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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Huron Expositor, 1918-08-30, Page 7r t r.e lot 11. rich barn ten, driv- one eot- 59 acres' aeostort t.39, farm- 2639-tf 108 acres acres of itivation; Nan Con- t'e are on ue, large inces and rts. amis atm seed- agn. ono or a doss water to kte isprihts o and line ere Is is rroad to 8.ftSiaMg 1 26Pa-a .s. Ian ,--- tAFE L ly scene &salv— ed wee —fannies o4 /abet- 'etic food en -MEd; Rip 017;1, Cellt..1 AUGUST 30,1918 -ommosososioneensossissmew romm11111111111111111111111111111111111111 nee by Herbert Jenkins ' '[["[-[[•[':-"- '[..[%[[= =[[[[ [ bell caused the foreman to pause. He gazed from Bindle to the door, from the door to Bindle, and back again to the droor. During_ the two sehonds that his superior's eyes were off him Bindle slipped -stealthily a- way. The foreman went slowly to, the deer andopened it. He found there a' middle-aged, rather , stout man, dressed in tweeds, with trousers clip- ped for cycling, Behind him he held a bicycle. It was Sergeant Wren - nock, , The foreman eyed the caller ag- gressively, his hands moving convul- sively. There was that about his ap- pearance which paused his caller to (Continued from our hist issue.)- step suddenly back. The bicycle ov- erturned with a clatter, and the ser- geant sat down with great sudden- ness On the front wheel. \ ,, The foreman eyed him ihdifferent- ly. The tears were streaming from the sergeant's eyes for he. had. sat with considerable force upon. one of the coasters. When he had picked himself up and replaced the bicycle the foreman spoke. "If you've tome 'ere to show me that trick, you've bloomin' well was- ted yer time. You ain't no Cinque- valli, ole sonle If, 'owever, you're a- looldn' for a bald little man with a green apron and a red nose"—the sergeant's eyes brightened beneath -lie tears--" well, 'e's bin took ill, an' 'is mother's took 'im 'onse. "Row you'd better go, cockle, 'fore I set the dog on yer. I'nipretty damn well pick of the sight pf yer, • comin"ere with yer bleycle tricks, interruptin' o' the day's work. 'Ere Bindle—where's Bindle .!'' he shouted into the house. • But the sergeant did not wait. He mounted his machine and disappeared down the drive. Before Bindle came —and Bindle was uneager to respond —he was a quarteiof a mile up the road. Serg.eant Wrannock was stunned at the treatment he had received. From such men he was accustomed to re- sect, deference, and blind obedience. To be caled "cockie" by a workman astonished him. Soon he became an- noved. in. time his annoyance hardened into anger, and eventually, passing through the alembic of professional discretion, it became distilled into a determination to teach this man a lesson. He had no intention of letting him know that it was a police sergeant whom he had thus rudely treated, as -if he were some ordinary persoh. He could not quite undersaand the refer- ence to the 'bald little man with a green apron and red nose." The par- ticulars seemed however, to tally with the description of the man of whom Sir Charles had spoken. At six o'clock he presented him- self at The Towels, told his story, and washeidden by Sir Charles to leave the matter until the morning, when it would probably he better to report the whole affair tO the superintend- ent at Lowestoft. Sir Charles had his reasons for suggesting delay. "This 'im, eir?" he queried, as Bin- -dle approached. "Damn your insolence!" burst out Sir Charles. report you to your employers!" But the foreman had disappeared to give an order, and Bindle also had slipped away. Sir Charles raged back down the drive, striving to think of some means of punishing the insolence of the foreman pantechnicon -man. A quarter of an hour later Mr. Greenbales arrived at the hall door of Holmleigh. The foreman was there to receive him. "Good afternoon," said Mr. Green - hales pleasantly. "You want to see one of our men; you don't know 'is name, but 'e's' a rather bald little man, with a green baize apron an' a red nose?" replied the foreman blandly. "Exactly!" \responded Mr. Green - hales genially. "Exactly! Kindly tell him." orm sorry, sir, it was 'is reception day, but 'e's been took ill; 'e asked me to apologize. 'E's got a lot of pals about 'ere. I shouldn't be sur- prised if that was the cause of his Good-arternon, sir. tell 'im you called." The foreman shut the door in Mr. Greenhales' face, and for the third time that afternoon anger strode down the drive of HolmIeigh. In the hall the much wanted Bin- dle was listening intently to his fore- man, "You seem to be holdin' a levvy to -day, Bindle. Seem to 'ave a lot of blinkin' pals 'ere, too! Didn't know you was a society man, Bin- dle. They're all so fond of you, so it 'pears. 'Adn't you better give up this line of business, you with your gifs, and take to squirin' it? You'd look fine follerire the 'Guilds,. you would. Now, jt's about time you de- cided wot you really are. Two hours you take for yer dinner, an' spend the afternoon receivin' callers, -me a -opening the scarlet door. Now you get back to the brilliant furni- ture removin', and give up yer stut- terin' ambitions. If I was you Bindle was never to know what the foreman would do if in his place. At that moment a loud peal at the .6•410.4.4#441..s.o.s.