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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Clinton News Record, 1936-12-31, Page 2•PAGE 2 ' THE CLINTON NEWS-IZECORD JAC .21, 1936 The Clinton News -Record With which is Incorporated TER NEW ERA • TERMS or SUBSCRIPTION 9L50 ner vear in advance, to Cana- dian addresses. $2.00 to the U.S. or Ither foreisn countries. No paper discontinued until all arrears are paid unless at the option of the publish- er. The data to which every sub- scription is paid is, denoted on the ... /abet. ADVERTISING RATES — 'Tran- • sient advertising 12e per count line /or first insertion. 8e for each2 li• insertion. Heading counts 2 lines. Small advertisements not to •,eiceeed one inch"„such as "Wanted," Lost," "Strayed," etc., inserted once. • for 35c, each subsequent insertion 15e. Rates for display advertising • rnade known on application. Communications intended for pub - di cation inust, as a guarantee of good faith, be accompanied by the name of the writer. 'G. K. HALL, M. R. CLARIC, Proprietor. Editor. • H. T. RANCE • Notary Public, Conveyancer Financial. Real Estate and Fire In- urance Agent. Representing 14 Fire Insurance Companies. Division Court Office, Clinton Frank Fingland, BA.,LL.B. ,Barrister, Solicitor, Notary Public Successor to W. Brydone, K.C. Sloan Block --Clinton, Ont. • D. H. McINNES • CHIROPRACTOR Electro Therapist, Massage Office: Huron Street. (Few Doors • west of Royal Bank) • Hours—Wed. and Sat. and by appointment. FOOT CORRECTION by manipulation Sun -Ray Treatment Phone 207 Iii By Robert Antes Bennet • spurred him to redoubled activity. He knew it to be the fordrunner of the autumn blizzards that might now how1. down off the. snowclad SelwYris at mey time. While Mr. Ramill's slight fever re- mained, he said little and seemed to take everything as a matter of course. He had fully recovered from the ef fects •of shock even before the fifth day, when the bullet wound through his tapper chest began to heal. But with the passing of his feverish con- dition, the irritability of convales- cence jabbed him out of his placid Allen Garth is preparing to make a trip to a mine which he has discov- ered in the Canadian Northwest when an aeroplane appears at the little re- fueling, station and an elderly man, a young man . and a young woman alight. The two men who are looking for mining prospects, become much in- terested in some specimens of ore. shown them by Garth. They are all rather haughty, especially the girl, and treat Garth like a servant, but he shows his independence and does- n't allow himself to be ordered about. They decide to take Garth in their aeroplane to inspect his mine and if it turns out to be worth working to take a lease An! a year and give him sixty percent. of the output. They become so interested that they try to get away in their plane leaving him behind so he can put in their claim for the mine. They are thwar- ted in this and their plane is swept down the falls and destroyed. Garth then agrees to lead them out if they will do just as he says. and he has got them out to the Mackenzie. GEORGE ELLIOTT Licensed Auctioneer for 'the County of Huron Correspondence promptly answered Iinmediate arrangements can be, made for Sales Date at The News -Record, •Clinton, or by calling phone 203. Charges Moderate and Satisfaction Guaranteed. THE McKILLOP MUTUAL Fire Insurance Company Head Office. Seaforth, Ont. Officers: President, Alex. Broadfoot, Sea - forth; Vice -President, John E. Pep- per, Brucefield; Secretary -Treasurer, .M. A. Reid, Seaforth. Directors: Alex. Broadfoot, Brucefield; James 'Sholdice, Walton; William Knox, 'Londesboro; George Leonhardt, Dub - 'lin; John E. Pepper,Brucefield; •James Connolly, Goderich; Thomas 'Moylan, Seaforth; W. R. Archibald, tSeaforth; Alex. MeEwing, Blyth. List of Agents: W. J. Yeo, Clin- ton, R. R. No, 3; James Watt, Blyth; John E. Pepper, Brucefield, R. R. No. 1; R. F. McKercher, Dublin, R. R. No. 1; Chas. F. Hewitt, Kincardine; Si. G. Jarmuth, Bornholm, R. R. No. 1. Any money to be paid may be paid •to the Royal Hank, Clinton; Bank of 'Commerce, Seaforth. or at Calvin tCutt's Grocery, Goderich. Parties dedirieg 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. • ANADIANN TIONAt Al !SYS TIME TABLE 'Trains will arrive at and depart from Clinton as follows: Buffalo and Goderich Div. 'Going East, depart 7.03 a.m. Going East, depart 3.00 p.m. ••Going West, depart 12.02 p.m. 