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THE SEAFORTH NEWS
71H'U1RSDAY, NOV. 17, 1938
The Little
rphan
"A high stepper," said Uncle E'b. "Couldn't be in better bushiest,"
"We want a slick coat, a 'kind uv a said he as he sat down' beside me.
soppy head, an' a lot o' ginger. So't More than once he ,had been myeta-
ther confessor and I was glad he had
come,
"In love?" he asked. "No boy ever
thinks unless 'he's in love."
"In trouble," said I.
"Same thing," he answered, light-
ing his pipe. "Love is trouble with,,a
bit of sugar in it—the sweetest trou-
ble a man can have. What's the
matter?"
"It's a great secret," I said, "I have
never told it. I ant in love."
"Know it," he said, puffing at his
pipe and smiling in a kindly way.
"Now let's put in the trouble."
"She does not love me," I an-
swered,
"Glad of it," he remarked. "I've got
a secret t' tell you."
"What's that?" I inquired.
"Wouldn't tell anybody else for the
world, my boy," he said, "it's -between
you an' me,"
"Between you an' me," I repeated,
'Weir," he said, "you're a foal."
"That's no secret," I answered
much embarrassed.
"Yes it is," he insisted, "you're
smart enough an' ye can have most
anything in this world if ye take the
right road. Ye've grown t' be a great
big strapping fellow but you're only
—sixteen?"
"That's all," I said mournfully,
"Ye're as 'bi'g a fool to gu falling in
dove as I'd he. Ye're too young an'
I'm too old. I say to you, wait. Ye've
got to go t' college."
"College!" I exclaimed, incredu-
lously,
"Yes) an' tint's' another secret,"
said he. I tol' David Brower what I
thought o' your writing thet essay on
bugs in .pertickler--an' I tol' 'im what
people were sayin' o' your .work in
school."
"‘Vhat d' he say?" I asked,
"Said Hope had tol'•him all about
it—that she was as proud o' you as
she was uv her curls, an' I believe it.
'Well,' says 1, 'y' •oughter sen' that
boy t' college,' 'Goin' to,' says he.
He'll go t' the 'Cademy this fal 1 if
he wants to. Then he can go t' coll-
ege soon's he's ready.' .Threw up my
hat an' shouted I was that glad."
As he spoke the old man's face
kindled with enthusiasm. In me he
had one who understood him, who
saw truth in his thought, music in
his verse, a noble simplicity. in his
soul. I took his hand in tine and
thanked him heartily. Then we rose
and came away together.
"Remember, he said, as we parted
at the corner, "there's a way laid out
fer you. In God's time it will lead to
every goad thing you desire, Don't
jump over the fence. Don't try t' pass
any milestun 'fore ye've come to it.
Don't mope. Keep yer head cool with
philosophy, yer feet warm with travel
an' don't worry 'bout yer heart. It
won't turn t' stun if ye do keep it
awhile. Allwus hev enough of it
about ye t' do 'business with. 'Good -
by!"
CHA'PTER XV
Gerald Brower, who was a baby
when I came to live at Faraway, and
was now eleven, had caught a cold in
seed time, and he had never quite re-
covered. His coughing had begun to
keep him awake, and one night it
brought alarm to the whole house-
hold. Elizabeth Brower was tip early
in the morning and called Uncle Eb,
who went away for the doctor as
soon as light came. We ate our
'breakfast in silence. Father and mo-
ther and Grandma Bisnette spoke
only in :ow tones and somehow the
anxiety in their faces went to my
heart. Uncle Eb returned about eight
o'clock and said the doctor was com-
ing. Old Doctor Rigsby was a ,very
great man' in that country. 'Other
physicians called him far and wide
for consultation. 'I had always re-
garded him with a kind of awe inten-
sified 'by the aroma of :his drugs and
the gleam of his lancet. Once I had
when we hitch 'er t' the pole ,bine
(bye we shan't be 'shamed o' her."
"Eggzac'ly," said David Brower,
laughing. "An' 'then we shall have the
best 'harness in the market."
Hope did not seem 'to comprehend
all the rustic metaphors that had been
applied to her. A look of ,puzzled
amusement came over her face, and
then she ran away into the garden,
her hair streaming from under her
white 'sunbonnet.
