stress of violent
excitement or in the peaceful inter-
ludes, I went to it as one goes to a
friend, secure against betrayal, hero
and there I have detailed more fully
conversations which have seemed to
bear on the mystery; now and again
I have rounded a sentence.' But in
the stain it remains as it W113, the
daily history of that series of events
which culminated so dramatically on
the night of September fOth in the
pannelled roost of the main house at
'].'win Hollows.
Of this house itself, since it figures
so largely in the narrative, a few
Words should be said. The main por-
tion of it, the hall which extended
from the terrace toward the sea thio'
to the -road and drive, the panelled
den'and the library in front of it
are very old. To this- portion,, in the
seventies, had been added across the
hall by some long -forgotten builder,
a (lining roost opposite the library
were ringing in her ears.
"That—that you stay, too, Jack!"
Ile looked at her in a puzzled way
for a moment, then a light flashed
into his eyes.
"Lift—lift me up," he said, almost
conttnanded.
She rose from her knees and put
her arm rottnd hint, and, helping her
he rose on his elbow, incl with his
eyes fixed ewers, said brokenly:
"You mean it?"
)ryes."
"Then it's a bargain! Seal it,
Esther!"
She undet'stood, and bending that
small, proud head of hers, she kissed -
him on the lips; not with the cold
kiss of pity, but with the clinging.
lciss of passionate love long pent up,
but overflowing all barrier;; at last.
•. d• ,,, r
Nettie woke, and rubbing her eyes,
saw Esther, looked. from her to Jack,,
read the hope, the joy in his face,
and with to cry of joy, exclaimed:
"Oh, Jack, you're better! You're
not going to die! 1 can see it in your
face, 011, you good, dear Jaokl 1
was so fitened, so dretruly ftghtoned!
And s0 was Miss Vattrour't; for look,
site's crying!".
He smile(.
"Oh, you sec site's just (made a bad
bargain, Nettie, and she's jolly sorry
for herself," ho said; and there was
now the promise of life in his voice
as well as in his eyes. "Give. her a
kiss, Nettie, to cheer ]ter up; and toll
hen It's too late now t back c ou
1 t
I'm
, '
going to keep hen to it1"
It is to be hoped that Esther did
not repent of iter bargain; for Jack
got we11 and head her to 11; tinct site
is bark at Arancourt T owet•s—with
TH14 MI
111)0,
t,n:te. 1: hr. f ,,t,- Hof;.. tlrne tion=?
Jd '1'1"4.14(, , 'Au' 1. u. • n .,,d ;t
jr,,..., .. 1 , 1 •1 ,. t' 1), i
, .ion ie.i I e tel.• 1'40,171.Arl!i
:, e.iit d, 1's vritiiltlite ati ire •'
t4, 1147. 'tit. .:) rutin •ll ,
t,11"tier
r , , a, 'l 4.,1, 11 ,
,stn, at,� syr fie•tu,, tat ties narra-
fn the re i„ audio^ 44)0)H rald.•
„ IC ruff]' lied 1),4•11 hover', ''1)1 1!)
],road whit,. .'rtl,•tnr., o:!+Y, = int!
"ilial (.olu)11118 to the roof, 1,101,':,
]tandaonua appearance from t11,• 111)4
It 1•114,4,, on r1) ,14,1,1 ri.", facixe' !ir'
find !t:;
1 t n "end- to [la'
elle,• of the 4141' •nett: ` ,':]lith .uc:•l
it free, the -o,.
Twin Ilallnt;-;. ,1 >,la,
r :r t til coli 1 ,el:fe1 1!: , ,1
eentl,man's hums•;till, it:
nned z,xftin it, roe • ae,i itrt:11801:01.
id:
if.:: brot
1)1 t 41'1,4•, its r•;1f hit r.d
4)08 17 and its olt1 p ut']lose•, Snit,•
1, o1' ly woman <hould .weep down }I
wide poli 41131 4tairc:l:'r•, or ann....l'
00211 lel: het and 4,41484:;, :-thou]' cat 1
tato, in the 11,111(1.•)) t4it1) it.. 4)1.111)41 4
--that sun -(tial where I stood the
,right the, hell clan.::..•11. But it •,raltula
irile. It will, so long: cis 114 c thvliy.,
stand 14110,
Of my Uncle Horace, who 111-o ft^,-
tt •. 1)11•ge1)- in the Journal, a few f
word; are necessary. He was l,1), •,
114 1848, and graduated from thL
University with the class of '70. 1J' d
had decd suddenly in June of thn year (
before the Jettrnal fakes up the oar-
rative, presumably of cardiac asth- I
ma, front which hr had long suffered.
A gentleman and a scholar, an es-
sential solitary, there hard been no
real intimacy between us. Once in
a while I passed a week -end in the 1
emtnt-v ,441h him end )rail the •1)))1
mer of the narrative, my chief mein- 1
ory of hinrhad been of a rather small
and truculent elderly gentleman, )
with the dry sharp cough of the heart I
sufferer, pacing the terrace beneath
my window at night in the endless !
search of the asthmatic for air, and
smoking for relief some particularly
obnoxious brand of herbal cigarette.
Until the summer of the narra-
1 ! :• 4I I "t 1 ' 11.7,0 11,U, 1!:,
„otl,•
no I }inti 11. hey,.
