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H. T. RAN.CE' :.
NOTARY PUBLIC
Fire Insurance Agent
Representing 14 Fire Insurance
Companies -
Division Court Office, Clinton' '
Frank Fingland,1B.A., LL.B.
Barristor, Solicitor, Notary Public
Successor to W. Boydone. K.C.,
Sloan Block .... — .... Clinton; Ont.
DR. G. S. ELLIOTT
Veterinary Surgeon
Phone 203 — Clinton, Out.
H. C. MEIR
Barrister -at -Law
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Ontario
Proctor in Admiralty.
Notary Public and Commissioner
Offices in Bank of Montreal Building
-Hours: 2.00 to 5.00 Tuesdays
and Fridays.
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CHIROPRACTOR
Electro Therapist, Massage
Office: Huron Street, (Few Doors'
we of Royal Bank)
Hours—Wed. and Sat., and by
'appointment.
FOOT CORRECTION
by Manipulation Sun -Ray Treatment
Phone 207
HAROLD,' JACKSON
Licensed Auctioneer
Specialist in Farm and Household
Sales.
Licensed in Huron and 'Perth
Counties. Prices reasonable; satis-
faction guaranteed.
For information. etc. write or phone-
Hareld Jackson, R.R. No. 4 Seaforth,
phone 14-661. '06-012
ERNEST W. HUNTER
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57 Bloot Str, W. Toronto Ont.
THE McKILLOP MUTUAL
Fire Insurance Company
Head Office, Seaforth, Ont.
Officers: President A. W. McBwing,
Blyth; Vice -President, W. M. Archi-
bald, Seaforth; Manager and See.
Treats., M. A. Reid, Seaforth.
Directors: Wm. Knob, Londesboro•
Alex. Broadfoot, Seaforth; Chris,
Leonhardt, Dublin; E. J. Trewartha,
Clinton.; Thos Moylan, Seaforth; W.
R. Archibald, Seaforth; Alex McEw-.
irtg, Blyth; .Frank McGregor, Clinton;
Hugh Alexander, Walton.
list obi wi oats:
d Wath, Blyth; J .E. Pepper, , Bruer
field; 'RUR. No. 1; R.P.°Mentifeher
Dublin, R R. • No. 1; J. r. Prouder,
Any money to be paid may.be,paid
to the Royal Bank, Clinton Bank et
Commence, Seaforth, or at Calvin
r-'utt'v Greeer'Y, "Gederieb,
Parties desiring to effeet in ur-
anee or transact other bush:ees will
• be promptly attended to on appliea-
tion to any of tam above officers'ad-
dresbed to their reepeetive poet o
ces. Losses inspected by the director.
TIME TABLE
Trains will arrive at and depart from
Mitten as follow*:
Bui'tale and: Gederith Div.
Going khat, depart 6.43 a.m.
Going Eist dirt 3.00 pint:
Going West, depart 1140
Going' West, depart 9.60 p.m.
Landow--Glatea
Going south as'. 2.50, '' leave 8.00 p.m.
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FOR A MILD, COOL, SMOKE
by
Helen Topping :1Vdilier '
CHAPTERS
Mona Lee Mason was lost the mo-
neent . she looked' at Gary Tallman,
standing _there' waiting for a ride at
the filling station. He had sandy,
curly hair' and an engaging simile,
and he walked up Calmly and with
naive'' confidence.
"I'm Gary Tallman,` from Ala-
bama," he said, in an educated voice
overlaid with n: a soulthern drawl.
"Would you let me ride into town
with'. you? I missed the bus, and
it's pretty important that 1' get. into
San ,Antonio '".tomorrow. . I assure
you that I'm perfectly safe. You
can have this man search me, if you
like."
Mona Lee looked, at him. He was
a 'nice looking young 'man, with
frank gray eyes. His tan riding.
pants and- boots had'cost money, and
his one suitcase was of good leather.
She said as kindly as she -could,
"I'm not in the habit of picking up
people..."
"-'Naturally, he agreed. "I knew
that when I looked. at you."
"My husband=" began Mona Lee
uneasily. -
"I know. Hes probably a very
wise. husband." He smiled at her.
"But I'm a petroleum engineer
from—" he named a good univer-
sity—" on the way to a job,"
"My son-in-law is in oil. Leases."
Mona Lee mentioned the company,
stalling for time. .
"Up with the big fellows,' is he?
I've been trying to get in there, but
they're not taking on any geophysic
men. But there's a chance in Mex-
ico—if you're willing to work cheap -
Gary Tallman smiled. For the
last seventeen years, Mona Lee ,Ma-
son had been feeling a sick jerk 'of
agony whenever she saw a tall boy
with sandy, curly hair. Because
little Phil would have grown up look-
ing like that—tall and swaggering
and audacious, with hair exactly
this color.
