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Representing 14 Fire nsurance Companies. Division Court Office, Clinton Frank Fingland, B.A., LL.B. Barrister, Solicitor, Notary Public Successor to W. Brydone, K.C. Sloan Block — Clinten, Ont. . ' By Martha .()stensa DR. F. A. AXON Dentist Graduate of C.C.D.S., Chicago and R.C.D.S., Toronto. Crown and plate work a specialty,. Phone 185, Clinton, Ont. 19-4-34. In Prologue to Love, ther author of ed to find lierrehanged, from •the wo- Wliid Geese, for which she won II 000 prize, and The Dark Dawn has departed boldly from her earlier method, .and has written a genuine romance, more powerful and appeal- ing than her previous realistic nor - els. Autumn Dean's destiny was sealed in a moment of 7noon-lit Looking into Bruce Landor's level eyes, she knew that she loved him, But love between these two was, it seemed, a forbidden thing—a heri- tage • from her mother, MiIlicent 0. dell . . forever loved, forever lost. The setting of this splendid story is the Kamloops Valley of British Columbia., midway ibetween the vast arches of the Rockies and the colorful Cascades. To this region of great sheep ranches, Autumn Dean returns from her schooling a- mong the Continental smart set, to find herself inekapably faced with a fateful secret' and a eonqueriai love. As in the authors earilest nov- els, the present story is •steeped In the stark, wild beauty of the North- west, • It is intensely vital with hu- man drama, Autumn Dean is puzzled by the re- ception given her by her old freind Hector Cardigan, and is made an. easy later by the reception given her by her strange father. But she has come home, is determined to stay and to make the best of it. D. H. McINNE$ CHIROPRACTOR Electro Therapist, Massage Office: Huron Street. (Few Doors west of Royal Bank) Hours—Wed. and Sat, and by appointment. FOOT CORRECTION ihy manipulation Sun -Ray Treatment Phone 207 A. E. COOK PIANO AND VOICE Studio At MR. E. C. NICKLE'S King Street, Clinton. Phone 23w. —Dec. 25-35. GEORGE ELLIOTT (Licensed Auctioneer for the County of Huron Correspondence promptly answered Immediate arrangements can be made for Sales Date at The News -Record, Clinton, or by calling phone 203. Charges Moderate and Satisfaction Guaranteed. man she remembered but . she was not prepared for What she saw there under the soft light of the bed -lamp. She drew back •instinctively before the loot from the tierce black eyes that were turned upon her as she stepped through the doorway. "Come in where I can see you," Jane Lander ordered, and struggled to draw herself up for a closer look at her visitor. Autumn stepped into the light, and stood for a moment smiling dovvn at the frail woman. "Don't you remember me?" she asked in a soft voice that was none too steady. Jane Landor's face twisted sud- denly as if in spasm. She lifted her thin hands to her wasted cheeks and drew her breath in a quick gasp. "There's no *ay of telling that," Jariii countered. "There's go�db1ood in the boy. His father -comes of E• good line." "The world's full of fools who can boast of, good fathers before them then," said Hannah stoutly. "Right enough," declared Jarvis. chuckling to himself. "It takes two to breed even a flock of culls." ` "Will you be using the car 'to -day, Da?" Autumn asked abruptly. "No. m1 be down at the pens till supper., Haven't you done enough traveling to be content for a while?" • "I•have some things to do in town," she •said. leave right a- way and be back early." "There'll be no cause for haste," •the Laird cautioned her. "You drive that ear`like something that had lost her 'wits." Autumn smiled at him. "I'd lase thein completely Da, if I had to sit and watch you drive it." Her father grunted. "There's no taming you, I'm afraid. Well, you didn't get that from me." - • "No," observed old. Hannah, "that she didn't. She's her own mother ov- er again, and there's little fault to find with her for that." Silence fell upon Jarvis Dean as Hannah told of how Millicent Dean had ridden to the hounds in the days when the Cornwallof Ashcroft Man- or were still famous disciples of the chase. Autumn listened eagerly and would have ventured a question here and there but that her father's brows grew darker and his countenance clouded the more as the garrulous old housekeeper proceeded. "That will be enough now," Jarvis interrupted finally, in a voice that quieted Hannah at once and the breakfast was finished in silence. "You'd better be getting away," the Laird advised Autumn as they got up from the table, and Autumn felt that her father had no desire to leave her alone with Hannah. "Get your things together and I'll have the car brought out for you." And while Autumn was in her room preparing for the tip to town, she could hear her father's voice in stern admonishment to poor old Hannah. "You! You!" she cried. "Millicent Odell! .What brings you back here? Take her away, Bruce! ' Take her a- •, Her voice