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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Wingham Advance Times, 1930-12-18, Page 6lUn Mrtivance«Tines.: y� cyb.ed at Ap VIIINQRAM r ONTARIO Evexlt Thursday , Morrting Logan Craig K ' Publisher u'4scri$tion rages ee 'one Year $2,09.' Eli Months $1.00, in advance. To IL S, A. $2.5O ger year. dvertleing rates on application. Weiliiiigton Mutual Fire Insurance: iCa. Established 1.844 Risks , taken on all class of insure ,mace at rsas9nabie rates. Head Office, Guelph, Ont. ABNER COSENS, Agent, Winghard J. W' DODD Tye doors south of Field's Matcher shop, I+IRE, LIFE, ACCIDENT AND HEALTH INSURANCE AND REAL .ESTATE F 0. 'Box 366` : Phone 46 WINGHAM, ONTARIO J. W. BUSHFIEL- D Barrister, Solicitor, Notary, Etc. Money to Loan Office -Meyer • Block, Wingham Successor to Dudley Holmes J. H. CRAW.FORD', Barrister, Solicitor, Notary, : Etc. Successor to R. Vanstone Wingham Ontario J. A. MORTON BARRISTER, ETC. Wingham, Ontario DR. G. H. ROSS DENTIST Office Over Isard's Store H. W. COLBORNE, M.D. Physician and Surgeon Medical Representative D. S. C. R. Successor to Dr. W. R. Hanibly Phone 54 Wingham DR. ROBT. C. REDMOND M.R.C.S. (ENG.) L.R.C.P. (Lond.) PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON DR. R. L. STEWART Graduate of University of Toronto, Faculty of Medicine; Licentiate of the Ontario College of Physicians and Surgeons. Office in Chisholm Block. Josephine Street. Phone 29 DR. G. W. HOWSON DENTIST Office over John Galbraith's Store. F. A. PARKER OSTEOPATH All Diseases Treated Office adjoining residence next to Anglican Church on Centre Street. Sundays by appointment. Osteopathy Electricity Phone 272. Hours, 9 a,tn. to 8 p.m. A. R. & F. E. DUVAL Licensed Drugless. Practitioners Chiropractic and Electro Therapy. Graduates of Canadian Chiropractic College, Toronto, and National Col - ;lege, Chicago, Out of town and night calls res- ponded to. All business confidential. Phone 300. J. ALVIN FOX Registered Drugless Practitioner CHIROPRACTIC AND DRUGLESS PRACTICE ELECTRO -THERAPY RO H PY Hours: 2-5, 7-3, or by appointment. Phone 191, J. D. McEWEN LICENSED AUCTIONEER Phone 602r14. Sales of Farm Stock and imple- ments, nsAle-ments, Real Estate, Etc, conducted with satisfaction and at moderate icharges. THOMAS FELLS AUCTIONEER. REAL ESTATE SOLD A thoror.ig'h knowledge of Farm; Stock Phone 231, Wingham I ICHARD B. JACKSON AUCTIONEER Pliotle'6131-6, Wroxeter, or address I. R. 1, Gorrie. Sales condiacted. any- where, and satisfactiongftiaranteed. DRS. A. JM & +]� r'!•i a li. IRWIN D NTIStS Pict: MaeDonald 13lock, VVingharna, ,P1415: O N tTURE'S WWONDERS 1400 (44e Surinam 'fid R tea t "its RURN`ITUR,'E AI' P. PUNE SERVICE A, ,i, Walker 5oeAsed 'Parietal I hecto, En baimer, ceb Phone e.�y{,7y p�. " tip - un uI lrititt�iit �' 1'arnil— Nave No "Ilangneza One of the most extraordinary me,hods in natural, history of rale ing a family is that adopted fly the Surinam toad --Pana Americana, The masupiai, with its pouch, is a cur losity, but as a freak it is not to be compared tor one instant with Ma- dame Pipa. She is number one in Class A of nature's wonders, writes P. B. Prior, In Humane Pleader. The Surinam toadis nota true toad. though it is a batraehian, that is, au amphibian which goes through a tadpole stage before becosailtng ful- ly ul-1 r adult, so you see it is la the frog and toad family. It is a rather hat creature, much like a at toad is ap- pearance, with a short, wide bead. corrin g to a carlQus narrow point. Its hind legs are enorm'rus things, and are supplied with webbed feet which have a real outsize spread. The tore -legs are not so larger and the toes of ahem: are not webbed. Each front toe, however, is provided With a curious little stair -shaped pro- jection. The color of this animal is black- ish -brown, and it la not small as. toads and frogs go, seeing that it grows to a length of nearly twelve inches, It la a swamp dweller, from the neighborhood of Surinam, South ,America. A few fairly close relatives of the animal live in Australia, but they do not adopt the remarkable family - rearing method et Madame Pipa. This is her method, Her back is covered with a very thick, soft skis, and when she lays her eggs the male toed stays by her, watching close. As the eggs are deposited, the male carefully lifts them up with his front paws, one by one. He