"I don't go all the way to town,"
Mona Lee told him. "Our place is
two miles this side. But probably
you can. get a ride the rest of the
way."
The boy put his suitcase on the
floor in the back. But he opened
the front door and got in beside her.
"You've .been over in the oil
field's?" she asked "Pretty hard
work, isn't -it?"
"I•'ve been rigging—and that is
tough. Especially if you're itching
to be doing something that you've
been trained to do."
."My son," Mona Lee went on, "is
third year law at the University of
Virginia."
"Swell school," approved her pas-
sengen. 1. 1 d^' ' I
Mona Lee thought of Harvey Jun-
ior -'—dark and lean and -tall, dark
like her but not like her in other
ways—he was too quick and smooth
and sarcastic. Not much like his
father, either. Harvey Senior was
blunt and earthly and direct. Mona
Lee admitted to herself that she
was a little afraid of her son. But
little Phil would have been like this
stranger here. Phil had loved the
soil and had always opened his big
gray eyes wide and told the truth
naively,
"The law," Gary Tallman• went
on, "is pretty crowded. Your hus-
band is in law?"
"Oh,• - no—he's a rancher. He
+wises 'grade Brahma stock and buys
cattle:"
She felt his eyes move over her
and was glad that her new' spring
suit and her straw hat were becom-
ing. She was forty-three, but the
young .boys still danced with her at
pasties, and that pleased Harvey
though'he wouldn't : say. so. They'
ad been married twenty-four years,'
and they had been happy years.
This boy talked well. He had
seen a lot of the world. His fa-
then•, , so he said, was in cotton in
Brazil and his mother had died .when
he was seven. Mona Lee felt a
choking lump of sympathy at that.
She loved boys so much. She moth-
ered every lanky male creature
Harvey hired on the place. The
irony was that she had never been
able to mother Harvey Junior, at
all. Nor her young. son-in-law,
Oliver Kimball, ,
Harvey Junior had always been
terribly self sufficient, resenting au-
thority, _reading ,books, that worried
his mother. But this boy here in the
car was pleasantly easy. He had
been around the world on a tramp
W. N. U. FRTURF'SI
freighter, he. told her. He had,
worked, rigging wells and wading
hot mud in a Louisiana "swamp.
"But you; can't be more than
twenty?" she Said.
"I'm twenty-four.; I worked' in
summers, plaayed football in the dor-
mitory to get through school. My.
father married again—'ands though,
my stepmother's a good scout, she
had three kids of her own, and I
didn't,Want tq take help from them."
She found herself telling him
about her daughter, Adelaide, who.
was fair and calm and quick -minded
like Harvey.
"She didn't want to go to college.
She's at home this year, but I think.
she's a little bit lost. She has beaux
hanging around, but I don't think
she cares much about any of them.
"You," said the boy abruptly,
"have good hands • for a horse. In
Brazil last year, I rode a lot. Those.
fellows down there are terrific on
horseback."
Mona Lee •smiled a little: "Son,
I grew up in a western saddle. And
1 can generally make a horse do
'what I want hint to do.'
"Does your daughter ride, too?"
"She used to. And then her fa-
ther bought her a little ear and now
she says horses don't go fast enough.
This is our place now—'it begins at
this fence."
"Good looking cattle," approved
Gary Tallman.,
"Every last ,head of that herd is
eligible for registry. Of course,
some of our stuff is just beef
stuff.—"
"Look out!" barked the boy.
It was Slim's fault, of course.
The fence should have been tight,
the red hog should never have been
browsing in that clump of ball grass
ready to dart out, with porcine
perversity, where the concrete abut-
ment of a culvert stuck up,
There was a sickening swerve
and the car tottered- on two wheels
for a breath before it roared• down
the shoulder and into the ditch, to
end with a sickening, jolting crash
and smashing of glass.
Mona Lee sat stunned for a min-
ute, her stomach hurting, her neck
twisted, the broken steering wheel
still in her hands. Her hat was off
and • her lap was full of glass, and
there was blood running into her
eye, and: her knees burned and
stung. Slowly she got back her
breath, opened her taut fingers,
looked around, though merely mov-
ing' her head made her giddy.
The door on the other side was
open and hanging at a crazy angle,
and of Gary Tallman only his boot-
ed feet were visible, sticking up in-
side the car.
Mona Lee tried to open the door
beside her, bot it was sprung and
would' not move, so she climbed over
the boy's legs, and tried to straight-
en his body, flung across the run-
ning board; his head on the ground.
His face was greenish gray and the
skin had been scraped off his- fore-
heasl, but he' was breathing thinly
through his mouth. She remember-
ed about -spines and ` that you
shouldn't lift an injured person, so
she dragged some grass under his
head and staggered back to sit down
on the culvert till her head cleared. a
little.