was a hysterical shriek now. She covered her eyes' with her hands as she lay back sobbing' among the pillows. Bruce was beside her instantly, h i s arms about h e r shoulders. "Mother — mother, i t' s Autumn Dean," he tried to reassure her. "Don't you remember Autumn? She has come back." His face under the light was shock- ed and bewildered. "Take her away, I say!" Jane Lan - dor insisted vehemently. "Nothing NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY but death follows in the way of the Odells!" He led the way across the slope to She clung to Bruce, who tried in a point from which the light of the vain to soothe her, and Autumn stole Lander house was plainly visible. in a trembling daze from the room "I hope you will not be shocked at and out of the house. mother's condition," he said. "She ......_a____ has had a stroke, you know, and it ' has left her partially paralyzed. She may not even remember your name." "What a pity," Autumn said. "She was always such a proud, capable woman." Mat season Jarvis Dean nevertheless attended his table of a morning with They rode side by side in the flick- the leisurely grace of a country gen- eying tree shadows under the moon- tleman. If a man could not begin the light and talked of what had happen- day becomingly, the Laird maintain- ed to them since they had been to- ed, he had better remain in •bed. gether at school. Autumn found it He was in good spirits this morn - hard to tell of the petty interests ing as he sat in his place, his daugh- that had occupied her mind during ter on his right and old Hannah op - those years while Bruce had been posite him at the end of the table struggling forward on the sacrifices nearest the kitchen. Hannah Stew - his mother had made in order that he art had, since the death of her mis- should achieve an education that tress twenty years before, been ac. would fit him for the business of liv-1customed to eating with the family ing. How purposeful his life had unless there were guests. This ar- been, how pampered and futile her rangement had seemed to Jarvis to own! I be the most sensible one while , An - It was only when they reached the , tutor was small and had to be attend - long avenue of Lombardy poplars , ed to, arid later nHanah was so much leading to the Landor house that one of the family that it was un - their voices ceased. Bruce seemed thinkable that she should eat alone. suddenly to have become preoccupiedHannahhad seen to it that the paper vith something apart and remote as , streamers and other decroations that he rode slowly forward, his eyes ,1 ix- had festooned the dining room for ed upon the house that stood among !the dance of the night, before had the shadows at the farther end of , been cleared away and the place re - the avenue. A cool ripple of apple- ; stored to its wonted homely easter- hensiveness passed down over Au- ity. She would give her attention to turan'a body, a feeling ominous and the drawing room and the rest of totally strange to her experience. She the house as soon as the meal was recalled now that as a girl she had over, Here in this room, however, always been afraid of Jane Landor, life had returned to its accustomed though she had never knoviii the rea- way. son. And now, within a room there beyond that glowing window, lay the helpless form of the woman whose forbidding manner had often caused A.utunin to shrink from her. It was not fear that over came her now, but pity—deep pity for the woman whose staunch fortitude had been reduced to frailty by a life that had beaten her at last. When Bruce finally dismounted be-. fore the doorway and stretched his hand up to her, she laid her own slen- der one within it and got down. For a moment she clung to his hand and hesitated. "Wait Bruce," she whispered; and the thought struck her that she should not have come like this to see Jane Landor. He smiled -dean; upon her and folded his other hand over hers. "You look—frightened," lie said, leaning 1 gently. "You look stale this Morn - close to her. At his nearness she experienced a faint swaying of the senses, as she had done when she had paused alone there at the entrance to the ravine, the turbulent fragrance of earth and air 'borne in upon her. "Not fright- ened," she told him, "only—somehow strange." ., H • THE McKILLOP MUTUAL Fire Insurance Company Rend Office, Seaforth, Ont. Officers : President, Alex. Broadfoot, Sea - forth; Vice -President, James Con- Goderich; secretary -treasurer, 3J A. Reid, Seaforth. Directors: Alex. Broadfoot, Seaforth, R. R. No. 3; James Sholdice, Walton; Wm. Knox, Londesboro; Geo. Leonhardt, Bornholm, R. R. No. 1; John Pepper, Brucefield; James Connolly, Gode- rich; Alexander McEwing, Blyth, R. R. No. 1; Thomas Moylan. Seaforth, R. R. No. 5; Wm. R. Archibald, Sea - forth, R. R. No. 4. Agents: W. J. Yeo, R. R. No. 3, Clinton; John Murray, Seaforth; James Watt, Blyth; Finley 1VIcKer- cher, Seaforth. Any money to. be paid may be