"Never see sech a beauty! Beats
the world," said Uncle :Eb in a whis-
per, whereat both David and Eliza-
beth shook their heads.
"`Lord o' mercy! Don't let her know
it," Elizabeth answered, in a low tone.
"She's beginning to have"—
gust then Hope came by us leading
her pet filly that had been born within
the month. Immediately Mrs. Brower
changed the subject.
"To have what?" David inquired as
soon as the girl was out of hearing,
"Suspicions," said 'Elizabeth mourn-
fully. "Spends a good deal of her
time at the looking glass. I think the
other girls tell her and then that
young Livingstone has ,been turning
her head."
"Turning her head!" he exclaimed.
"Turning her head," she answered.
"He sat here the other day and de-
liberately told her that he had never
seen such a complexion and such
lovely 'hair."
Elizabeth Brower mocked his ac-
cent with a show of contempt that
feebly echoed my own emotions.
"That's the way o' city folks, mo-
ther," said David.
"It's a 'bad way," she answered. '`I
do not think he ought to come here.
Hope's a child yet, and we mustn't let
her 'get notions,"
"1'1 tell •him not t' come any .more,"
said David, as he and Uncle Eb rose
to go to their work.
"I'm 'fraid she ought not to go
away to school for a year yet," said
Elizabeth, a troubled (look in her face.
"Pshaw, mother! Ye can't keep her
under yer wing alveus," said he.
"Well, David, you know she is very
young and uncommonly—" she hes-
itated.
"Han'some," said he, "we might as
well own up if she is our child."
"If she goes away," continued Eli-
zabeth, "some of us ought t' go with
her."
Then Uncle Eb and David went to
their work in the fields and I to my
own task. That very evening they be-
gan to talk of renting the farm and
going to town with the children.
I had a stent of cording wood that
day and finished it before two o'clock.
Then I got my pole of mountain ash,
made hook and line ready, dug some
worms and went fishing. I cared not
so much for the fishing as far the sol-
itude of the woods. I hada bit of
thinking to do. In the thick timber
there was a place where Tinkle brook
began to hurry and break into mur-
murs on a pebble 'bar, as if its feet
were tickled.: A few more steps and
it burst into a peal of laughter that
lasted half the year as it 'turnlbled over
narrow shelves -of rock into a foamy
pool. Many a day 'I had sat fishing
for hours at the little fall under a
birch tree, among the brakes and
moss. No ray of sunlight ever got to
the dark water below me—the lair of
many a big fish .that had yielded to
the temptation of my bait. Here I fay
in the cool shade while a singular sort
of heart sickness came over me. A
wild partridge was beating his gong
in the near woods all the afternoon,
The sound of the water seemed to
brealc in the tree tops and fall back
upon me. I had lain there thinking an
hour or more when I caught the jar
of approaching footsteps. Looking up
I saw !Jed Peary coming through the
,bushes, pole in hand.
"Fishin'?" he asked..
"Only thinking," I answered.
been his patient and then I had trem-
bled at his approach. When he took
my :little wrist,in his big 'hand, I re-
member with what reluctance I stuck
out my quivering ; tongue, black, as 1
t'eared with evidences of ,prevarica-
on, .
He was a :picture, for a painter man
as he.. came that moaning erect in his
gig. Who could forget the hoary ma-
jesty of his head—his `stove Pt e
'
tilted back, his white locks flying
about his ears? He had a long nose,
a smooth shaven face and a 'left eye
that was a trifle turned. His thoughts
were 'generally one .day be.hm'd the
he•di-
calendar. To -day seemed d to be
gesting the affairs of yesterday. He
was, therefore, absent minded, to a
degree that made no end of„gossip. If
he came out one. day with shoe-
strings flying, in his remorse the next
he would forget his collar; if one told
hiin a good joke to -day, he might not
seem tp hear it, but to -morrow •he
would take it up in its turn and shake
with laughter.
I remember how, that morning af-
ter noting the' symptoms of his pat-
ient, he sat a little in silent reflection.