Her ears were ringing' so that she
did not hear the truck coming till
the brakes squealed right at her
ears, and -a man jumped down be-
side her.
"Good gosh, Mrs. Mason!" It was
Slim, Mona Lee began to cry and'
scold hysterically,.
"It was that red hog—Harvey
told you to fix that fence. Don't you
lift that boy—you might break his
back. You go get something to car-
ry him on." - -
"Your face is cut." Slim was dab-
bing at a smarting place with his
dubious handkerchief. "Sure lucky
you ain't killed—the way that fcar's.
busted. up. Easy, now hang on to
me. I'll get you home and fetch
some help to take care of 'him."
"He's breathing yet —. but - you'd
better hurry."
She did not faint, thank goodness.
"Don't send him to -any' hospitai..-.
you bring him here," she- ordered,
when Slim helped her into the house.
And then, when people were run-
ning around frantically and tele-
phoning and exclaiming, she sat on
a straight chair and wondered' what
had _happened to her hat.
The bed was smooth and cool,
and the windows of the room looked
out on wide pastures and a little
ravine "where' mesquite trees were
beginning to run a gay, 'pale green,
under the spring sun.
When his side had,stoppect its dull'
aching and his head, • had cleared up
and the nurse stopped shooting stuff,
into his arm every time he moaned.
Garry Tallman became •aware 'that.
it was spring and that there Was a
tawny -haired girl -who- came into
his room now an& then.
Her name, so he had garnered
out of the muddle of his percep-
tions, was Adelaide.
Other people "came and went.
Mrs. Mason, with a patch of plaster
on her forehead and a worried • look
on her kind face •She felt responsi-
ble for his broken, ribs and collar-
bone and the crack on the head he'd
got when, the car hit the pig, and
she urged him `over, and' over not to
worry; he'd be taken care of and
just as soon as he .wasstrong
enough they'd see that he got down
to his job in Mexico.
And now and then Mr. Mason
came in. Gary was very apologetic
when the big sandy man towered
over the bed. But Harvey, Mason
didn't seem to resent his presence.
This room he lay in belonged to
Harvey Junior, so he had ,learned,
Adelaide Mason had .a husky voice
and slow gray eyes. Lying in the
dark, with the spring breeze stirring
the. curtains, Gary could still see her
eyes. Little dark blue rings around
the irises, and her lashes . had gold
on the ends and made 'shadows on
her cheeks. There Was a peppery
line of freckles across her nose and
her lips Were lovely. She had nice
clean bright hair. ' -
The older Mason daughter, Grace,
came on Sunday. She was different.
Her hair was 'black and her eyes
were cold and. indifferent. She wore
too much lipstick -and she hid a 'hus-
band who looked like a collar ad. His
name was Oliver, he was in solid
with a big petroleum concern.
Oliver -asked him about football
and about Mexico, and said he
thought chances Were darned slim
down there and anyway cheap Mex-
ican crude was playing the dickens
with the oil business.
He decided that he didn't like Oliv-
er, and his opinion did not change
even when he saw Oliver in old fish-
ing- clothes.
But Adelaide was different, and
Mrs. Mason was swell. She brought
up trays herself and fed him custard
with a spoon, when they wouldn't
let him use his arm or lift his head.
The hand was purple and felt like
wood, lying on the cool counterpane.
Mrs. Mason told him about her little
boy, Phil who had died when he was
"He would have been just your
age now. He'd have looked like you,
I thinlc. He was a year older than
Harvey Junior—and three years
older than Adelaide."
So Adelaide was twenty-one. Mrs.
Mason told him that she had had four
children in six years.
"They were all little at once-
and then they all grew up at once—
and now I'm left with nobody to
mother," So she mothered calves and
ranch hands and Gary Tallman.
"I'11 have to he going soon," Gary
reminded her. "I've been enough
trouble to you. And I'm going to
pay back everything, you know—
the nurse and the doctor and all.
It may take me a couple of years,
but I'll pay."
"Of cout•Se." Mona Lee was. too
wise a woman to begin protesting
thathe owed them nothing.
When they propped Gary Tallman
up in bed at last and let Slim come
up to shave him, he looked out the
windows at the green World where a
lazy rain was falling, and then
brought his eyes back to Adelaide.
She wars• perched on the foot of the
bed, holding' the ,bowl of hot water'
and laughing at Slim's earnestness
as he scraped -and with breathless
suddenness Gary saw Mexico go
'sliding off the end of the continent
and plump itself into the Panama
Canal—and he neer missed' it.
He was in love and'it hurt.
ITO BB CONTINUED)
V
THE GPRMAN SOLDIER'S BRIDE
This poem was broadcast in the
English programme of the European
News Service of the B.B.C.
And what slid he send you, my bonny
last,
From the old, old town of Prague?