paid to the Royal Bank, Clinton; Bank of Commerce, Seaforth. or at Calvin Cat's Grocery, Goderich. Parties desiring to effect insur- ance. or transact other business will be promptly attended to on applica- ion to any of the above officers ad- dressed to their respective post offi- ces. Losses inspected by the director who lives, nearest the scene. - • • , CANADIAN NATIONAL RAILWAYS CHAPTER V Breakfast in the Dean household had always been a ritual. .In his bus - TIME TABLE • Trains will arrive at and depart front ,. Clinton as follows: 'Buffalo and Goderich Div. Going East, depart 7.08 a.m. Going East, depart 3.00 pan. ,Going West. depart 11.50 a.m. (Going West, depart 9.58 p.m. London, Huron & Bruce /Going North, ar. 11.34. ive. 11.54 a.m. ,Going South 3.08 p.m. It is estimated that there are now 'about 4,000,000 pounds of Canadian 'thnothy seed available for export, rand in ,order to increase the use of ;this Canadian grown timothy seed in fScotland, arrangements have been made at all the Scottish,Agriatotyli, eolleges to test the seed against/a.' ;imported from U against that bed front other countries. Mg, in any 'case.I paw Jane -Lan "You --spoke to her?" • •• • "I'm not .sure.••••‘Perhaps a word. „I, 'forget, It was .what she said, to •me that I have come to ask you about."' fleeter ,moved uneasily. • "Poor' Jane Lander' is not to he held to' ac, connt .,for she ,eays',, these days, my 'dear. 1 uilderstandishe is no longer—coherent." • To Autumn, it seemed that some, perverse fate had ordered the quiet scene so that she might find it im- possible to seek an answer to the questions that had assailed her mind throughout an almost sleepless night. She had ridden home from the Lan - dor place and had returned to her father's guests with a feeling that some curse had been laid upon her. She had moved about under a black spell that was as unreal to her as a delirious dream. And when it was all over and the last guest had gone, she had hurried to her room and lain awake until dawn. Her father turned his eyes search- ingly apon her as she seated herself at thebreakfast table. . • "It was a little too much for you, that business last night," he observed He laughed softly. "I can under - °tend that," he said. "I have some- times felt it myself. But that will pass. Come along in." She followed him into the houee. The large Nein Was in darkness, but a light from the Oen doorway of an adjoining room cast a soft glimmer over the old-fashioned furnishing's' of the place. Immediately a woman's rireiee,. small and nervous to the point ot querulousness, spoke from the inner room. "Is that you, Bruce?" "Yes, mother. I've brought a vis- itor to see you." There was a moment's silence. Then, "A visitor? Who?" "I'll let you figure that out for yourself," Bruce said, and led Au- tumn into the room. Jane rand., '01 in a half -sitting Jane Landor was 111 s a light position among the pillows, thin attached to the bed above ,her th. ' mlorleSs face, Autumn had expect-, ing." • "I didn't.sleep well," Autmn admit- ted. "I'll be all right when I've had a little 'rest." She had permitted her father to know only that she had indulged an impulse last night to get away alone :Zia. a ride in the moonlight; it had been impossible to tell him of her frightening visit to the Landorg. "I don't know what's wrong with the women nowadays," Jarvis contin- ued, "In my 'thrie a young woman could dance all night and go to work the next day and be none the worse for it. But the women to -day have gone to pot." Old Hannah sniffed. "I don't gee that your men nowadays show much to brag about." The Laird .smiled. "Aye, they're a ckfess lot, and have a mighty high 4inion of themselves." "It's hard to -judge the preselit by the past, Da," &Mann voltam'. "Aye,. my girt, theres something in that; too. It's the times that make the difference. It was a hard life we lived' When I Was a Youngster —and it made hard men of, us." And hard women, too, ; Antonin thought, her mind. upon Jane Lander: . "It'd take more than a hard:lite to• make •anythingOld 10:0!; that Parr led; Pm thinking," ktannali StigH "I am not going to hold her re- sponsible for what she said Hector. I want to know the meaning of it, that's all." "Hm-m, well, my dear—what did she say?"' "When I stepped into the room with Bruce, she became hysterical. She declared to Bruce that I was Mil- licent Odell and pleaded with him to put me out." , "Was that all?" "Not quite. As 1 turned to leaVe, I heard her say that death followed in the way of the Odells." "Anything else?" "Nothing. I hurried out and rode back home as fast as I could." For several seconds Hector re- mained standing with his back to the fireplace, his hands folded behind him, his eyes at gaze across the room. "Well, now," he said at last, "it was a somewhat curious greeting you received, I confess, and one like- ly to give you pause, but as I said before, the poor woman—" Hector Cardigan possessed a