'Going West, depart - 10.08 p.m. London, •Huron & Bruce 'Going North, ar. 11,34, ive 12.02 p.m. Going South 3.08 p.m. ,Canadian Leather like that for cuts." He pointed to, the scattered ashes of the dead fires. "Be quick. Build a big blaze and throw on green wood. That southbound plane! Must signal it. • Even if he's aboard, he can't keep the pilot from corning down." • Lilith Ramill's head drooped de- spondently. "I saw it this morning —way out across the sky: First there was the drone of the motor. Then I saw it—way off. Only, I could do nothing. Yesterday I used your last match. I wanted to boil for Dad the one pinch of tea that's left.. A puff of wind blew- out the flame. Now there's no hope. He took your rifle too. No fire or food or gun, or any chalice of rescue!" From Canada's Farms NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY contentment. "Why are you loafing around here, Garth?" he r asped. "Instead of wasting all this time piling up food, you could have made a canoe and run us down across to that refueling post days ago." Garth swept his right hand edge- wise out across his upturned empty left palm. "No gun—no hides. Dead birch—no bark. No hides, no bark— no canoe." • "Huh! Do you mean -to sey we'll have to stick here and freeze in your darnned Arctic winter'?" "Growl away, sir," Garth approved. "Sounds good. It means you'll soon be in shape for rafting. As for your question, perhaps you imagine Miss Ramill and I have been heaving that down timber over the bank just for sport." The millionaire staggered to his feet unaided for the first time since Husby had shot him down. "A raft! How the devil can you make one if you can't make a canoe? No rope or rawhide thongs to tie the logs togeth- er." Garth supported him over through the spruce thicket to the drop-off of the bank. The wobbly invalid squat- ted on the brink, and stared in sur- prise. Down the beach, c lose beside the water, his daughter sat plaiting a great pile of willow withes into a thick line. Before her floated a part- ly built raft of dead birch tree trunks The shorter, smaller cross logs were lashed on with spruce -root and plait- ed -willow tie -lines. Mr. Ramill's gaze passed over the raft, to peer out across the immense lake -like expanse of the great river The water was covered with white- caps, whipped up by the chill norther- ly wind. "Raft! Ugh! It's worse out there than the white water when we shot those rapids." • "There'll be plenty of free bathing for us, but no danger of drowning. Garth replied. "Only trouble, this wind would blow us upstream. We'll have to wait for a, shift. The only other chance is that one of the boats may be coming out." "Boats?" "The supply steamers of the Hud son's Bay Company and other traders, taking out the season's cargoes of furs." The millionaire grunted his relief: "Ugh --steamers! Almost good as a plane." "If one comes along, and if we see It in time," Garth qualified. "You are rather farsighted. You might watch for smoke downriver." "I'll do that. Damn your diddling with any raft! Ten to one, you've al- ready let every steamer slip past. All this time With your nose rubbing those damned logs!" Garth went down to tell Lilith that her father was by way of being a well man. He sent her to move the camp to a small opening in the thicket, close behind the grumbler. Fuel for a bonfire had already been heaped up on the beach. Garth looked around and saw her father tossing in feverish sleep under the shade of a slight brush canopy. He gave the overwrought girl a ban- tering smile. "What, merely' a matter of fire, medicine, food, and escape? If only you were a boy scout! How about becoming a Campfire Girl? Fetch me a two -foot willow branch the size of your forefinger, and thong, one !straight dry stick, and that chunk of dead birch trunk." A little sand increased the friction of the fire -drill point at the bottom CHAPTER XVI of ;the shallow hole he made in the Woodcraft block of- wood. The dry birch soon began to smoke. Lilith had gathered Out of the pit of blackness, tinder of dead inner bark. In wide- Garth's first. dimly conscious eyed wonderment, she watched the thoughts were of water. He was still simple primitive method of fire mak- swimming. . .. No, the water was ing. only on his face. Not ram, nor pour -1 When Garth stood up beside the ed water—something wet sopping .his crackling flames of the new fire, he forehead. found himself stronger than he ex - He opened his eyes, blinked the daze peeted. All shock from his wound from them, and found himself gazing had passed during his two days' un - up into a pair of sunken blue eyes.1 consciousness, and his healthy tis - They were clouded and dark with sues had already begun to heal. misery. Yet with strange sudden -1 "" ness ,they brightened. At that he Now we're under way,he said. "Next comes medicine. By using the ashes, you gave our wounds sterile dressings. Your father was tuned up to the pink of condition. His wound will heal rapidly as mine. What lit- tle fever he has means nothing. To cool it, crush in his drinking water some of the cranberries from over there along the edge of the muskeg. You might boil willow bark and add a little of the bitter decoctibn to the cranberry juice." "Oh, it's good to know he's not sick. But to starve to death!" Garth pointed to the wild