From Prague he send me the ribbon-
ed she's,
For my dancing toes, the ribboned
shoes,
From the old,•old town of Prague.
Ani 1. it ;
And what did he send you, my bonny,
lass,
From Oslo over the sea?
From Oslo he sent me a -far-lined
'hood,'
So soft and so ;good, my fur -lined
hood, •'
From Oslo over the sea
And what did he send you, by bonny
From theriches of Amsterdam?
From Amsterdam he sent me a bon-:
With gold thread upon it, a fine
starched bonnet,
From: the riches of Amsterdam
And what did he`send you, -my bonny
lass,
From Brussels in Flanders so red?
From Brussels he sent me the shim-
mering lace,
To set off my face, the shimmering
lace,
From Brnssels in Flanders so red
And what did he send you my bonny
Pasts,' 1.
From Paris, the city of light?
From Paris he' sent me a`siliten•de'ess,
A dreaming caress, ah! silken dress!
From Paris the city of light.
And- what did 1)e send you, my bonny
lass,
From the deep, deep Russian snout?
From Russia he sent me my widow's
weeds,
For the funeral feast, my widow's
weeds,
My widow's weeds' front the deep,
deep Russian snow.
ROYAL -CHARTER OF CANADA'S
The Royal Charter of the Bank of
Montreal was granted by His Majesty
King William W. Preserved' in the
Bank's museum, the original charter
is a parchment document of five
pages, measuring 20 ,x 28 each, AS
I "
OLDEST BANK
pictured here, the four top pages are
folded down to disclose the King's
Seal, which, made of wax weighing
nearly a pound, is attached to the
document by a silk cord and, enclosed
in a metal box to prevent injury
War having Stamp Free
DON'T MISS YOUR NAME!
The Plan in A Nutshell
Each week there will appear in an
advertisement on thispage, the name
and address of someone residing in
Clinton or district.
WATKIN'S
Service Station
Huron St. Phone 18
Sunoco Products
' Goodrich Batteries
Lubrication, A -Z
Brucefield Garage .
WM. H. DALRYMPLE
Sunoco, Gas—Oil—Grease
General Repairs to All Makes
of Cars, Acetylene and Electric
Welding, Machinist and Mill-
wright.
Phone Clinton 618r4
Brucefield, Ont.
REG. BALL
.9he11 Service Station
Gas and Oil
Your present car may have to '
last a long time. Have us lubri-
cate and inspect it at regular
intervals and keep it rolling.
Phone 5 No. 8 Highway
JOE McCULLY & CO.
General Merchants
Sunoco Gas and Oils
Seaforth,
ar-coy
Ikucefield, Ont.
Clinton
at -tire
Try
,W ellsr Auto Electric
For Complete Motor
Tune-ups
Generators and starters . Ex-
changed, Carburetors, Batteries
Brakes Relined and Adjusted
Wrecker Service
W. D. (BILL) WELLS,
Prop.
Phone .349. Clinton
H. F. BERRY
Groceries, Dry Goods
Boots and Shoes, Hard-
ware, Paints and Oils
Flour and; Feed, Etc.
Phones
• Seaforth Clinton .
23-659 -23-618
Brucefield; Ord:;
Simply locate your name, clip out the
advertisement and present it to The
Clinton News -Record Office, and you
will receive.
A War Savin gs stamp free
GODERICH
BOTTLING WORKS
Tweedies,
Popular drinks
It is safest to get
the best
58 Picton St. Phone 489
Uoderich, Ont
R. V. IRWIN
Dry Goods
Women's and Children's
Ready -to -Wear
Phone 96 — Victoria Street
When you buy here you
can take your change in
War Savings Stamps
PUBLIC UTILITIES
COMMISSION
CLINTON
Repairs and Mainten-
ance Service
Phone 20
C. V. COOKE
Florist
Flowers for All
Occasions
66w Phones 66i
Orange ,.St. Clinton
SUTTER & PERDUE
Hardware
Plumbing and Heating:
Deal Here and. Take
your change in
War Savings ;Stamps
Phone 147w Albert St'.
SUPPORT THE WAR: EFFORT
BUY VICTORY BONDS
EAT LESS MEAT
EAT MORE EGGS
Always Fresh at
R. L. JERVIS
Norman Sly, RR 2
THE KOZY GRILL
Clinton. Ontario
"Nott just a place to Eat
But a place to eat An-
other."
Meals—Lunches—
Sandwiches
Serve By Saying
We sell War Saving Stamps
B. F. Thrower
With so much low testing bar-
ley in this section, barely test-
ing high brings a nice premium.
Bring in samples of your bar-
ley. If the test is high, I am
sure you will find the price I am
offering interesting.
FRED 0. FORD
Grain and Seed Phone 123w
Nothing Matters Now
But Victory
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