then presses each egg hard auto the soft skin of Tti9 mate, piercing the, skin and get- ting the egg into the underlying tis- sues. When all the eggs are pressed into the back of the mother, the lat- ter then goes into the water and stays there for about three months. The pierced skin heals, and grows over each egg, so that the eggs are held, as it were, each in a separate cell. Soon the eggs hatch out, won- derful to relate„ the hale tadpoles do not emerge. They stay embedded un- der the mother's skin and live in the seft tissues of her body. For.three solid months the mother goes about under the water with her offspring tucked in under her skin. Then, one day, she comes back to land again. Her children set to work to break out from their mother's back and soon each one hops out of his prison cell, not as a tadpole now, but as a perfect little toad! How the mother enjoys the break- ing-out reaking-out process I cannot say, but the skin over the baby -cells is very tough, and the tearing open of it can- not, I should imagine, be a very pleasant sensation. After her babies have come out, the mother casts her skin. and so obtains a new back -cov- ering, ready to carry out her most remarkable job once more. It is very difficult to account for the origin of such a method of de- veloping the young. Why should only this toad of all the batrachians which exist, have evolved such a cur- ious manner of birth? I cannot say. But ignorance of the cause does not lessen my wonder at the fact, Inone way, Mr. Pipa, is fortunate among husbands. His wife is not pro- vided with a tongue. But as nature has left that organ out of his make- up also, the benefit works both ways. Nature, you see, is impartial FOSTERING WILD LIFE. Study of Habits to Continue over a Course of Years. Science is advancing in various nays to conserve and restore wild life, and one of the latest innovations is that of the tagging of deer hi or- der to learn more of their life his- tory, ranging and feeding habits, and altogether determine the ideal environment for them, the American Game Protective Association reports. Tagging of fish, ducks, upland game birds, and even song birds has been in operation for some years, and much valuable data bas been ob- tained, which isbeing made use of to create ideal conditions of living for the various species. For instance, the life history of different kinds of ducks is being discovered rapidly, their alight lanes established, their favorite foods determined, and other conditions necessary for their welfare ascertained, a cone Hence 11 satisfac- tory As res sa isf 4 Y, tory refuge and sanctuaries are being established along the Hight lanes, Deer are now being scientifically con- sidered, and the conservation depart- ment of Michigan is tagging wild fawns as rapidly as they can be caught. When a tagged deer is taken later, comparisons with the carefully noted original data will be made. The study will continue over a course of years. KEN WEA1 r7P'"I+aiS. Touaregs Veil Faces Because They Thinks Mouth I; Of all the tribesmen who went to :Algiers last summer to help celebrate 100 years of Frenek rule In that sec- tion of the world, none attracted more attention than the veiled men of the Touaregs from Hoggar, in the Southern Sahara. Contrary to the Custom prevailing among nations of other Mohamme- dans, the women of this tribe go un- veiled. Also they rule the home, and It is they, rather than the men, ono do the divorcing. The men veil the lower part of the face beeause they think the mouth ugly. The covering Is kept inplace even at meal times, for they holey that to be seen chewing rood puts them oh ee level with beasts. Dinner table eonversation, therefore, is not. meth of an art among them. The Touareg men went Into Algiers atter a 1,8O0 -mile trip across the des- ert sande, The journey tenant three months on 'tate road. Chanel (lappet, C;ltite? ita nosy the second ' eri- roilr'teio . dennt ll` e due it the *Old, to the tar** ' woken , .. Ilk Ail �t 4f A.ettklrlF,t►tr 'tat itt frrfnlft* AleilitoOmoitt 1'hietrk WIN HAN ADVANCE-TIMZS N+re Thursday, +p'f✓� IIYc St. f He knew that this was Marcia Langworthy, 140 had never known until now just show pretty shewas, haw like a flower, Marcia paused, seemed to hesitate, dodged suddenly as a noisy bcunble- bee sailed down the air. Then the } I brie buzzed on and Marcia smiled, ;Still