fowl out in the swamp. They were beginning to flock together with the approach of autumn. "How •would you like canvasback or mallard for dinner?" Her eyes brightened, only to dour again. "You have no gun." After looping some thongs to his belt, he went to stack a hollow pile of brush on a forked stub that had broken off from a fallen beech tree. Out in the water, he bobbed under and came up with his head between the forks of the float. The leaves and twigs made a blind from which he could see out without being seen. "I have this year caused to be :manufactured out of the wool shorn from the sheep sent by your majes- ty, several kinds of cloth; our tanner- ies supply one-third of the leather re- quired here, and at present I have 'Canadian fabrics to dress myself from head to foot". Thus wrote Talon, the Intendant of New France (Canada), to Louis XIV in 1-72. Prior to this, Talon had es- tablished two tanneries, one at Que- •.bee and the other at Montreal. To- day the tanning of hides and skins forms one of the most important manufacturing industries in the Do- , -minion, the output from the 85 Cana- dian tanneries consisting of . leather of all kinds—sole, upper, harness, up- • holstering, trunk and bag, glove and 'coat, and other varieties. Agriculture is the mainstay of the • tanneries, cattle hides being most • largely used, at a total cost of $6,- •:356,365. Next in importance is the • item "calf and kip'- skins, with a 'total cost of $2,764,103. Other kinds • of hides and skins of less importance are sheep and goat skins and horse hides. The number of Canadian hides • used is largely in excess of the num- ber of those of foreign. origin, Cana- • dian cattle hides showing 76 per cent ..of the total number: used, and Cana- • dian calf, and kip skins amounting to • 61 per cent. With regard to sheep skins, more foreign skins are im- ported. In 1935, the value of the output of tanneries in Canada was $20,497,553; this being the largest amount record- • ••ed since 1929: realized they were the eyes of Lilith Ramill. "What's happened?" he muttered. Even as his lips moved, he remember- ed. "Huxby—his pistol. Must have —shot me." "Yes. Dad also." Garth ,sought to tense his flaccid muscles, ready to bound up. She laid a restraining hand on his fore- head. "Lie still. He went—" "Went?" "Right after it. Be quiet, else you may go unconscious again. The bul- let cut across the back of your head. All these two days you've lain there in that frightful stupor. I could not wake you up. I felt sure you'd die." "Stupor—two days?" he muttered. "Concussion—brain." He made deliberate trial, and found he could move his legs .and arms. "Luck ---no paralysis. Soon be all right. But—your father? You said, 'father also.' Can't see why. Wolf was rabid only for my claim — not blood mad." "Of course! The cowardly beast meant only to murder you. But when he fired again. Dad jumped up be- tween," "Bad?" "Not if there was a doctor. It's through the shoulder. The coward— to run off with the canoe, instead of shooting himself like a man!" "Ran off, did he? Thought he had killed your father?" "No, he said it wasn't serious. All we needed was to take Dad in the canoe and get that man Tobin's medi- • cal Itit. "Yet, he ran off withou you?" squawk. He waded back to shore "I made him go. I drove him off, with five dead mallards tied to his the beastly sneaking coward!" belt. Garth stared perplexed. "You did After the meal on roast duck, he that? Yet he wanted to take your set some rabbit snares. He then father where he could receive treat - showed Lilith how to Make cords by splitting off strands from peeled "AIR POCKETS" BY GORDON GRAHAM • services, picked up a type -written cold and grey and dripping. He rec- koned he must be half -way across the Channel. It was the wind which wor- ried him. It boiled through the joints in.the windshield and flew in streams from the grinding propeller. It seem- ed impossible that any fabric could stand up to the strain. A sudden gust caught him un- awares. It lifted the Avro's tail and flung Read against the cockpit. Kick- ing the rudder -bar sivagely, he then straightened her out. At the same mo- ment he heard the motor splutter; a series of coughs which ended in a choking sob. The engine had died' on him. sheet from, his desk, "It's a "had report, Read", he said. "Fog over the Channel as far as Beau- vais and general storms." "In that case the sooner I'm off the better. Will you send the packet over to the hangars when it comes?" Carver nodded. - "It should be here at any moment." He held out his hand. "You'll have a tough job to get through. Let me know when you arrive, and happy landiegs!" There was an empty feeling in the pit of Carver's stomach as he watch- ed the boy stride from the room. It was a foul morning. A heavy, soak- ing ram swept the airport and fell in- to dark pools on the ground. The wind screamed