hor- ror of glaring daylight, and the rays of the late morning sun that filtered into his drawing room between the heavy drapes of the windows suggest- ed to Autumn the curious fingers of the present prying into the crypt of the past. She sat in one of Hector's armchairs, a glass of iced tea in her hand, her lids half closed upon that searching beam of light from the win- dow. Hector had just given her tea and was standing now with his back to the open fireplace, in which glowed still the smoldering ash of his more- ing's fire. Autumn stirred her drink, the ice tinkling 'sightly against the glass, and tflought of Hector's look and manner when he had opened his door to her only a few moments ago. There had been a hint of apprehen- eiveness in that look, as though he had been living. for days in anticipa- tion of some disaster and expected now to hear of its having come. But that, after all, was Hector's manner at any time. It was rather that for a second or two lie had stood and looked at her and said nothing, his eyes searehcing hers in swift and uneasy expectancy, until filially, with an embarrassed cough, he had bidden he" enter. He had suggested a cold drink at once and had lingered un- necessarily, Autumn thought, over its preparation. Now he was himself a- gain, standing there with his hands behind his back, making , odd little snapping sounds with the joints of his fingers. that the elderly soldier triad 'cherish ed, a romantic and hopeless passion for afillieent. Autumn made an et - fort to regain h r composure. "Did Geoffrey Lander love her?" She pursued. -"I don't else how he could help. It, 'Please, Hector. I want the truth. You know exactly what I mean. I must know." Hector Cardigan. stepped slowly from his place and seated himself in a large chair opposite Autumn. He spread his feet before him and slowly brought his hands together, the points of his fingers meeting. "The poor woman, Hector, has lost her sense of tithe and place, but there is no use in your attempting to convince me that there was nothing significant in what she said." "Hm-m—well, perhaps you had better ask me your questions, my dear, and I shall consider them." "What sort of woman was my mother, Hector?" Autumn asked him bluntly. He looked at her quickly, a start- led expression in his eyes. "Your mother? She was the most beautiful woman I have ever known, my dear." "1 have heard that—years ago — from Hannah. Was she in love with my father?" Hector smiled. "How can one know what is hidden hi a woman's heart?" "Hector," she said, glancing up at him with sudden directness, "I came to have a talk with you. Do you mind?" Hector smiled at her , "We used to get on very well with our talks, if I remember." "I was a child, then, Hector," "Yes—that's so, that's so. I really hadn't considered that aspect of our —our friendship, may 1 say?" "I am no longer a child, Hector." "Very true, my dear. I recognize the fact—and I am forced to confess that I have never been a spectacular success in conversations with wm. men." , "You don't have to be on this oc- casion, Hector. I am not here for small talk." "Hm-rn-m—well, of course—" "3 want to ask you some tion" "I cailhot Preinise-a-ah, defifiiteTy you know—to answer any quegtiOn a young woman might put to me. Can I, now?" Autniun' could not' tell whether his manner was becoming evasive or merely apologetic. "You can answer rho questions have in mind, Rector. 3 am sure of that." , • "Well, we shall ace, perhaps. What, for example, are you going to ask?" Autumn drained her glass and set it' aside. "I went Over to visit Jane Landor last night," she began. 41 thought you were .giving a chinde "I left it for an hour or so—and rode over to the Lander place. I met Bruce and he took nie to the house to see his mother." a see. Rather' eingttlar• conduct =for a' hostress,2I Slioulci say." , "I'll admit it was—f'or' the time be - "In my time, My dear," he began, 'We were accustomed to • living our lives in the best way we knew how, without giving much thought to the past. This couatrywas settled by men whi had left their pasts behind them in the Old Country, and were eager to begin life anew in this. It is only natural if I should feel a bit embarrassed, perhaps, in the presence of a young woman who demands that I tell her what manner of mother she had, _I have not grown used to the ways of young people to -day. It hap- pens, however, that I can be just as direct in my answer as you were in your question. You say I know ex- rear of the cottage, blue flags stood actly what you mean. I do. And I tall and brave, cupping' the sunlight. tell you that Millicent Odell, who Autumn stared at them and tried became Millicent Dean; was a woman desperately to check the shaking un - of honor and integrity and ' would certainty of her own heart; it was in have gone to her grave before she Bruce Landor's eyes that she had would have broken the vows that seen the same clean and gallant