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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Clinton News Record, 1937-04-22, Page 2*'AGE 2. E CLINTON NgIVS UECORD THURS., APRIL 22,:1937.' The 'Clinton News .Record With which is Incorporated THE NEW ERA TERMS OF SUBSCRIPTION' 01.60 Aer rear in advance, to Cana- dian addresses, $2.00 to the IJ:S, or 'thew foreis:n 'countries'. ` No paper discontinued' until all arrears are paid unless at the, ;option of the ,publish - or. The data to which every sub- ecrintion is paid is denoted on the label. ADVERTISING RATES — Tran- sient advertising 12c per count line for first insertion. 8c for each sub - Sequent insertion, Heading counts 2 lines. Small advertisements not to exceed one inch, snob. as "Wanted," "Lost,""Strayed," etc., inserted once for 36c, each subsequent insertion 15e, Rates for display advertising made known : on, application. Communications intended for pub- Aication must, as a guarantee of good faith, be accompanied by the name of the writer. <G. E. HALL - Proprietor. II. T. RANCE Notary Public, Conveyancer Financial, 'Real Estate and Fire In- auranee Agent. Representing 14 Fire Insuraneg Companies. Division Court Office, Clinton Frank Fingland, B.A., LL.B. Barrister, Solicitor, Notary Public Successor to W. Brydpne, K.C. Sloan Block — Glintnn, Ont. D. H. McINNES CHIROPRACTOR Electro Therapist, Massage KOffice: Duron Street. (Pew Doors. west of Royal Bank) Hours—Wed. and Sat. and by appointment. FOOT CORRECTION by manipulation Sun -Ray. Treatment Phone 207 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, ''FIE 1VIcRILLOP MUTI?AL Fire Insurance Company (lead Office. Seaforth. Ont. Officers: President, Alex. Broadfoot, Sea - forth; Vice -President, Thomas Moy- la:n, Seaforth; Secretary -Treasurer,' M. A. Reid, Seaforth. Directors — Alex. Broadfoot, Sea forth; James Sholdice, Walton; Wil -I 'ham Knox, Londesboro• Chris. Leon- 'iiardt, Dublin; Jaynes Connolly, God -I erich; Thomas Moylan, Seaforth; W. R. Archibald, Seaforth; Alex. McEw- ing, Blyth; Frank McGregor, Clinton.) .List of Agents: W. J. Yeo, Clin-i 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; R. G. Jarmuth, Bornholn, R. R. No. 1. Any money to be paid niay be paid to the Royal Bank, Clinton; Bank of 'Commerce, Seaforth. or at Galvin Cutt'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. • ANADiAN NATIONAL WAYS' 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. lye 12.02 p.ni. +Going South 3.08 p.m. :MALTING GRADES OF BARLEY VARIETIES At this season of the year when farmers are deciding the crop and va- rieties to be grown in 1937, the Na- tional Barley Committee. wishes to draw attention to the fact that, ac- cording to Circular No. • 65 of the Board of Grain Commissioners, O.A. C. No. 21, Mensury, Mensury-Ott. 60 (Chinese), Manchurian, Gartons, and Peatland, are the only six -row varie- 'ties of barley that will be admitted 'into the malting grades, namely, No. 1 Canada Western No. 2 Canada Wes- tern and No. 3 Extra C. W. Six -Row 'While for feeding purposes, the new smooth awn sorts, namely Regal, Wis- consin No. 38, and Newel may be de- sirable, they cannot be graded as malting. The fact that Trebi is grad- ed separately also indicates that this variety is not acceptable in the malt-; ing grades. As feed, it may be grad - •ed into No. 1, No. 2 Trebi, or No. 3 Extra C. W. Trebi, but brings no' -higher price than No. 3 C. W. barley, the best feed grade. rances Hod s®n Burnett' SYNOPSIS Marco Loristan was the kind of a boy people looked at the second time when they had looked at him once. Ile was a well-built boy of 12, intelli- gent looking, and well-mannered. He and his father had travelled a great deal and the boy was proficient in several languages, so that he felt at home in whatever country he was staying. Marco knew that they were Samavians, that there was trouble and bloodshed in Samavia at present. Ills father had told him the story of the Lost Prince, who might one day return to Samavia and restore order and peace. At present the Loristan's are in London, England, and Marco hacl encountered several interesting people, among them, "The Rat," a crippled boy who commands a group of willing boys—the boys listen at- tentively as Marco speaks to them. Later Loristan and Marco have a long talk about Samavia, and the Lost Prince, who had disappeared five hundred years ago. A secret society, with members in many European countries, were preparing to put his descendant on the throne of Sama- via and end the civil wars and blood- shed in the country. At a meeting of the Squad, The Rat forms a sec- ret society for Samavia among them- selves. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY He heard his approaching footsteps in a few minutes, and was safely in the shadows before he could be seen. When the policeman passed, he came out and walked slowly down the road, looking on each side, and now and then looking back. At first no one 'vas in sight, Then a late hansom - cab came tinkling along. But the people in it were returning from some and were laughing and talk- ing, and noticed nothing but their own joking. Then there was silence a- gain, and for a long time, as it seem- ed to Marco, no .one was to be seen. It was not really so long as itappear- ed, because he was anxious. Then a very early vegetable -wagon on the way from country to Covent Garden Market came slowly lumbering by with its driver almost asleep on his piles of potatoes and cabbages. Af- ter it had passed, there was stillness and emptiness once more, until the policeman showed himself again on his beat, and Marco slipped into the shadow of the wall as he had done before, When he cane out into the light, he had began to hope that the time would not seem long to his father. It had not really been long, he told him- self, it had only seemed so. But his father's anxiousness would be greater than his own could be. Loristan knew all that depended on the com- ing of this great man who sat side by side with a king in his carriage and talked to hien as if he knew him well "It might be something which all Samavia is waiting to know—at least all the Secret Party," Marco thought. f "The Secret Party is Samavia,"—he, started at the sound of footsteps,! "Some one is coming!" he said. "It is a man" It was a man who was walking up the road on the same side 'of the pavement as his own. Marco began to walk toward him quietly but rath-I er rapidly. He thought it might be best to appear as if he were some boy sent on a midnight errand—perhaps to call a doctor. Then, if it was al stranger he passer!, no suspicion would be aroused. Was this matt as tall as the one who had driven with the king? Yes, he was about the same height, but he was too far away to be recognizable otherwise. He drew nearer, and Marco noticed that he also seemed slightly to hasten his footsteps. Marco went on. A little nearer, and hewould be able to make sure. Yes, now he was near enough. Yes, this man was the same height and not unlike in figure, but he was much younger. He was not the one who had been in the carriage with His Majesty. He was not more than thirty years old. He began swinging his cane and whistling a music -hall song softly as Marco passed him with- out changing his pace. It was after the policeman had walked round his beat and disappear - ed for the third time, that Marco h eai d footsteps echoingat some des- tance down a crossstreet. After Itening to make sure that they were approaching instead of receding in another direction, he placed himself at a point where he could watch the. Length of the thoroughfare. Yes, some one was coming. It was a man's figure again. , He was able to place himself rather in the shadow so that the person approaching would not see that he was • being watched. The solitary walker' reach a recognizable distance in about two minutes' time.. fle was dressed in an ordinary shop made suit of clothes which was rath- er shabby and quite unnoticeable in Its appearance. His common hat' was worn so that it rather shaded his face. But even before he had crossed to Marco's side of the road, the boy' had clearly recognized him. It was the man who had driven with the King! Chance was with Marco. The man crossed at exactly the place which made it easy for the boy to step light- ly from behind him, walk a few paces by his side, and then pass directly be- fore him across the pavement, glanc- ing quietly up into his face as he said in a low voice but distinctly, the words "The Lamp is lighted," and without pausing a second 'walk on his, way down the road. He did not slack- en his pace or look back until he has some distance away. Then he glanc- ed over his shoulder, and saw that the figure had crossed the street and was inside the railings. It was all right. His father would not be disap- pointed. The great man had come. IIe walked for about ten minutes, and then went home and to bed. But he was obliged to tell himself to go to sleep several times before his eyes closed for the rest of the night. CHAPTER VIII An Exciting Game Loristan referred only once during the next day to what had happened. I '"You did your errand well. You were not hurried or nervous," he said, -The Prince was pleased with your. calmness." No more was said. Marco knew that the quiet mention of the stran- ger's title had been made merely as a designation. If it was necessary to mention him again in the future, he could be referred to as "the Prince." In various Continental coun- Itries there were many princes who were not royal or even serene high-' nesses—who were merely princes as other nobles were dukes or barons. Nothing special was revealed when a; man was spoken of as a prince. But 'though nothing was said on the sub -I ject of the incident, it was plain that much work was being done by Loris - tan and Lazarus. The sitting -room door was locked, and the maps and !documents, usually kept in the iron box, were'being used, I Marco went to the Tower of Lon -I don and spent part of the day in liv- ing again the stories which, centuries ' past, had been inclosed within its massive and ancient stone wails. In this way, he had throughout boyhood become intimate with people who to most boys seemed only the unreal creatures who professed to be alive in schoolbooks of history. He had learn- ed to know thein as men and women because he had stood in the palaces they had been born in and had play- ed in as children, had died in at the end. He had seen the dungeons they had been imprisoned in, the blocks on which they had laid their heads, the battlements on which they had fought, to defend their fortressed towers, the thrones they had sat upon, the crowns they had worn, and the jeweled scep- ters they had held. He had stood be- fore their