across the deserted tarmac. If it kept us there would be hell to pay over the channel. He waded, neck deep, up the mus- keg stream so slowly that the stub and branches appeared to be an or- dinary bunch of driftwood. He al- lowed a flock of teal to swim by. They were too small to bother with. When he stepped off over his depth, he began to tread water. By a q uiet movement of his hands under the suface, he glided the blind into the midst of a mallard flea. The trick was to grasp a duck's feet and jerk the bird under before it could ment." She frowned, "He thought you dead. But after I nearly fainted, I puthed against you to get up. I felt you were still alive. I was afraid you'd come to—:would move. He would have—finished you. So I—drove him off." "Leaving yourself and your father marooned here." ' The 'girl stiffened. Her mouth went hard. "Don't fancy I did it for you! It was—it was because I was not going to let him finish his sneak murder. It would have been the same if -I'd gone off and let you die. •Yop can see that You must!" He smiled up at her frown. "All the more sporting of you. Not half bad,' I'd say." "Oh, but it is bad—frightfully bad! No food—not a thing to give Dad all this time. No chance of getting any for either of you. And now his fever, too. No medicine for it!" number were soon on the smoke A sudden thought jerked Garth up' rack, along with ducks and rabbits. to' a sitting position. He swayed For the present and near future, the front dizziness. Then his head elem.- question of food had been met. But ed. He was only rather weak from the subarctic summer had about reached its end. Still more rapidly than before, the nights were -becoming lotiger and blacker. A cold sleety rainstorm drenched He heid'the girl murmur: the canal)It brought only temporary .4:44;4:Dad's the same way—ashes discomfort, for Garth kept the fire and the;"finrsz to hold it on. Ashes or alive uhder a tlanted heap of spruce soot -1 once heard about something beiighs. ' N.M.& the less, the storm Read chose the Avro in B hangar. He himself had helped to tune her, and knew every sigh of the engine mounted in her snub nose. The ma- chine stood on the soaking concrete, trembling slightly under the revolu- tions of the idling engine, as the mes- senger arrived. Read signed for the packet which the man gave him, and put it in the pocket of his flying coat in the locker - room. Then he checked the oil and petrol and tested the instruments. A mechanic handed him a cup of steaming coffee. "Everything O.K., sir?" Read nodded. "She sounds fine, Mac. Get my coat for me, will you?" The man brought back a leather coat and helmet. Read put them on and climbed into the cockpit. A b lustering gale was blowing from the east as the Avro taxied across the flying field. Read turned her nose into the wind and waited for the all - clear flash from the control tower. This was flying at its worst. At 1,500 feet he struck a thick ocean of cloud which blurred his windshield, and left a clammy moisture on his goggles. He pulled the stick back and watched the altimeter. Slowly the needle .slid to the left — 1,800 — 2,000 It was just the same. He brought the machine level and concentrated on his instruments. ing it to Paris, Looking. down he saw that he was dead on the Le Bourget •course. There was nothing to do now but nurse the engine, He resisted the impulse to put her to full throttle. The motor sounded willing enough, but one could- n't afford to take chances on a job like thi. Now that the clanger was over, he began to think about the child- for whom he had taken this risk, and the parents who were waiting at the end of the run, It was the parents who had the worst of , it. The suspense must be hellish for them. Well, it wouldn't be long now. He went on thinking about the reason far his trip, almost enjoying the flight now, except for the urgen- cy which was present at the back of his mind. Funny that a child's life depended upon that little packet reposing in his pocket—strange to think that a little thing like a choked petrol -pipe could destroy the chance which ,that life still had. Lucky he had noticed that ignition switch. Gosh—that was a close call, and it would have been the very irony of Fate if his mission had failed be - Cause he hadn't noticed in time that his engine had been switched off. Mechanical failures will happen with the best of regulated planes, but a simple thing like that. He smiled to himself as he looked dovvnwards, took his bearings, and confidently fingered his controls as he prepared to descend out of the blue. The clock on the control tower at Le Bourget struck twelve as the Av- ro banked over the landing ground to make a perfect three-point landing. At Croydon, Captain Carver stud- ied the watch on his wrist. Read should just be there if he had got straight through. The latest weather report was encouraging. He wonder- ed