**44P41*.c...••••41•44•Per Laugh When People Step On Your Feet this zourself then pass It along to caters - It works! Ouch ! ? ! ? ! ! 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CASTOR IA s.Lifia. and Children. lks Kild You Have Always Boiled seas the agumure of • • • 3 CHAPTER XVI The Amateur Detectives • -By. nine o'clock the last pantechni-: con that was going back that night had rumbled ofi! to Lowestoft, there to be entrained for London. One stilt remained on the drive, waiting to be taken back by the horses that would bring the first van in the morning.i With the last van went Bindle, much to his regret. • "It's like not gein' to yer own fun- eral," he grumbled. Holneleigh was shut up and in dark- ness, save for a slit of light that could be seen beneath the venetian blind of the dining -room. Inside the room • sat the foreman. He was smoking a meditative pipe, and cursing the luck that left him at Holmleigh to play night-watchman. He was not a nervous man, but his mind instinctively travelled back to the events of the day. Why had so many people been desirious of seeing. Bindle ? He had subjected Bindle • himself to a very thorough and pic- turesque cross-examination. He had told him what he thought of, him, and of those responsible for his be- ing. He had coaxed him and threat- ened him., but without result. Bin- dle had expressed the utmost aston- ishment at his sudden pepularity, and professed himself, utterly, unable to • account for it. Once or twice the -foremen thought he saw the- shadow of a grin flit across Bindle's face, especially when Bindle suggested that he should act as night watchman, adding. an excuse the ob- vious fatigue of his superior. It was this that had terminated the interview • with great suddenness. Thus meditating upon the curious occurrences of the day, the foreman dropped off to sleep, for he was tired, and the armchair, in which he half lay. Waif sat, was extremely com- fortable. As he slept a dark form moved stealthily up the drive towards the house. Keeping well within the shad- ow of the trees, it paused to listen, then moved on for a dozen yards and stopped again. When it reached the top of the drive it crept off to the left in the direction of the trades- men's entrance. Displaying great caution, the figure finally reached the scullery window,. which by a curious chance was unfas- tened. After great deliberation, and much listening„ it opened the window and inserting itself feet foremost, dis- appeared. Three minutes later the back door was noiselessly unbolted and opened. The figure looked out cautiously, then retreated within, leaving the door open to its fullest extent. The first figure had scarecly disap- peared before another approached the back door from an opposite direction. It must have come through the hedge and crept along in its shadow from the main entrance. The second figure paused, as if astonished, at finding the back door open. For some min- utes it stood in the shadow of the water -butt, listening. Finally, with a quiet. insidius motion, it slid thro' the doorway. The first figure, passing cautiously through the servants' quarters, had reached the hall. Finding all the doors shut, it proceeded stealthily up- stairs to the large dawing-room that overlooked the drive. The door was open! Groping its way with great I care, the figure for one second- allow- ed the light of a dark lantern to show • The effect' was startling The whole room was piled up, with long narrow wooden, cases. On' several tables formed by boards on trestles, were; laid out what appeared to be dozens of rifles. The figure- gasped. The place was apparently nothing less than a huge -arsenal. The long nar- row cases contained guns! guns !1 guns!!! _ . The figure had just picked up one of the guns to make Aure that its eyes were telling the truth, when there was the smiled of a footfall on the landing., The figure turned quickly, and the rifle dropped with acrash to the floor. For some time it stood as if petrified with horror, then with a swift, stealthily movement reached the door. Here it turned sharply to the left and ran into something smell and soft. With a yell teh something turned. In a moment two forms were and soft. With a yell the something fell, and lay a writhing,wriggling mass at the top of the stairs. 