I ' r>ic,11 It 4.1., .1114,„'„1 I 'tan ;till
par t[:un 11 v•1' t d ?I tr- re an,}
hair.a, 0! 414 it, 11)a _,,,
on- oar ft•...: 1,118,., .., .erne
,h 1,,.,,001 1.,, 1110 I .e !
tpi4{ is,!,
fait ,. ]I+. alt •4 )', ,'1"111 ,,' +toe tut,-
,i•nn•-n :•1 'r.e'r„101114•.
TIr 14,4141 that if
.r, at int 1141'
te-1 1..; tr t voluti, ,1 1 .•,I,
,1 1.1 ell. idea • n the unit t ,
1•1'.'.. And. he Journal e,.11,.ilow',
tor, ,l,,',,,,,ir.,
in 417'44) 14,-O hare.
::' d 1)r 1 il':• ad 1)1x1
t11,11 1)r'
booth;•(1 house,',” i have written
n .•a 1. 41' i,, 114.• .10(7ra:,i, :1n(l i
theeehis areentities, sell;"h may 1111'
p,e•.t. thent.•dr,•d on 417'!,• •ae-rt•nund-
, perhaps lh!> Is true.
But dare I go further? Re--stat-
my conviction at the tiny that the
.•slut: on of our ,time; had been fat:-
ililatdd by as.,istaulce from some tan-
�e, n force.? An4I that, having ach
'eyed its purpose, this force forthwith
departed from u I do not know,
The X remains unsolved.
but I admit that more than ono(.,
during the recent, editing of this
Jouental for pullieati•nn, I have welt-
ened at night covered with a cold
sweat, from a dream in which I ata
one:. more sten/line' in the riot of 'n
L.::,o at 'Twin Hollows, the rad damp
lighted behietd mc, and am looking
nut 11120 the hall at a dim figura'
standing at the foot of the staircase.
A figure which could not possibly
be there. But was there,
• (Signed)
William A. Porter.
Thi, is
1 b:J'Nl':41):14', .IVI,Y 711:, 11)4:(1.
4411 11 tnl: h nen and 41111 no more
num (1' vAial 1 4)1! _ Defeate 1
lit, blit g t, o-. 11, Leal, 1 wet
ra,init of bad iv,.
r1.•,o.
to. 0!,'1'. 1,14:11
,!o' •
or old ),'144, with porter,
u,40-' 1171• 1)l .t ,2:!;', wbtei.
,`s,-,), 1. ... )' t l.(h , .1 •.
tory tYl(1 ',ID a4.t
' 1 Jr, !it: Tit) ie_ 1)1 ' f'li'rt,•.
1'l'o 1:,• Contln44,11),
BIJULI';sli SS OAKS
1I°,1'4144 1ro10strtrtl Mory:g;age and
11 SzAvtni,sChlon attn o'fSarno
� °11' .'A
( ', -'I •, . 1 ail -y 1,0
,.• ;9 .414 fu
Ir•. 141. e; i•l fur
i.i•„.., 1111, ,..r1) ..,...
rdc lnau+,rn,nt Irc0r4„c2c
:and a:.vtn(.t,) Company
r.d(FiP.pd O' ;.;Y” e' ON
AGENT FO0
Firs tar/chile fled Whirl 11144.
Fire) �
COMPANIES
Ir_•r Brussels and vicinity - Phone 647
JAW triS dirF•ADZEAN
dtlent Hold Mutual fire Insurance Company
Also
Hartford Windstorm and Tornado Insurance
Phone t; 4.•e: 1 1f4n'sbr:rry Street. 81•usnels
,iia. MiTHEHLAND s SON
LIMITED
/XS ale, X `E
��•• b. M. SCOTT
N.'JY."'JtXA,r'ac.o r lirarrf'tf(Zl'1” <.fs'"dlf
PRICES MODERATE
For references consult,U,y person whom) sales
1 have u)Ilciated et. Phone 2825
T. T. AV RAE
M. 8., Al. 0. f'., ,8 9. a.
At. e, H., yilb:5e of 1)r 00.5(4
Physician, surgeon, Aecouchetr
' 08lce of reeildenea. oppo,ine 114('l%Ills Church,
• William street.
Tr. M. 'Archon?
BARRISTER, SOLICITOR,
CONVEYANCER, NOTARY PUBLIC
LECKIE BLOCK - .BRUSSELS
OR, WAROLAW
Julie 1 Oth. Honor graduate Of the Ontario Veterinary
t,ommencomtmt week i14 over at College. Dao and night oan', Office opposite
Flour 11((11, 1t 1861,
8
Have you, Mr. Business,,,.,Man, the
time to get out and call on all of your
customers and prospective customers
each week ? If you could do so, it
would be a fine thingifor you and for
your business.
The next best thing to a personal
call from you is to send out your
business message each week in THE
POST, which covers the local com-
munity and will carry your message
to old friends and new friends, alike.
Advertising in THE POST is an
economical, efficient way to reach the
people in your trade territory and let
them know of the buying opportun-
ities offered in your business estab-
lishment.
T
E
J1
r h
o-
a '1
7
I •
r
4 r
ti
� I ,
c
J 7
t t %
It a
tEt
b:ca4.114 �e . tiv.r Lol, C lokaga •19 m,
Lit.1Y,4.1��1-5 z to
�r (1'. .L