stepping daintily she cavae on r until, with her parasol 'twirling; over her shoulder, she stood in the shade with Lee, "You're Mr. Lee, aren't you?" asked Marcia. She was still smiling and ' look cool and fresh and very alluring. Lee dropped the makings of- his cigarette, ground the paper into the sod with his heel and removed his hat with a gallantry little short of rev - "Yes," he answered, his gravity touched with a hint of a responsive smile, "Is there something I can do for you, Miss Langworthy?" "Oh!" cried Marcia. "So you know who I am? Yet I have never seen you, T think." "The star doesn't always see the moth, you know," offered Lee, a little intoxicated by the first "vision" of this kind he had seen in many years. "Ohl" cried Marcia again, frankly puzzled, She knew little first-hand of horse foremen. But she had seen Car- son, even talked to him. And she had seen other workmen. She would until now, have summed them all sip as illiterate, awkward and impossibly backward and •shy. A second long, curious glance at Lee failed to show that he was embarrassed, though in truth he had had time to be a bit ashamed of that moth -and -star obser- vation of his. Instead, he appeared quite self-possessed. And he was good-looking, 'remarkably good-look- ing. And he didn't seem illiterate; quite the contrary, Marcia thought. In an instant she catalogued this tall dark, calm -eyed man as interesting. She twirled her parasol at hila and laughed softly. A strand of blonde hair that was very becoming where it was, against her delicate cheek, she tucked back where it evidently be- longed, since there it looked even more becoming. "Mr. Hampton isn't here, is he?" she asked. Copyright by Charles Scribner's Sons WHAT HAPPENED SO FAR Bud Lee, horse foreman of the Blue Lake ranch, convinced Bayne Trey - ors, manager, is deliberatly wrecking the property owned by Judith San- ford, a young woman, her cousin,. Pollock Hampton, and Timothy Gray, decides to throw up his job. Judith arrives and announces she has bought Gray's share in the ranch and will run it. She discharges Trevors. The men on the ranch dislike tak- ing orders from a girl, but by subdu- ing- a vicious horse and proving her thorough knowledge of ranch life, Judith wins the best of them over. Lee decides to stay. Convinced her veterinarian, Bill Crowdy, is treacherous, Judith dis- charges him, re-engaging an old friend of her father's, Doc. Tripp. Pollock Hampton, with a party of friends, comes 'to the ranch to stay permanently. Trevors accepts Hamp- ton's invitation to visit the ranch. Judith's messenger is held up and robbed of the' monthly pay roll. Bud Lee goes to the city for more money, getting hack safely with it, though his horse is killed under him. Both he and Judith see Trevor's hand in the crime. Hog cholera, hard to account fore breaks out on the ranch. Judith and Lee, investigating the scene of the holdup, climb a moun- tain, where the robber must .have hid- den. A cabin in a flower -planted clearing. excites Judith's admiration. It is Lee's, though he does not say so. They are fired on from ambush, and Lee wounded. Answering the fire, they make for the cabin. Here they find Bel Crowdy wo unded. Dragging g himinto ih the bund ng, they find he has the money taken from Judith's messenger. Beseiged in the cabin, they are compelled to stay all night. Hampton, at the ranch, becomes uneasy at Judith's long absence. With Tommy Burkitt he goes to seek her, arriving in time to drive the attack- ers off, and captur'ing one Mall, who is known as "Shorty." NOW READ ON— Croavdy, at Doctor Brannan's: ord- ers, was taken to Rocky Bend, where Sawyer promised him a speedytrial, conviction and heavy sentence unless he changed his mind and turned state's evidence, And—to be, done with Bill Crowdy for good and all— he never carne to stand trial. A mad attempt at escape, a week later, an- other bullet -hole given him in his struggle with his jailer, and with lips still stubbornly locked, he died with- out "snitching on a pat" * * ir: * * * 4 Under fire in the dark cabin with life grown suddenly tense for thein, Bud Lee and Judith 'Sanford : had touched hands lingeringly, No `one wha knew them guessed it; certainly one a;l thens, perhaps both, sought ter. forget it. 