11 e The foreman had no idea how long, he bad slept, or what it was that a- wakened hien;: but suddenly he found himself wide awake with a feeling that something was happening. The lamp had gone out, there was no moon, and he felt cold, although he knew it to be July. • For a minute he listened intently. Not a sound broke the stillness, save the rustle of the trees as the wind sighed through them. He went to' the window and looked out under the blind. It was quite dark. He shook himself, then pinched his Ieg. Yes, he was awake. Then he hard a creak overhead, and it suddenly came home to him that the house was being burgled. A passionate anger seemed to grip hold of him. Silently and swiftly he op- ened the door that led into the hall. He had not moved three steps before he was brought to a standstill by a yell- that echoed through the whole place. It was followed a moment lat- er by what appeared to be an avas lanche descending the stairs. From stair to stair it bumped through the darkness, and finally lay heaving and grunting almost at his feet. There were muttered exclamations, curses, threats, and the dull sound of blows. The foreman sprang forward and clutched with his right hand a human ear. Feeling about 'with his left hand he secured a handful of hair. Then he brought two heads together with a crack. The muttering and movement ceaeed, and the foreman pantechni- con -man struck a match. "Crickey" The exclamation burst involuntarily from his lips. He rum- maged in his pockets awl presently produced about two inches cf candle; this he lighted and held over the re- cumbent mass at his feet. "Well, biowedi" he stat- tered, conscious of the inadequace of his words. There at his feet lay Mr. Greenhales and Sergeant Wrannock, whom the foreman recognized only as two of the afternoon's visitors. For -fully 2 minutes he stood regard: ing his captives; then, with a grin of delight, .he 'blew out the candle, care- fully opening the front door. There was nothing to be seen save the trees and the empty pantecani- comdeari. The- great" hiahle shape appeared to give him an idea. The doors were open, and without hesita- tion he stepped back into the hall, picked up one of the prostrate figures and carried it into the van; a moment later he did the same with the other. Closing the dans, he barred and pad- locked them and re-entered the hall. Later he returned to the pantech- nicon, unfastened the padlock, arid left the doors merely barred. Still grinning to himself he once more entered the house, picking up an old- fashioned pistol from many that lay upon the diningroom table. Next he opened the diningroem windows -at the bottom, performihg the sameop- eration with those in the morning - room. Finally, locking the' doors of both rooms from the outside, he made a tour of the whole house and, having satisfied himself that no one was se- creted within, he slipped out of the front door and closed it behind .him, unaware that a pair', of terrified eyes. were watching him from the head of the stairs. "There's two stip to come)" -he muttered, and waited. At the en(g, an hour he heard a grind as of gravel beneath a boot. Ho listened eagerly: After fully five Minutes dof silence he heard another grind, and a dark shape approached i the dining -room window. The foreman still waited. It took a quarter off an hour for the shape to make up its mind to raise the, window higher and enter. The sound of suppressed wheezingecould be dis- tinctly heard. When the figure with difficulty, had forded itself upon •the window -sill, the foreman leapt out, grasped its leg, land pulled. There was a wheezy shout,- and the foreman Was kneeling on the' path, with a fig- ure between his Ishees and the gravel'. t Again he struck a match, which disclosed the ashen features of the landlord of the Dove and Easel. With- out hesitation the foreman picked him up and bundled him into the pan- technicon and once more barred the door. As he turned back he saw the hall door open slightly. At first he thought it was his imagination. As he watched, however, the door con- tinued to open stealthilyeinch by inch, until finally a figure appeared. Dawn was breaking,' and in the half light he saw a email man slide ,out and creep along by the side of he house. At first the foreman watched; then, seeing that his man was likely to escape, he sprang out. The fig- ure ran, the foreman ran, and ran the faster. Then the fugitive stop- ped, and facing :round caught the fore- man a blow in the chest as he came on unable to stop. With a yell Of rage the foreman lifted his pistol and brought it down with a crash upon his opponent's head. In a grey heap the trespasser dropped. Another match was struck, revealing Sir Charles Custance's rub- icund features, down which a slow trickle of blood wound its way. --(That's the Pole bloonein' bag, 1 tak6 it," conned nted the victor grim- ly, as he bun led. the portly frame of the magistilate into the van; tak- ing every precaution against as toss- _ i le rush for ! freedom on the ,part of the other captives. He then ad - c. reseed the interior at large. "I'm awatchin' outside, and if yer so much as cough or blow yer noses ass • • Vito XPOSITOlt 41 • 7 `ti h the ii°4 — I'll shoot .theOg 1 es with. this 'ere ole - blunderbuss. D'ye 'ear, cookies?" Will that he banged the doors to, barred and padlocked them, and sat on the tailboard watching the grey- ness of the dawn steal through the trees, as he struggled; to keep awake. He was so occupied when, at half - past seven a distant rumble announc- ed the arrival of the expected pan- technicon from Lowestoft' . As it slowly lumbered