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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Wingham Advance Times, 1931-01-22, Page 6Wibgham .A, Iver e.Ti n,es Published at WINGHAM ONTARIO Every Thursday Manning W. LoganCraig P blisher "Catg - u 'Subscription rates --- One year $2,00. Six months $1,00, in advance, To U. S. A. $2,50 per year. Advertising rates •nt application.. Wellington Mutual Fire Insurance Co. Established 1840 Risks taken •on all class of insur- ance at reasonable rates. Head Office, Guelph, Ont. ABNER CQSENS, Agent, Wingham 3. W. . D OJDA/ o doors aouth of Field's Butcher shop. FIRE, LIFE, ACCIDENT AND HEALTH INSURANCE AND REAL ESTATE P. O. Box 366 Phone 46 WINOHAM, ONTARIO 3. W. BUSHFIELD Barrister, Solicitor, Notary, Ete. leloney to Loan Office -Meyer Block, Wingharn Successor to Dudley Holmes .l. H. CRAW FORD Barrister, Solicitor, Notary, Etc. Successor to R. Vanstone Wingham -.- Ontario 3. A. MORTON BARRISTER, ETC. Wingham, Ontario DR. G. H. ROSS DENTIST Office Over Isard's Store I. W. COLBORNE, M.D. Physician and Surgeon :edical Representative D. S. C. R. Successor to Dr. W. R. Hambly Phone 54 Winghain DR. ROBT. C. REDMOND M.R.C.S. (ENG.) • L.R.C.P. ' (Lond.) PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON DR. R. L STEWART Graduate of University of Toronto, Faculty of Medicine, Licentiate of the Ontario • College of. Physicians and Surgeons. - Office in 'Chisholm Block Josephine Street Phone 29 DR. G. W. HOWSON DENTIST Office over John Galbraith's Store. F. A. PARKER OSTEOPATH All Diseases Treated Office adjoining residence next to Anglican Church on Centre Street. Sundays by appointment. Osteopathy Electricity Phone 272. Hours, 9 a.m. to 8 pan. A.R.&F. E.DUVAL Licensed Drugless Practitioners Chiropractic and .Electro Therapy. Graduates of Canadian Chiropractic College, Toronto, and National Col- lege, Chicago. Out of town and night calls res- ponded to. An business confidential. Phone 800. J. 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',Office Phone _., no I06; Res, Phone Limousint Purio tal CCiacla, and �re}vxia AUOvIC BBECIICN$. ?trchdent'tttt Contrite es Present Frac- dittorts With -First Voyage. le contrast to his first voyage to the Arctic regions twenty-one years ago, Arehdoacon Fleming oY the Are - tie Mission re-tie-Mission of the Church of England Missionary Soeicty tells of the com- parative luxury of.he aceoinmodsr tion on .tie recently completed tour of tate Aretie mission stations of the eastern division. Oa his first journey he travellCd om a halting schooner andslept on a pile of canvas on the thek. Throughout the recent trip Archdeacon FIeming enjoyed the blersins of the wireless, Which gave eontac:; with the world and which permitted him to carry' on his executive duties as superin.en- dent of the Arctic mission, altnough' many miles distant from his office in Toronto, Archdeacon Fleming was a passen- ger: on the Hudson Bay Co.'s steamer Nascopie, which left Montreal recent- ly'.. The return journey totalled. some 10,600 miles. The Nascopie visited, Quebec, Newfoundland and went' thence along the east coast of Lab- rador, through the Hudson Strait, I and on to Baffin Land, putting be at impor.ant ports and distrieuting freight and supplies. The ,gyrocompass is among the many modern safety devices installed on the Nascopie. It is a mechanical device, always pointing to true north and used in place of the magnetic compass, which does not act in the Arctic. The instrument on the Nas- copie is similar in design tothe com- passes installed on the recently com- pleted Caxuadien National steamers, the Prince Henry, Prince Robert, and Prince David, for the Vancouver - Alaska spun. Unique among the incidents of the voyage was the wedding ceremony performed by Archdeacon Fleming on board the steamer while off the:. Bain Land ,coast, The bridegroom, who was being transferred from a Labrador post, ,and the bride, •a pas- senger on the .steamer, had planned for a wedding atone of the ports. The plans went awry owing to changes in •the steamer's schedule, so the eeremony took place aboard ship. Archdeacon