'theme had been that strange thrill Whichcomes sometimes when a 14,41VS h*M and 4 wt mattes ttiect. Bud 1L�ee grttttted 0 the ::titettkt rj"'G1' it; Su„ dith, remembering, blushed scarlet. For, at that moment of cheep, sym- pathetic understanding touched with romance which young life will draw even from a dark night fraught with danger, there had been in Bud 'Lee's heart but an acceptance, eager as it was, of a "pardner." For the 'time be- ing he thought of her—or, rather he thought that he thought of her—as a man would think of a companion of his own sex. He approved of her. Dat he did not approve of her as a girl, as a woman. He had said: "There are two kinds of women." And Judith, knowing his ideal was impossible but a poetic one. She, rich in subtle feminine graces, steeped in that vague charm of her sett like a rose in its own perfume, had accepted .his friendship during a dark hour, allowing herself to forget that upon the morrow, if morrow came to them, he would bold her in that gentle scorn of his. "A narrow-minded, bigoted fool!" she cried in the seclusion of her bed- room. "I'll show you where you get off, Mr. Bud Leet Just you wait," In the long, qoiet hours which ea.me daring the few days following the end of a fruitess search for Quin- nion and Shorty, he had ample time to analyze his own emotion. He lik- ed her; from the bottom of his heart he liked her. But she was not the lady of his dreams. She rode like a man, she shot like a man, she gave her orders like a man. She was effic- ient. She was as squane as a die; under fire she was a pardner for any man. But she was not a little lady to be thought of sentimentally. He on- dened what she would look like if she shed boots and appeared before a a inaneveningo n— all lac man g w Y and ribbony, you know." He could- n't imagine her dallying, as the lady of his dreams dallied in an atmos 'pliere of rose -]eaves, perhaps a vol - time of Tennyson on her knee. "Shucks!" he grinned to himself, a trifle shamefacedly. "It's just the springtime 111 the air," In such a mood there appeared to Bud Lee a vision. Nothing less. He was in the little meadow bidden from the ranch -House by gentle hills still green wale young June. He had been working Lovelady, a newly broken saddle -mare. Standing with his back to a tree,' a cigarette in the snaking in his hands, his black hat far back upon his head, he smilingly watched Lovelady, as with regained freedom she galloped hack a ross the meadow tel, her herd, Then a shadow on the grass drew Lee's eyes swiftly away from the mare and to the vision, Over the verdant floorifigr of the meadow, stepping daintily in and out among,the big golden buttercups, tame ne who might well have been that lady of his dreams, A milk -white hand help it a pale -pink skirt, dis- closing the lacy flounce of' a fine un dersleirt, pale pitlk stoekings and mincing little slippers; a pink parasol east the, most delicate of tints upon a pretty :face from which big blue :es looked otkt, a wile tonorausx upon ttte "tall horse footman. A Mad Attempt at Escape, Bullet Hole "No. Come to think of it, he did say this morning that he would be out right after lunch to helpme break Lovelady, But I haven't seen hini," "He wanted me to stroll out here with him," Marcia explained. "And I wouldn't. It was too hot. Didn't You find it terriblyhot about an hour ago, Mr. Lee?" As a matter of fact Bud Lee had been altogether too busy an hour ago with the capers of Lovelady to note whether it was hot or cold. But he courteously agreed with Miss Lati.g- wortliy. "Then," she ran on brightly, "it got' cool all of a sudden. Or at least 'I' did. And I thought that Polly had cone out here, so I walked out\ to surprise him. And now, he isn't here!" Marcia looked up at Lee helplessly, smilingly, fascinatingly. It was quite as though she had added; "Oh, dear! What shall I do?" Pollock Hampton had fully meant to come. But by now he had forgot- ten all about End Lee and horses to ride and to be .bucked off by. A tele- gram had come from a nasty little tailor in San Francisco who had die- covered Hampton's retreat and who was devilishly insistent upon a small ivatter oh, some suits and things, you know, The whole thing totalled scarcely seven hundred dollars. 1` -Ie went to find. Judith, to beg aft ad- vance against his wages, or allowance or dividends or whatever you call it. Judith. was out son'iewhere at the Lower End, Mrs. Simpson thought, Hampton Saddled his own horse and went to find her, All ,this 1‘9Cateia was to learn ;that evening. Aftret the swift passing of a° few bright minutes, Matti* and curd Lee. to the spring. 