if he would phone him from the aerodrome or wait until he had de- livered the serum. His reflections were interrupted by port had said. Read imagined that he the ring of the telephone bell. He must be almost there, but conditions crossed the room to the instrument. seemed worse than ever. "Hallo? Yes, Carver speaking." He strained his eyes towards a pin - This was no Continental call, but point of light in the distance. Was it somebody sounded in a deuce of a possible? Yes, it was growing larg- hurry. Then he recognised the voice er. He was leaving the fog behind. He opened the throttle and the wind from the hospital. It was strained screamed through the struts and the and impatient. "Captain Carver, a dreadful mis- staywires as the Avro cleared through take has occurred. That serum—it's the grey, sodden world into a blue the wrong one. The tube we sent sky. to you is Anaxolin. Enough to kill Read's spirits rose as the wind died a regiment, let alone one kid." with the fog. He had won through. "God!" said Carver. • Read was surprised that he felt so calm. He had often wondered how he would react to such an emergency, how it would feel to face death. • He lifted his soaking goggles, and, searched the instrument panel. The altimeter needle stood at 3,000 feet. ft would be impossible to reach land. The machine was already losing the height. It must be a matter only of minutes before he hit the sea. Then he glanced at the ignition switch and gave a groan of relief. It was closed. He must have knocked against it when he fell forward. He pulled it open and heard the engine answer with a roar which became a monotonous drone. He felt tired and slightly sick. It was a rotten game this blind flying, pushing back the goggles, he allowed for wind drift and corrected his course. "Fog as far as Beauvais," the re - But Garth did not count strongly on sighting any steamer. The boats might have lingered at the far -away Arctic trading posts. Delay meant danger of an early blizzard. He rush- ed his work on the raft. When dusk came, Lilith went on watch, in place of her father. Garth relieved her at midnight. But neither of them saw any light out on the vast expanse of ghostly gleaming whitecaps. By another sunset Garth had the raft Completed to his satisfaction. He had built a superstucture that raised the footing well above the waterline. Rails guarded against the risk of squall waves washing the still weak millionaire overboard. For sweeps, Garth lashed the pad- dies to poles made of spruce saplings. He rigged other saplings for mast and yardarin, ready to hoist the blanket as a sail in case of a favorable change in the wind. "Shift or calm, we'll put off at sun- rise," he announced. Though Mr. Hamill grumbled, he ate his fill of broiled whitefish, and rolled up for the night to fall into the healthy sleep of a convalescent. Lil- Rh again took the first watch. In the midst of his first sleep, Garth opened his eyes with the instant alert wakefulness of a hunter. The girl's hand was on his forehead. "Yes?" he asked. "I—I'm not sure," she murmured. "The vvincl has gone down... . It looks like a star. But it's so low on the water, I' thought I'd better call you." (Continued next week) spruce roots. While she worked at this, he collected more ducks and hung them over a smudge for smoke cur- ing. ,Next came the carving of Eskimo hooks from duck bones. With bait, a catgut leader and a spruce -root line, he began to catch Mackenzie white- fish. Lilith had never seen so beau- tiful a fresh -water fish, all mother- of-pearl below and frosted silver a- bove. What counted far more, the newly caught fish proved far better eating than even the best of trout Mr. Ra - mill's slight fever gave him a distaste for duck meat and the rabbits that ware snared. But he ate his full share and more of the delicious fish. •. Besides the cranberries, Lilith gath- ered black currants and blueberries and mushrooms. More fish were caught than could be eaten fresh. A blood -loss and sore about the back of his • head. An exploring hand found a wad of moss, tied upon his woundwith...a band of plaited grass. He had a mad desire to sing. There was a child desperately ill outside Paris. There was only one serum which could save it. The serum was in the pocket of his coat. He was fly - "We've been through to Paris," continued the other man, "but per- haps the parents aren't on the tele - (Continued on page 7) During the 1931-36 season, inspec- tors of the Fruit Branch, Dominion Department of Agriculture, visited 290 maple sugar bushes and manufac- turing plants, as compared with 128 such visits during 1934-35. These in- spections were made to check on the sanitary conditions under which ma- ple products were produced and hand- led in Canada, also to search out the possibility of adulteration in manu- facturing plants. 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