Fleming was delighted with existing conditions among the Eskimo missions and the steadfast - fleas with which the Christian con- verts were holding to the faith they have adopted. He found great cause for thanksgiving for the progress which was evident in the construe- tion of the hospital being erected un- der the auspIc of the M.S.O.C., and ably supported by the Dominion Gov- ernment at Pangnirtung, the first hospital to be built north of the mainland of Canada. It will be pro- vided with eight beds and a modern operating room. Eronle situ I GHTH017SE, Has .Safeguarded Msa'inesa Por Oyer 232 Years. One of the most famous light- houses in the world recently celebrat- ed its jubilee. .L slim white pillar, known to nearly all sailors, rises out of the sea fourteen miles from Ply- mouth,England. This is the Eddy- stone Lighthouse, or rather, the fourth Eddystone Lighthouse. For 232 years, the light from this beacon has safeguarded mariners -during the °night ..against the treach- erous reef which is its foundation, and which lies directly in the track of vessels entering and leaving the English Channel. The first of the lighthouses erected on this reef was a queer affair. It was a tower that looked like a cross between a Chinese pagoda and a Turkish minaret: The outer walls were circled with wide galleries, and were ornamented with painted suns, wooden candlesticks, weather vanes, and strange gabies. The tallow -can- dles in this wooden lantern were lit for the nrst time in November, 1698. For four years this queer structure withstood the onslaught of wind and sea. Then one fateful night a ter- rific hurricane swept away the light- house and Its occupants. The present lighthouse- was designed by Sir Jas. Douglas, and its first stone w'aas. Iaid on August 19th, .1879. F� PLAY I N THE 7IJNGLE. Bold and .Fearless Maoris Knew Mow to Be amorous. The Maoris of a few years ago loved to fight, Before the white man came to New Zealand the various tribes fought among themselves; af- ter he came they united to fight the common enemy. But if the Maori. warriors were bold and'fearless on the field of battle they could also be generous. For ee.ample, this incident, which occurred' some seventy years ago, and which Mr. William D. Boyce relates in his recent book, "Austra- lia and New Zealand," shows that lair play may,exist, even in the Bungle; During a battle the white sol- diers had used Sring, and the Maori thief sent out a Sag of truce to in- quire why. "We are out of powder for our guns," was the reply. Obviously the game couldn't go ' en if one side had no powder; so the chief sent half of ills own supply to the white men. Ile wanted to fight and win, but more than that he want- ed to fight on' even terms, The Guards' floh ere. The large bearskin hats or helmets scorn by the Grenadiers and other Footguards of the British Army al- ways keep their shape and stand axp en the head without any sagging, We Might wonder how it is that a sub- stance like fur could be made to, do this, but when we see the Inside of a. Guardsman's bearskin hat we see at once how It is that it keeps a good ehape. The hat is like,the human body, in that it is haft Up en a ttsere or less rigid skeleton. A kind of basket matte of the best willow ie first con- structed, and when this.; is complete the fur is Pitted round it, The -Metter strueture is very substantias, and the hat when completed would have to. ateekve st very severe blow to b dented nr pttt out of thews ilk eh way. OR +f AVA Es - Copyright by Charles Scribner's Sons WHAT HAPPENED SO FAR NOW READ ON -- 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 tothrow;•up his job. Judith arrives and announces she has bough Gray's: share in the ranch and wil 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 he thorough knowledge of ranch life Judith wins the best of them over Lee decides to stay. Convinced` her veterinarian, Bil Crowdy, is treacherous,- Judith' dis- charges' is 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 ' back 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 for, 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 