He knew that color in the cheek, that
look in the eye -the had seen so nmohh
of it. His legs were .crossed and one
elbow thrown carelessly .over the
,back of his chair. We all sat looking
at hint anxiously, In a moment he
began chewing hard on his quid of
tobacco. Uncle Elb pushed the cuspi-
dor a bit nearer. The doctor expec-
taeated freely and resumed his atti-
tude of reflection. The clock ticked
loudly, the ,patient sighed, our anx-
iety increased, Uncle E'b spoke to
father, in a low tone, whereupon the
doctor turned suddenly, with a little
grunt of inquiry, and seeing he was
not addressed, sank again into
thoughtful repose. I had begun to
fear the worst when suddenly the
hand of the doctor swept the bald
peak of 'benevolence at the tap of his
head. Then a smile began to spread
over his face. It was as if some fea-
ther of thought had begun to tickle
him. In a moment his head was nod -
cling with laughter that brought a
great sense of relief to all •of .us. In a
slow, deliberate tone he began to
speak.
I was over t' Rat Toper's t'other
day,” said he, "Rat was sitting with
me in the door yard. Purty some a
young chap came in, with a scythe,
and asked if he might use the ,grind -
stun, He was a new hired man from
somewhere near. He didn't know
Rat, 'an' Rat didn't know :hint, So Rat
o'course had t' crack one o' his jokes.
" 'May I use yer grindstun?' said
the young feller,
" 'Dunno,' said Rat, 'I'm only the
hired man here. Go au' ask Mix'
Tupper.'
"The o•1' lady had overheard ,him an'
so she says t' the young feller, 'Yes—
ye can use the grindstun. The hired
man out there'll turn it fer ye.'
"Rat see he was trapped, an' so he
went out under the ,plum tree, where
the stun was, an' 'begun t' turn. The
scythe was dull an' the young .feller
bore on harder'n wuz reely decent fer
a long time. Rat begun t'git very
sober lookin.'
'Aint ye 'bout done,' said he,
" 'Purty nigh,' said the young teller
bearin' down a leetle 'Harder all the
time.
"Rat made the stun go faster. Pur-
ty soon he asked agin, "Aunt ye done
yit?'
'rorty nigh!' says the other feel-
ing a the edge.
" 'I'm done,' said Rat, an' he let go
o' the handle. 'I dunno 'bout the
scythe 'but I'm a good deal sharper
than I w•pz.'
" `You're the hired man here aint
ye?" said the young feller.
'No, I aint,' said Rat, 'D ruther
own tip t' rein' a liar than turn that
stun another minnit.' '
As soon as he was fairly started
with this droll narrative the strain 'of
the situation was relieved. We were
all laughing as much at his 'deliberate
way of narration as at the story itself.
Suddenly he turned to Elizabeth
Brower and •said, very soberly, "Will
you bring me some water in a glass?"
Then 'he ,opened his chest of medi-
cine, made some ,powders .and told us
how to give Them.
''''In a few days I would take him
into elle big wood fora while,".:he
said, "See how it agrees with hint."
Then he gathered up his things:'and
mother went with .him to the :gig.
Humor was one of the specifics of
Doctor Rigsby. He was always a
poor man. He carie to his death rid-
ing over the ,tills one bitter day not
long after the time :of which I write,
to reach a patient.
The haying rover, we made ready
for our trip into the woods. ,Uncle
Eb and Tip Taylor, who knew the
forest, and myself, were to: go to
Blueberry Lake. We loaded our wag-
on with provisions .one 'evening and
made ready to be off at the break of
day.
Brower land 'Hope waving their
ianddcerc;ti •§a oo the :porch and David
tear them��hittling. They had told as
what n 3 t do over and over again.
I sat with Gerald on blankets that
were spread over a thick mat of hay.
The morning air was sweet with the
odor of stew hay and the music of the
bobolink. Uncle Eb and Tip 'Taylor,
sang merrily as we rode over 'the hills.