blue. bound her in marriage to Jarvis (Continued Next Week.) Dean." He paused for a moment and gazed unflinchingly into Autumn's eyes. "Is that an answer to your question, my dear?" he asked fin- ally. "Partly as far as it goes," Autumn replied.. "I think it goes quite far enough," Hector said. "I confess I—" "Let me come to the point at once, Hector," Autumn interrupted. "Be- hind 'what Jane Lander said, to me lest night there exists a ilfe-long hatred—or fear—of mother. A wo- man doesn't ordinarily hate another woman without reason, and some- where at the bottom of it all, if you take the trouble to, search, you find a man. It isn't reasonable 'to sup- pose that father is the man in ques- "I know my father loved her—and tion. We know him too well for that. loves her still, after twenty years. What I want to know is whether Did any one else love her?" Geoffrey Lander is the man." "My dear child, we all loved her," Hector replied with a sigh. He turn- ed slightly away from her then and picked up one of the yellowed dice on the mantel -piece. "She was the only woman I ever loved." The simplicity of the statement brought a momentary silence to Autumn. She was aware suddenly of an awed thrill, as though some haunting fragrance of the past had for a fleet instant possessed the room. But then, as she glanced co- vertly up at Hector, it seemed to her that she had always known as 1 recalh for several days, before the tragedy. Given the iacts, I should imagine ,your guess Would be as good as mine." "And your guess, Hector ?r, Ile considered the question a long- time before he made his reply. 'Then. he got suddenly to his feet and step- ped toward Autumn, his shoulders drawn back -and his head erect in sol dierly bearing. "I refuse to answer that 'question, my girl. You should know better than to ask it. There • is a 'point in such matters beyond which a man of. honour cannot go. I must ask you to consider the question closed." There was no mistaking his mean- ing. He would say no more about it in his present mood. On the other hand; his very manner was in itself a confession. Autumn's question had been answered. She had no desire to leave her old friend in an unpleas- ant frame of mind. She looked up at him and laughed. "Hector, you old goose," she said, "I believe you are ahnost angry. Af- ter all, there isn't much that either of us can do about it now. , Cone a- long, 'darling, and show me your flowers." In Hector's orderly garden at the "I think I have answered that, my dear." "Please, Hector!" Autumn was los- ing her patience: "Do you think that Geoffrey shot himself because he loved mother too much to live without her?" "It is too late—too late by many years, my dear, to answer that ques- tion. I could believe it. I knew Geoffrey well. He was headstrong. He was—romantic, I should say. But he was hopelessly in debt at the time —and he had been drinking heavily, C. N. R. EARNINGS CONTINUE UPWARD The gross revenues of the all-in- clusive Canadian National Railways System for the week ending Decem- ber 21, 1935, were $3,490,836.00; as . compared with $3,085,551.00 for the corrseponding period of 1934, an in- crease of •$405,285.00. TIMOTH Y SEED FOIL BRITISH MARKET Due to the great drought in the United States last year there have been increased imports of timothy seed into the United Kingdom from Canada and Continental countries. The United States, up till 1934, for- merly supplied all the requirements in timothy seed of the United King- dom a n d European Continental countries. This year, however, there appears to have been a bumper crop of timothy in the United States which will probably affect the mar- ket for Canada. Sweden and Fin- land are being favored as well as ihome-grown seed as sources of sup- ply due to the excellent results a- chieved. Canadian timothy is con- sidered of high quality and tests have been arranged at all agricultur- 'al colleges in Scotland for next year Somebody to see you! ' IF EVERYBODY with something to interest you should conte and ring your bell, what a nuisance it would be! Think of the swarming, jostling crowd, the stamping of feet on your porch and carpets! Every week we know of callers who come to see you. They never jangle the bell—they don't take up your whole day trying to get your attention. Instead they do it in a way that i's most considerate of your privacy and your convenience. They advertise in your newspaper! In this way you have only to listen to those you know at a glance have something that interests you. They make it short, too, so you can gather quickly just what you want to know. You can receive and hear them all without noise or confusion in a- very f ew minutes, Ii fairness tt yourself look over all the adver- tiseifitilliii, The smallest and the largest—you never can be sure which one will tell something you really wgrit to know. 1111) U1illUUII 11 A FINE MEDIUM FOR AnirtitTIOING—.7READ ADS IN THIS tSg-trt. LJ• ' PHONE T'- •1