'Mareia; it seemed, was interested in everything. Lee told her much of the ways of horses, of break- ing them, of a Score pi little ranch matters, not without their color. Mar- cia noted that he spoke rather slow- ly, and guessed that be was choosing his words with particular care. She was delighted when they cams to the bank under the willows where a pipe sent forth a clear, cold stream of water from a shady recess in the hillside. Here, at Lee's solicitous sug- gestion, she rested after her long walk—it was nearly a half -mile to the ranch-house—disposing her skirts fluffily about her, taking her seat up- on a convenient log from which, with his bat, Lee had swept the loose dust, "I'mdreadfully improper, ant I not?" said Marcia. "But I'm tired, and it is hot, isn't it? Out theee in the fields, I mean, Here it's just lovely. And I do so love to hear about all the things you know which are so wonderful to me. Isn't life narrow in the cities? Don't you think so, Mr. Lee? The breeze playing gently: with the ribbons' of her sunshade brought to hiin the faintest of violet perfumes. He lay at her feet, obeying her tardy command to have the smoke which she had interrupted. His eyes were full of her. "I'd so love," went on Marcia dreamily, "to live always out-of-doors. Out here I feel so sorry, for the peo- ple I know in town. Here women must grow up so sweet and. pure and innocent; men must be so fine and manly and strong!" And she meant it. It was perfectly clear that she spoke in utter sincerity. For this long, summer day, no mat- ter how she would feel tomorrow, I Marcia was in tune with the open, ,yearned for the life blown clean with' the air of the moutains. In the mor- ning her mood had been one of re- bellion, for her mother had said things which both hurt and shocked the girl. Her mother was so mercenary, so Un- romantic. Now, as a bit of reaction, the rebllious spirit had grown tender; ol:position had been followed by list- lessness; and into the mood of tender listlessness there had come a man, .A man whom Marcia had never noted until Iaow and who was an anomaly, almost a mystery. Fate, in the form of old Carson, turned a herd of bellowing steers out into the fields lying between the mea- dow and the ranch -house that after- noon just as Marcia, making a late concession to propriety, was shaking her skirts and lifting her parasol. It was scarcely to be wondered at that the, steers seemed to Marcia a great herd of bloodthirsty beasts. Then there were her pink gown and sun- shade. "Oh, dear, oh, dear!" cried Marcia, SU it was .under Lee's protection that she went back through the mea- dows and to the house. At first she was frightened by the strange noises his lead horse made, little snorts that made her jump. But in the end she put out a timid hand and stroked the velvet nose. When finally Bud Lee lifted his hat to her at the base of the knoll upon which the house stood, Marcia thanked him for his kindness. "I've been terribly unconventional, haven't I?" she smiled at him. "But Another I mustn't again. Next time we meet, Mr. Lee, I am not even going to speak to you, Unless," relenting brightly, "you come up to the house and are properly introduced!" As she went through the lilacs Lee saw her wave her parasol to him. *'* * * *',,, * Three days later Bud Lee learnedarned that Judith Sanford was, after all, "just a firl; you know"; that at least hadi for once in :her Life she,slipped ppcd away to be by herself and to cry. He stopped ,lead in his tracks when he cavae unexpectedly upon her, became suddenly awkward, embarrassed, a moment uncertain, but yielding swift- ly to an impulse to run for it, "Come here, Bud Lee!" commanded Judith sharply, dabbing at her eyes. :'T want to talk to you." He was at the Upper End where be had ridden for half a dozen young horses which were to be taken down into the meadow for their education. And here she was, on a bench out- side the Diel cabin, indulging herself in a hearty cry. "I--1 didn't know you were here," he stammered. "I was going to make some coffee and have finch here. I do, sometimes. It's a real fine day,. isn't it, Miss Sanford! Niue and warm and—" His voice : trailed off ihdis- tiiactlyY "Oli, sc,atl" cried Jtidith at him,. half laughing, half crying, She hadl wiped her eyes, but still two big tears, untouched, trembled on her cheek's. In spite of himself Lee couldn't keep his eyes off thein. "I'm just crying," Judith told hint then, with a, sudden assumption of cool dignity which .had ain •it solve- thing of defiance. 