When we cohered the shade of the
big forest Uncle Eb got out his r•ilfle
and loaded it. He sat a long time
whispering and looking eagerly for
game to Tight and left. He was still' a
I I One could see evidences of age
boyg
only in his ",rite hair and ,beard and
wrinkled brow. He retained the little
tufts in front of bis earns, and lately
had grown a silver crescent of thin
and silky hair 'that circled his throat
under a 'bare chin. (Youngs as I was I
had no (keener relish for a holiday
than he. At noon we halted 'beside a
:bro'o'k and unhi'tc'hed oils horses. Then
we caught some fish, banit a fire and
cooked them and 'b'rewed 'our tea. At
sunset we 'halted at Tuley Pond, look-
ing along its •reedy margin, under
purple tamaracks, for deer. There was
a great silence, here in the deep• of the
woods, :and Tip Taylor's axe, while
he peeled the (bark for our camp,
seemed to 'fill the :wilderness with
echoes. It was after dark when the
Shanty was covered and we lay on its
fragrant Mow of :balsam and hem-
lock. The great logs that we fad roll-
ed in front of our shanty were set
afire and shortly supper was cooking,
:Gerald had stood the 'journey well,
Uncle Eh and' he stayed in while Tip
Taylor ,and .I ,got our jack ready and
went o13 in quest of a dugoutt. He said
Bill Ellsworth had one hid in -a thick-
et on the south side 'of Tuley. We
found it after 'an hour's tramp near-
by. It needed a little repairing but we
soon made it water worthy, and then
took our seats in the stern, with the
paddle, and I in the bow with the gun.
Slowly ,and silently we clove a way
through the stars' shadows, It was
like the hushed and mystic movement
of a dream. We seemed to be above
the deep :of heaven, the stars below
us. The shadow •of the forest in tithe
still water looked like the ivall of a
mighty castle with towers and :battle -
talents and myriads of windows light-
ed for a fete. :Once the groan of a
night -hawk fell out of the upper air
wibh a sound like that of a stone
striking in water. I thought of the
deer that Tip was after. His only aint
in life was the one he got with a gun
barrel. I had forgotten all but the
beauty of the scene, Suddenly Tip
roused me by laying his hand to the
gunwale and gently Shaking the dug-
out. In the dark distance, ahead of es,
I could hear the faint tinkle of drip-
ping water. Then I knew a deer was
feeding not far away and that the wa-
ter was falling from his muzzle.
When I opened my jack we were
close upon 'hint, His eyes gleamed. I
shot :high above the deer that went
splashing ashore before I had pulled
my trigger, After the roar of the gun
had got away, in the distant timber,
Tip mentioned a .place abhorred of all
men, turned and paddled for the
landing.
"Could 'a killed 'int with a club,"
said he snickering. "Guess he must a
looked .purty tall didn't :he?"
"Why?" I asked.
"Cos ye aimed into the sky," said
he. "IVIebbee ye thought be was 'a
bird."
'Minds me of Bill Barker," he
said in a 'half whisper, as he worked
his paddle, chuckling with amuse-
ment.
"How's that?" I asked.
'.Nothin' safe but the thing he
shoots at," said he, "Terrible bad
s•Itot. Kills a cow every time he goes
humin'."
'Uncle Eb was stirring the fire when
we came whispering into camp,
and 'Gerald lay asleep tinder the blan-
kets.
"Willie couldn't hit the broadside
of a ,barn," said Tip. "He don't take
to it natr'l."
"Killin' an' book learnin' don't
often go together," said 'Uncle Eb.
I turned in by the side of 'Gerald
•and Uncle Eb went off with Tip for
another trip in the dugout. The night
was chilly but the fire flooded our
shanty with its warns glow. What
with the 'light, and the boughs under
us, and the 'strangeness of the 'black
forest we got 'little sleep. I heard the
gun roar late in the night, and when
I woke again 'Uncle Eb and Tip Tay-
lor were standing over the fire in the
ohilly gray of the morning. A dead
deer hung on tate limb of a tree near
by. They began dressing it while
Gerald and I went to the spring for
water, ,peeled potatoes, and got the
pots boiling, After a hearty break-
fast we packed up, and were soon on
the road again, reaching Blueberry
Lake before moon. There we 'hired a
boat of the 'lonely keeper of the res-
ervoir, found an abandoned .camp
with an excellent 'bark shanty and
made ourselves at (home.
That eening in camp was one to
be rerrtembeced. Alt 'Thomas, the
guide who tended the reservoir, came
CHAIPTIER XVI
I remember (how hopefully we
started that morning with Eiizalbetlt
over and sat [beside our ;fire until 'bed-
inve. He had spent years in the
wilderness' going out for n'othin'g less
important than an .annual spree at cir-
cus time. He eyed us over, each in
turn, as if 'he thought _us all very rare
and interesting.