portraits and had gazed curiously at their "Robes of Inves- ture," sewn with tens of thousands of seed -pearls, To Iook at a man's face and feel his pictured eyes fol- low you as you move away from him,! to see the strangely splendid gar- ments lie once warmed with his liv- ing flesh, is to realize that history is not a mere lesson in a school -book,, but is a relation of the Iife stories off men and women who saw strange and splendid days, and sometimes suffer- ed strange and terrible things. There were only a few people who were being led about sight-seeing. The man in. the ancient Beef -eaters' costume, who was their guide, was! good-natured; and evidently fond of talking. He was a big and stout man,' with a large face and a small, merry eye. He, was rather like pictures . of Henry the Eighth, himself, which Marco remembered having seen. He was specially talkative when he stood by ,the tablet that• marks the spot where stood the block on which Lady Jane Grey had laid her young head. One of the 'sightseers who knew lit- tle of English history had asked some questions about the reasons for her execution. "If her father-in-law, the Duke of Northumberland, had left that young, couple alone -- her'and her husband, Lord Guildford Dudley—they'd have kept their heads on. He was bound to make her a queen, and Mary Tudor was bound to be queen herself. The duke wasn't clever enough, to manage a conspiracy and work up' the people, These Samavians we're reading about in the papers would have done it better. And they're half -savages." "They had a big battle outside Mel- zarr yesterday," the sight -seer stand- ing next to Marco said to the young woman who was his companion. "Thousands of 'ern killed. I saw it in big letters in the boards as I rode on the top of the bus, They're just slaughtering each other, that's what they're doing." The talkative Beef -eater heard him. "They can't even bury their dead fast• enough," he said. "There'll be some sort of plague breaking out and sweeping into the countries nearest them. It'll end by spreading all over Europe as it did in the Middle Ages. What the civilized countries have got to do is to make them choose a de- cent king andbegin to behave them- selves." "I'll tell my father that too," Mar- co thought. "It shows that everybody pis thinking and talking of Samavia, and that even the common people know it must have a real king. This must be the time!" And what he meant was that this must be the time for which the Secret Party had wait- ed and worked so long—the time for the Rising. But his father was out when he went back to Philibert Place, and Lazarus looked more silent than ever as he stood behind his chair and waited on him through his insignifi- cant meal. However plain and scant the food they had to eat, it was al- ; ways served with as much care and I ceremony as if it had been a banquet. ±"A man can eat dry bread and drink cold water as if he were a gen- tleman," his father had said long ago. "And it is easy to form carless ha- bits. Even if one is hungry enough to feel ravenous, a man who has been well bred will not allow himself to look so. A. dog may, u man may not. Just; as a dog may howl when he is angry or in pain and a man may not" It was only one of the small parts of the training which had quietly made the boy, even as a child, self - ;controlled and courteous, had taught him ease and grace of boyish car- riage, the habit of holding his body well and his head erect, and had given him a certain look of young distinc- tion which, though it assumed noth- ing, set him apart from boys of care- lessly awkward bearing. "Is there a newspaper here which tells of the battle, Lazarus?" he ask- ed, after he had left the table. "Yes, sir," was the answer. "Your Sather said that you might read it. It is a black tale!" he added, as he hand- ed him the paper. It was a black tale. As he read, Marco feltas if he could scarcely bear it. It was as if Samavia swam in blood, and as if the other countries must stand aghast before such furious cruelties. "Lazarus," he said, springing to his feet at last, his eyes burning, "some- thing must stop it! There must be something strong enough. The time has come. The time has come." And he walked up and down the room be- cause he was too excited to stand still. How Lazarus watched him! What a strong and glowing feeling there was in his own restrained face! "Yes, sir. Surely the time has come," he answered. But that was all he said, and he turned and went out of the shabby back. sitting -room at once, it was as if he felt it were wiser to go before he lost power over himself and said more. Marco made his way to the meet- ing -place of the Squad, to which The Rat had in the past given the name of the Barracks. The Rat was sitting among his followers, and he had been reading the morning paper to them, the one which contained the account of the battle of Melzarr. The Squad had become the Secret Party, and each member of,,it was thrilled with the spirit of dark plot and adventure, They all whispered when they spoke. "This is not the Barracks now," The Rat said. "It is a subterranean cavern. Under the floor of it thou- sands of swords and guns are buried, and it ispiled to the roof with them. There is only a small place left for us to sit and plot in. We crawl in through a hole, and the hole is hid- den by, bushes." To the rest of the boys this