Bill Crowdy wounded. Dragging. him into the. building, 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 capturing one pian, who is known as "Shorty." "Shorty" escapes from imprison- ment in the grainhouse of the ranch, to the disgust of Carson, cow .fore- tnan,who had hint in charge. Lee be- gins to feel a fondness for Judith, the he realizes she is not his womanly ideal. Marcia Langworthy, one of Hampton's party, typical city girl, is move to his taste. The discovery is made that pig- geons, with hog cholera germs on their feet, have been liberated on the ranch, Lev• captures a stranger Dick Donley, red-handed, with an accoin- plice, a cowboy known as "Poker Face", Donley has brought �;,ore'pi- geons to the ranch, At a dance given in honor of Hampton's friends Lee appears in ev- ening dress, He is recognized. by one of the party as an old acquaintance. Dave Lae, once wealthy but ruined by trusting false friends. Judith, in her womanly finery makes each an appeal to Lei; that, alone With her, her forcibly kisses herr, t•eceiving the rcbtttio deserved., When he had drawn on: his working garb and stuffed his trousers into his boots, he went to his bunk and tossed back the blanket: From the mattress he took a heavy, old-style colt revolv- , er. Carson, watching him, saw • him spin the cylinder, slip a box of fresh t cartridges into his pocket and turn 1 to the' door. "Riding, Bud?",He. got to his feet, - stuffed his pipe into his pocket and - reached for: his hat. :"Care if I .mosey r along?" , "What for?" asked Lee curtly. • "Oh, h-l,'what's the use of being a' hawg?" Carson . grumbled deep 1 down in his brown throat, "If;you're ` on your way to little of Rocky hunt- ing trouble, if they's going to be shooting -fun, why can't you let me in on it?" Lee stood a moment framed in the doorway, frowning down et; Carson. Then he turned on his . heel and went out, saying coolly over his. shoulder: "Come on if you want to. Quin- nion's in town.." ` w * * 5 As their horses' hoofs hammered. the winding road for the forty miles into Rocky Bend the two riders were for the most part silent. All of the. explanation which Lee had to give, or eared to give, was summed up in the brief words: "Quinnion's •in town:" To Judith, Lee had said that night they fought together at the Upper ,'End that he had recognized Quin- nion's voice,, "I played poker with that voice not four months ago." That he had had ample reason to re- member the pian as well, he had not gone on to mention. But -Carson knew, Carson had sat at Lee's left- hand that 'night, across the table from Chris Quinnion, and had seen the look of naked hatred in two pairs of eyes when Lee had risen to his feet and coolly branded Quinnion as a crook and a card sheik. For a little the two men had glared at each oth- er, their muscles corded and ready, their, eyes alert and suspicious,' their hands close to their pockets. Then Quinnion had sneered in that evil vdioe of his: "You got the drop on me this, time, Look out for the next" He, too, had risen and with Lee's eyes hard upon hint had gone out of the room. And Carsonhad been dis- appointed in a fight. But now—now that Bud Lee in this mood was go- ing straight to Rocky Bend andQ uin- o Mon, :Carson filled his deep longs o with a sigh of satisfaction, Life had grown dull here of late:there wasn't a a fresh sear an his battered body. i Though the railroad had at last o hug the:lk tg dusty days, But at night, always an .a Saturday .evening, there came into Rocky Bend front l.utnb';r- camps, mines and eow outfits a crowd of men whose blood ran red and tar bulent, seeking a game 'of cards, a "Whirl at the wheel," a night of drink- ing or any other amusement which fate might vouchsafe them, Good men and bad men, they were all hard 1 men and quids., 'Otherwise they would not have come into Rocky Bend at all. Lee and Carson riding out of the darkness into the .dim •light of the first straggling street -lamps, passed swift- ly between the rows of weather- boarded shacks and headed toward the 'G&iilen :Spur Saloon. Though the hour was late there were :n ny saddle -ponies standing with