'I've got a right' to, iicI want to, hav'etrlit. 1? What 'do. you look at re like that faty " Y: • "Soo' to ,. Sttkc be akrtsw;e>i�<It :lkastt , t. strolled t anther 00'00 :the theaddte dots yrs goad to rrry; I know, Ottlit thing, All ladles do, sa a tatt'ze Jaditle tlnifit d. "You know all there is;to.be kneelete ahem& 'ladies' don't you? In • your vast wisdom, all you're got,to do i. lump 'ern in one of your brilliant gen- eralities. That's the man of your Lee went into the cabin without: looking back. Judith;, watching saw that he ran hishand, across 1►is•: forehead. She sniffed at hint again,. But when Lee had the eoffe reader she had washed her faceat the sPrin ,: had tucked her tumbled; hair back un- der her hat, and, rookies. remarkably cool, came into the' cabin, "You can make coffee," Judith nodded her approval' as she sippedat: the black beverage, cooled a li'ttle by; condensed milk. Lee was busied with a tin containing potted meat, "Nowa have you got aver your shock so that: I can talk to you?" He smiled at her across the little oilcloth -covered table, and answered lightly and with his il old` assurance,. that he guessed he had steadied hie nerves. Hadn't he told her a eup of coffee would do wonders? "Would it go to your head," ,began, the girl abruptly, "if. I were to telt you that 1 size you up es the best man I've got ;on my pay roll?" "I'd try to keep both feet on the 'ground," he said gravely, though he - wondered what was coming. "I'll explain," she continued, her tone impersonally businesslike. "Next to you, I count on Doc Tripp; next to Tripp, on Carson. They are goods men; they are trustworthy; they un- derstand ranch conditions and they- know heyknow what loyalty to the home -range means. But Tripp is just a veterin- arian; simply that and nothing more. His horizon isn't very wide. Neither.; is Carson's." "And mine?" be grinned at her. "Read me my horoscope, Miss Sam- ford," "You have taken the trouble to be something more than just a horse - foreman," she told him quietly. "I don't know what your. advantages; have been; if you haven't gone thru- high school, then at least you have been amibitious enough to get books,. to read, to educate yourself, , You have developed further than Carson;. you leave broadened more than Tripp.' "Thanks," he offered dryly. "Oh, I'm not seeking to intrude in- to your private affairs, Mr. Bud Lee!" she cried warmly at his tone„ "1 have no desire to do so, having no interest in them. First of all, I -want one thing clear: You said when I first came that you'd stay a few clays, long enough for me to get a man in your place, We have both been rather too busy to think of your leaving or my seeking a substitute. Now what? Da you want to go? Or do you want to stick?" What did he want? He had antici- pated an interference from the girl ire his management of the duty allotted' him and no such interference had come. She left him unhampered, even as she did Tripp and Carson. He had" his interest in his horses. It was. pleasant here, This cabin was a sort of home to him. Besides, he had the idea that Quinnion and Shorty might again be heard from—that if Trevors. was backing their play, there wouId be oth.er'threats offered the )3lue Lake outfit from which he had no desire to run. There was such a thing as. loyalty to the home -range, and in the half year he had worked here it had become a part of him. (Continued Next Week.) Aches and INS. When you take Bayer Aspirin yoiit are sure of two things. It's sure relief., and it's harmless. Those tablets with the Bayer cross do not hurt the heart. Take them whenever you suffer front. Headaches Neuritis Colds Neuralgia Sore Throat Lumbago Rheumatism Toothache When your head aches --from an cause—when a cold has settled i your joints, or you feel those deep - down pains of rheumatism, sciatica, or lumbago, take Bayer Aspirin and,:; get real relief. If the package sad'a:,; Bayer, it's genuine. And gentian Bayer Aspirin is safe, Aspirin is the trade -mat• kofBa �:'. Y ,manufacture of mondarreticacidestet of salicylcacid,• Ii iM mrito