"Many {bears 'here?" Uncle E!b in-
gsih ed.
"More pletaty '•n human 'beiu's," lie
answered, puffing lazily at is
pipe
with a dead calm in his voice and
manner that I 'have never seen equal-
ed except in a tropic sea.
"See 'em often?" I asked.
He emptied his pipe, strikingit on
his1m until :tha ''bow]:rang, .without
pa w a
atiswering. Then he b'1'ewi intd 'the
stent with great 'violence.
"Three or four 'n a summer, meb-
be," he said at length.
tiEver 'git sassy?" 'Uncle 'Eb asked.
He whipped .a coal out of . :the
ashes then and lifted it in 'his fingers
to the 'bowl of his pipe.
"Never real sassy," be said between
vigorous puffs. .'''One stole a ham off'
my 'pyazz las' summer; Al Fifield
brought 't in fer ane •ane day—smelt
good tool I kep' savin' uv it thinkin'
I'•d enjoy it all the more when I did
!hey it. One day I went off •cu'ttin'
timber an' stayed 'til ' mos' night.
Contin' home I got t' thinkin' o' :diet
ham; an' made up my mind I'd 'hey
some fer supper. The more I thought
uv it the faster I (hurried an' when I
got hum I was dnungrier'n I'd .been
fer a year. When I 'see the o'1' bear's
tracks an' the empty peg where the
ham had 'hung I went t' work an' got
road. Then S started after thet bear.
Tracked 'im over yonder, up Cat
Mountin'."
Here Ab paused. He bad a way of
stopping always at the most interest-
ing point to puff at his pipe. It looked
as if he were getting up steam' for
another sentence and these :delays
had the effect of "continued in
our next"
"Kill 'im?" IUnote Eb asked.
"Lic`ked him," he said.
'Muhl" we remarked incredulously.
"Licked 'im," he repeated cheek-
ling. "Went into his cave with a sled
stake an' whaled 'int—whaled 'im
he run fer his life."
Whether 3t was true or not I have
never been sure, even to this day
:but Ab's manner was at once modest
and convincing.
"Should 'a thought he'd 'a rassled
with ye," Uncle Eb remarked.
"Didn't give 'im time," said Ab, as
he took oat his knife and began.slow-
ly to sharpen a stick.
"Don't never wan' t' rassle with no
bear," he added, "but .hams is too
scurce here 'n the woods t"hey 'eat
tuk away 'fore ye know the taste uv
'ent. 1 aint never been hard on bears.
Don't seldom ever set no traps an' I
aint shot a ,bear fer mor'n 'n ten year.
But they've got• t' be decent. If any
bear steals my vittles he's goin' t'
git cuffed hard."
(To Be Continued)
PROFESSIONAL CARDS '
Medical,
SEAFORTH CLINIC
Dr. E. A. McMaster, M.B.,' Gradu-
ate of University of Toronto,
J. D. Colquh'aun, M.D., C.M., Grath
nate of 'Dalhousie University, Halifax.'
The Clinic is, fully equipped with
complete and
pl tomodern x-ray and other.
up-to-date diagnostic and thereuptic
equipment.
Dr. Margaret IC. Campbell, M.D.,
L.A.B.P., Specialist in Diseases in
Infants and- Children, w ill be at the
'Olinic last Thursday in every
month
from 3' to '6 p.m.
Dr. F. J. R. Forster, Specialist in
Diseases of the Ear, Eye, Nose and'
Throat, will be at the Clinic the first
Tuesday in every month from 4 to
6 p.m.
Free well -baby clinic will 'be held
on the second and last Thursday in
every month ''from 1 to 2 p.an.
I hear thee speak of the better land;
Thou call'st its 'children a happy :band.
_Mother! lO'h, where is that radiant
shore?
Shall we not seek it and weep no
more?:
Is it where the ,flower of the orange
blows,
And the fire -flies glance through the
myrtle -boughs?
Not there, not these, my'chiddl
I's it far away, in some region old,
Where the rivers wander o'er sands
of gold?