drooping heads: here and •there along dire sidewalks: from more. than one barroom came the gay rag- time .of an automatic piano or the scrape and scream of a fiddle. Men' lounged up and down the 'street, smoking, calling to one another, turn- ing in here or there to have a drink, or watch ,a game. The two newcomers, watching each man or group' of men,, rode on slowly until they came to the building on whose false front, was a gigantic spur in yellow paint. Here they dismount- ed, tied their horses, and 'went in. Carson, with a quick eye toward pre- paredness for what might lie on the cards, looked for Lee's gun. It wasn't in his pocket; it wasn't; in his waist- band, ready'to hand.'It.wasn't any- where that Carson could see. At the door he whispered warningly: "Better be ready, Bud. Ain't lost your. gun, have you?" • Lee shook his, head and stepped in- to the room. At the long bar were three or four men drinking. `There were other men at the round tables, playing draw, solo, stud horse. One glance showed that Quinnion' was not g. in the room. But there were other rooms at the' rear for those desiring privacy. " Lee, nodding'this way and: 1. that to friends who accosted hiin, made his way straight to the bar. "Hello, Sandy," he said briefly. Sandy Weaver, the bartender,' look- ed at him suspiciously. A short, heavy blond man was Sandy Weaver, who ran a fair house and gave attention Strictly to his own business. Save. �tvhen asked by a friend to do hi:n a favor, such a favor as to keep en eye on another man. "Hello, Bud," returned Sandy, put ting out a red hand. All expression of interest had fled from his elated'' face. 'Come in right away, eh? Hello Carson. Have sornethin'; on me, you know" Lee shook his head, f "Not tonight, Sandy," • 'he said. "Thanks just the same." "Me," grinnediCarson. "I',11 go you,, Sandy. Same, thing --you, know:" Sandy shoved out ' whisky -bottle' s and glass. Then he turned grave eyes h to Lee. h "One of•these fellers can tend bar 1 while we . talk if you want, Bud," he offered. • i• "You, say Quinnion has been talk- tug?" alk tug?" asked Lee. e "Yes: Considerable. All afternoon li an' evening, I .guess. I didn't hear g him until I called: you up." I "Then, continued the man from c .Blue Lake ranch, "I don't see any call Q for you and me to whisper, Sandy. Y What did he say?"' c "Said you was a' Iiar, Bud, . An' - a. h skeerd-of-your-life d—n bluff." `. ti A faint shadowy smile touched p Lee's eyes. e "Just joshing, Sandy. But that was -s n't all, was it?" w "No," said. Sandy, wiping .his, bar t carefully. "There was the other word, e Bud. An—say,. Billy, tell him what y Quinnion had to say down to the Jail- s bird." c Lee turned his eyes to Billy Young, Young, a cattleman from the Up. and fi Down range, shifted his belt and J looked uncomfortable. ""D --n if I dot" he blurted out, "It hi ain't none of my funeral. An' if you w ask sne, I don't like the sound of that a kind of 'talk in my mouth. Maybe I vo can't find my way to church on Sun-th day for staggerin' with red-eye, but 1 er ain't ever drug a nice girl's name in- ha to a barroom." ho "So," said Lee very quietly, "that's ni it, is it?" "Yes," said Sandy Weaver. slowly, "that's it, Bud. Us boys knowed of Luke Sanford an' liked hire, Some f us even knowed his girl, All of s know the sort she is, When Quin- ton started his talk—oh, Nit's a song n' dance about you an' her all alone n some d—n cabin, trying to crawl tit'n•' the looks of things by accusi,l' Quinnion of tryin', to shoot you tip! —well, folks jus' laughed at him. More recent, somebody 'must have ook him serious and smashed him in he month, He looks it. lint," and andy shrugged his thick shoulders laborately, "if it's tip to 'anybody it's p to you," For a moment Bud Lee, standing cry straight, his hat far back, his yes hard and told, looked from tale ei another of the "root about hint. In gig every face he saw the same thin their contempt for a man like Qui nion, their wordless agreement wi Sandy that it "was up to Bud Le Lee's face told them. nothing. "Where is he?" he asked lresenrl 6;. n- th e." Y. "Mos' likely down to