was only an exciting game, but Marco knew that to The Rat it was more. Though The Rat knew none of the things he knew, he saw that the whole story seemed to him a real thing. Thle stiruglgles of Samavia, as he had heard and read of them in the newspapers, had taken possession of him. His passion for soldiering and warfare and his curiously ma- ture brain had led him into following every detail he could lay hold of. He had listened to all he had heard with remarkable results. He remembered things older people forgot after they had mentioned them, " He forgot nothing. He had drawn on the "flag- stones a map of Samavia which Mar- co saw was actually correct, and he had made a rough sketch of MeI- From all Stations in Eastern Canada GOING DAILY— MAY 21-31 inclusive Return Limit: 45 days TICKETS GOOD IN • COACHES at faros approximately lc per rade. • TOURIST SLEEPING CARS at fares approximately l la per mile, • STANDARD SLEEPING CARS at faros approximately 13ic per mile., COST OF ACCOMMODATION IN SLEEPING CARS ADDITIONAL T233 BAGGAGE Checked, Stopovers at Port Arthur, Armstrong, Chicago and west Titluls,Skeping Carrenrrations,cnd all-information/root any agent. ASK FOR IANDBILG CANADIAN.NATIONAL, zarr and the battle which had had such disastrous results. "The Maranovitch had possession of Melzarr," he,explained ;with :'fever- ish eagerness.: "And the laroviteh• attacked them from here," pointing with his finger. "That was a mit- take. 'I should, have attacked 'them from a place where they would not have been expecting it. They expect- ed attack on their fortifications, and they'; were ready to defend them. I believe the enemy could have stolen up in the night and rushed in here," point- ing again. Marco thought ht h e was right. The Rat had argued it all out, and had studied Melzarr as he might have studied a puzzle or an arithme- tical problem. He was very cleyer, and as sharp as his queer face leaked. "I believe you would make a good general if you were grown up," said Marco.:'I'd like to show your maps to my father and ask him if he does- n't think your stratagem would have been a good one." "Does he know much about Sama- via?" asked The. Rat. "He has to read the newspapers be- cause he writes things," Marco ans- wered. "And every one is thinking about the war. No one can help it." The Rat drew a dingy, folded pa- per out of his pocket and looked it over with an air of reflection. "I71 make a clean one," he said. "I'd like a grown-up man to look at it and 'see if it's all right. My father was more than half drunk when I was drawing this, so I couldn't ask him questions. He'll kill himself be- fore long. He had a sort of fit last night." "Tell us, Rat, wot you an' Marco'll 'ave ter do. Let's 'ear wot you've made up," suggested Cad. He drew closer, and so did the rest of the cir- cle, hugging their knees with their arms. "This is what we shall have to do," began The Rat, in the hollow whisper of a Secret Party. "The hour has come. To all the Secret Ones in Sa- mavia, and to the friends, of the Sec- ret Party in every country, the sign must be carried. It must be carried by some one who could not be sus- pected. Who would'suspect two•boys —and one of them a cripple? The best thing of all for us is that I am a ,cripple. Who would suspect a cripple? When my father is drunk and beats me, he does it because I won't go out and beg in the streets and bring him the money I get. He says that people will nearly always give money to a cripple. I won't be a beggar for hint—the swine—but I will be one for Samavia and the Lost Prince. Marco shall pretend to be my brother and take care of me. I say," speaking to Marco with a sudden change of voice, "can you sing any- thing? It doesn't matter how you do it," "Yes, I can sing," Marco replied. "Then Marco will pretend he is singing to make people give him mon- ey. I'll get a pair ofcrutches some- where, and part of the time I will go on crutches and part of thetime on my platform. We'll live like beggars and go wherever we want to. ' -I can whiz past a man, and give the sign and no one will know. Sometimes Mar- co can give it when people are drop- ping money into his ,cap. We can pass from one country to another and rouse everybody who is of the Secret Party. We'll work our way in- to Samavia, and we'll be only two boys—and one cripple`— and nobody will think we could be doing anything. We'll beg in great elties and on the highroad." "Where'll you getthe' money to travel?" said Cad. "The Secret Party • will give it to us, and we sha'n't need much. We, could beg enough, , for that matter We'll sleep under the stars, or under• bridges, or archways, or in dark cor- ners of streets. I've done it myself many a time when my father drove me out of doors. If it's cold wea- ther, it's bad enough; but if it's fine weather, it's better than sleeping in the kind of place I'm used to. Com- rade," to Marco, "are you ready?" • (Continued: next week) MARTINI -SE OUR 4 71 �i x an++. rfr„r, 5c For Beauty and FULL PROTECTION -Choose the GUARANTEED PAINT You paint for beauty and protection—and Martin-Senour L00% Pure Paint guarantees you both—guarantees in writing on every can that no cheap and useless adulter- ants are used in its manufacture. That's why you get longer lasting protection, firmer colors and a better and more economical job. 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