Where the burning rays of the ruby
shine,
And the diamond lights up the secret
mine,
And the pearl gleams forth from the
coral strand,—
Is it there, sweet sister, that better
land?
Not there, not there, my childl
Eye hath not seen it, my gentle :boy;
Ear :hath not 'heard its deep songs of
hoY—'
Dreams cannot picture's world so fair,
Sorrow and death may not enter
there:
Time doth not 'breathe on its 'fadeless
:bloom;
Far beyond the clouds, an•d beyond
the toni'b—
It is there! it is there! my child!
According to reports received from
agricultural representatives 'pasture
conditions are excellent throughout
the 'province,and cattle are still on
pasture in most sections. Fall work is
well advanced though several counties
in Western Ontario complain of lack
of rain resulting in hard ,plowing and
shortage of water. Several counties
report' the •potato crop as low as 5101a/a
of normal and some farmers are hav-
ing trouble with potatoes rotting in
storage, Bruce, Middlesex and Gren-
ville Counties report an increase in
the number of saws :being °kept with
a good demand for weanling pigs.
Middlesex reports that sugar beets
are giving good tonnage .and an ex-
ceptionally high percentage of sugar.
content ranging up to 20 per cent,
Table turnips there are selling slowly
W. C. SPROAT, M.D., F.A.C.S.
Surgery
Phone 90-W. Office John St., Seaforth
DR. H. HUGIH R'OSS, Physician
and Surgeon Late of London Hos-
pital, London, England. Special wt•
tenti'on to diseases of the eye, ear,
nose and throat. Office and nesidenoe
behind Dominion Bank, Office Phone
No. 5; Residence Phone 104.
DR. F. J. BURROWS, Office Main
St., Seaforth, over Dominion Bank.
hours 2-15 and .7 to S p.m. and by ap-
pointment, Residence`, ,Goderich St.,
two doors west of United 'Church.
'Phone 46.
DR.. F. J. R. FO'RSTER—Eye
Ear, Nose and Throat. 'Graduate in
Medicine, University of Toronto 11897.
Late Assistant New York Ophbhal-
atio and Aural Institute, Moorefield's
Eye, and 'Golden Square throat'hospi-
ta4s, London. At Commercial 'Hotel,
Seaforth, third Wednesday in each
month from f1.30 p.m. to 'S p.m.
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Auctioneer for the County of Huron.
Arrangements can be made for Sale
Date at The Seaforth News. Charges
Moderate and satisfaction guaranteed
F. W. AHRENS, Licensed Aucliot
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Sales .Solicited. Terms on Application.
Farm Stook, chattels and real estate
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Phone 634 r 6. Apply at this office.
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REAL ESTATE
AND INSURANCE AGENCY
(Successors to James Watson)
MAIN ST., SEAFORTH, ONT.
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HEAD OFFICE—SEAFORTH, Ont.
OF1FI CERS
President, Thomas Moylan, Sea-
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A. Reid, Seaforth.
AGENTS
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E. Pepper, R.R.1, Brucefield; E. R, G..
J'armoutli, Brodhagen; James Watt,.
Blyth; C. F. Hewitt, Kincardine;
Wm. Yeo, Holmesville.
DIRECTORS
Alex. Broadfo'ot, Seaforth No. 3;.
James S'h•oldice, Walton; Wm. Knox,
Londesboro; George Leonhardt,
Bornholm No. 1; Frank M•eGregor,,
Clinton No. 5;' James Connolly, God-
erich; Alex McEwing, Blyth No. le
Thomas Moylan, . Seaforth 'No. 5;.
Wm. R. Archibald, Seaforth No. 4.
Parties desirous to effect insurance
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to any of the above named officers
addressed to their respective post-
offaces,
at prices down to Sc per :bushel. Reg-
ular steer feeders in Durham are pur-
chasing feeder cattle at front $4,214 to
$9.00 per cwt. This price is' consider-
ed .out of line but they must have.
stook to feed the large supply of feed
which most of them have on hand,
Purchases of .feeders, however, will
not be more than '60% of '19317. From
Lennox and Addington comes the re-
port that poultry pool shipments to
the killing station at Brookville have
shown an 'improvement and 'the far-
mers are quite interested in this me-
thod of marketing.
Want and For Sale ads, 3 wks.,' 50c