the jailbird," said Billy Young: "That's where he hangs out lately," Le turned and went out, Cars at his heels, all eyes following hi' In his'heart was a blazing, seari rage. And 'that rage was not 1 Quinnion alone, He thought of Ju ith as he had seen her that very nigl a graceful, gray -eyed slip of a gi the sweetest little maid in all of t world known to him—and of how It brutal in the surge of love for h had swept her into his arhns, crush her, to him, forced' upon her laughi lips the kiss of his,own. "My G -d," he said within himse "I was mad. It would be a good thi if I. got Quinnion tonight—and he g me. Two of a kind," he told himse sneeringly. As he made his way down the i lighted street, his hat drawn over It eyes now,. Bud Lee for a moment lo sight of tile rows of rude shantic the drowsing, saddle -ponies, t street -lamps, and saw only the visi of a girl. A girt clean and pure, girl, who, as he had' seen her la was a fairylike creature born, of mu is and soft laughter and starlight, maid indescribably .sweet. In ±1 harshness of the mood which gripp him, she seemed to him superlative adorable; the softness of her eyes the moment before he had kissed h haunted him. As he strode on see ing Quinnion, who had spoken ev of her, he carried her with him his heart. The horrible'thing was that h name had already beep bandied abo from a ruffian's lips.- Lee winced that even as he had winced at the r membrance of having been: brutal rough with her himself. But wh was past was past; Quinnion had tal ed and must 'talk no more. "He'll start something_ the minu he sees you," cautioned Carson,.h own revolver loose in the belt and his coat, his hard fingers like talon gripped ,about the butt. "Keep you eye peeled, Bud. Better cool off speck before you tie into him. You' toe read, i tell you, for straight, quic shooting." Lee made no answer, Side by sid the two men went on. They had le the ,sidewalk and walked down th middle of the rusty,, rut -gouged stree Every ' man they met, every figur standing in the shadows, receive their' quick, measuring looks. "Most' likely," suggested the cattl oreman, "by now hes got drunk a gone to sleep it off." But Lee knew better than tha Quinnion wasn't the sort that go drunk He'd drink until the alcoho tirred up all of the evil in his ugl. eart; then'he'd stop, always sure o is 'eye and hand, It was far mor ikely that'with a crowd of his ow ort he was gambling in the car oom of the Last Chance saloon, th ailbird saloon as "white"~ men call d it. For there was an ill=fame ang-out at the far edge of the strag ling town, just at the edge of th talian settlement, that of late 'bad ome to be frequented by such a uinnion; men who were none too -ell loved by the greater part of the ominunity, men who, like Quinnion ad served time in jail or peniten ary. Black Steve, who was both pro rietor and bartender,, and who look - d like a low -class Italian, though he poke the vernaoular of the country as the god of the "dago" quarter, he friend of those who had gotten, ntangled with the low. Only last ear he had killed his man in his awn aloon,'then gone clear, through the ositbined perjury of his crowd. The street' grew steadily gloomier, lied with shadows. In front of the ailbird the only • light came from within and. made scant war on'the rking' darkness without. Lee's ears ere greeted with the crazy whine of an old accordian, and with inen's ices lifted in laughter. He shoved e swing door open with his should. , Carson pushed the other half ck, and the two stood on the thres- Id, their eyes swiftly seeking Quin- n. As though their presence had been a command for silence, sudden hush fell over the Jailbird.' The accordian man drew out a last gasping note and turned black round eyes upon them, Black Steve, oily and perspiring be- hind his bar, caressed a heavy black mustache and looked at them out of cold, expressionless eyes. The first glance had shown Lee that Quinnion was not there. At least not in the main room, But there were the card rooms at the rear, ' He gave no sign of 'having felt the hostility of the Many eyes turned neither to right or ,left,' "Hol' on•there'' r came ide the big booming voice of Steve, "What you fellers want, hash?" Lee gave him no answer g vV but strode on. Carson, at Lee'a heels like a in old dog, showed his teeth a lit - on 111, nor or d - t t, rl, he e, er, ed ng l f, ng of If 11 is. st s, he on a st, 1- a t,e ed ly at er k- in slipped through it, Rocky Bend was still a bad little town and proud of its badness, Hess To the northeast lay the big timber trade into which the Wes- t tern Lumber company was tearing its t destructive way; only nine utiles due 5 west were the Rock Creek mines, e running full ° blast; on the ether' side u it was surrounded by cattle ranges, where a lusty brood of young moans- v ed devils were eonstrain�ed ter give e thernseivee n,obetly td thcit work duty t. Thursday, January 32nd, enneeneeneenentemen tie, Stove, striking the bar with ;e heavy hand, shouted in menacing tones: " I-lol' on, I says Nobody's goiit' to break in on a play that's running in, my card rooms. If you fellers want anything, you ask nle." "Go ahead, I3ud," said Carson_jos cosely, "It's only. the of black calf bawling same as usual," But Lee needed no urging. He had heard voices beyond the closed door in front of him, among them a certain, high-pitched, snarling, indescribably evil voice which he knew. He put his, J2; Head First, Shorty Went Throughe The Window! band on the knob and found that the- door was locked. With no waste of time, be drew back a step, lifted his foot and drove his heel smashing into' the lock. Then, throwing himself for- ward, driving his shoulder into the. door, he burst if off its hinges.. At last he had found Quinnion:. Here were half a dozen men not' playing cards, but interrupted in. quiet talk.. Standing on the far side of the table was a man who was as evil a thing' to see` as was hie vosce to hear, his face twisted,'drawn^ too the left side, the left eye a mere slit: of malevolence, the ; uneven teeth showing in an eternal, mirthless grin;: a man whose bands, when his arms were lax as now, hung almost to bin' knees, a man twisted' morally, men.- tally, and physically. Bud Lee had eyes only for this man. But suddenly Carson had seen another man, seeking to screen him self behind the. great, misshapen bulk. of Quinnion, and with new 'eagernes• - was cryingc: "It's. Shorty, Bud! He's mines" But Shorty was no man's yet.:At his back was a window; it was closed. and the shade was drawn, . but to Shorty it spelled safety. Head first he went through it, tearing the green. shade down, crashing through the glass, leaving discussion behind him. With a bellow of rage Carson went after him, forgetful in the instant that there'was another matter on hand tonight. Shorty, consigned to Carson's care and the grainhouse, had slipped away and, had laughed at him. Ever since, Carson had been yearning for the chance to get his two hands. on Shorty's fat throat. Before the smash and tinkle of falling glass had' died away Carson, plunging as Shorty had plunged, was lost to the bulging eyes wihch sought to follow hint gone head , first into the darkness without. (Continued next week.) Precise—Yes, Sir The witness had been cautioned to» give more precise answers. "We don't want your' opinionp f o the question," the judge told hint. "We want it answered, that's•all," "You drive a wagon?" asked the prosecuting attorney, "No sir, I do not," ,ot, was the decid- ed reply. "Why, sir, did you not tell my learned friend but a minute ago that you did?" "No, sir, I did. not." "Now I put it to you, my man on your oath, Do you drive a wagon?'" "No, sir 1" "Then what is your occupation?" p asked the attorney, in despair. "I drive a horse" was the reply, Don't Understand Women In a court room the other day a judge was reproving a colored ma , for deserting his wife and dwelt a . ;. great length'on the injustice he was doing: ""Wife desertion is a thing, l asttis, that x :must deal with severe- ly, I'in afraid, and I feel verystrong- ly tron - ly on the subject." S a "But, jedge, yo' doan know dat wo- man. I ain't .no deserter-»-i'se a re,- fttgee." The brand of popularity y+ Isn't worth the price,