uj the drive the fore- man trinned, and, he grinned more broadly when he saw Bindle shit from the tail -board, followed by Ginger and two other men. "Mornin', Bindle; mornin', Ginger," he called' out politely. "Slep' well?" Bindle grinned, and Ginger grum- bled somethinginandible. "Now, one o' yoult two go an' get my breakfast, and the other telephone for the perlice.". , The -men istared at him. "Ginger," rho continued complacent- ly, "you'll find two eggs and 'some bacon in the 'all, an' a stove in the kitchen, and a pot of coffee wot only wants warming i.ip. I'm 'ungry, Gin- ger—as 'ungry as 'el is for you, Gin- _ger. Bindle, give my compliments to the perlice at Lowestoft, and ant them to send a few peelers over 'ere at once to take charge co' what I caught last night. Bindle scratched his head, uncertain' whether or no it was all a joke. "Yes; Bindle," eteatinued, the fore- man, "I've got 'em all—all in Black. Maria," and he jerked his thumb in the direction of the pantechnicon. "All yer very dear ole pals, cockie. Like to see 'em?" Bindle still looked puzzled; but when the foreman bad explained his • grin transcended ii its breadth and good humor that of his superior. Then the foreman changed the style of his idiom, and his subordinates went their ways as he had intended and directed. that they should. The foreman was just finishing his breakfast by sopping tip the bacon - fat with a piece of bread, when there reached him the sound of a inotor-car chunking its way' along in the dis-, tance. The news of the night's doings had • spread rapidly, and a small crowd was collected' round the gates of Hohn- leigh. Bindle .grinned through the bars, and occasionally threw to the curious neighbours bits of information T.h.e car approached, and drew up. In it was a tall ,spare, man of about thirty eight or forty, with thin, angu- lar • features. He seemed surprised to see the crowd; but turning the car through the open gates drove slowly up to the house. The crowd recognized the stranger as Mr.' Richard Miller, the new tenant of Hohnleigh. He nodded to the foreman, who immediately descended from the tail -board and approached. "Good-mai/1"e sir," he said. "You'- re earlier than wot I 'ad 'oped, sir; but that's on the lucky side. I been 'avin' rather a lively night, sir." ' At this moment there was a loud and continuous pounding froM 'within the pantechnicoin that' he had just left. forgive me, but 1 *Mr he shouted "If you're not quiet:I'll shoot—God over his shoulder. Then turning to Mr. Miller he winked Welt "Gettin' a`bit ling -Alit,. sir- 7Thei 'eard you come; 1 'spose. Poe 'act 'ern them for several hours now Ah! 'ere's the perlice!" • • . As he spoke another ear appeared round the bend of the drive, and an inspector in uniform and three plaiia- clothes men got out. . "Now there's goin' to be some fun'," the foreman chuckled to himself as, addressing Mr. Miller, he told of the happenings of the night before. When he had finished; the features of Bindle, who had been relieved by Ginger, were suffused with a' grin so broad and good-humored that it con- trasted strangely with the astonish- ment written on the faces. of the oth- ers. "That's the story, gentlemen, -> and -there's my bag," jerking his thumb in the direction , of the pantechnicon. "Four of 'em there are, I counted 'em carefully, an' every one a Charles Peace. You'd better be careful as you let 'eni out," he addea. "1 'adn't time to search 'em:. They came so quick, like flies in summer." The inspector breathed hard, Mr. Miller looked grave and concerned, the plainclothes men looked blank, Bindle looked 'cheerfully, whilst the foreman looked as a man looks only once in a lifetime. Deliberately he approached the tail of the van, undid the lock removed the bar, threw open lie doors, and stood quietly aside. For fully half a minute nothing happened; then the portly forintof Sergeant Wrannock emerged. "Wrannock!" gasped the inspector from Lowestoft. The sergeant forgot to salute his superior officer. He was humliated. His collar was torn, one eye was blackened and his nose was swollen. Closelyfollowing him - came Sir Charles Custance and Mr. Greenhales who between them supported the inert farm of Mr. Gandy, wheezing piti- fully.' All were much battered. Sir Charles's face was covered with blood, Mr. Greenhales had lost his wig and .his false teeth, whilst Mr. Gandy had' lost the power to move. "What in heaven's name is the meaning of this?" asked the inspec- tor. "It means," thundered Sir Charles who was the first to find his voice, "that we have been_ brutally and murderously assaulted by a band of ruffians." house is full el arms and' ammuni- tion?" he asked politely. • i "Of arms, certainly, Inspector, most certainly," Mr. Miller replied. "1 ani .supposed to have the finest ocIlection of firearms in the country, Come and see them, or such as are unpack- ed," , And the inspeCtor looked at Ser- geant Wrannock, and the plain -clothes constables looked away from him, and ' Sir Charles and Mr, Greenhales look- ed irefully round for Bindle; but Bin- dle was nowhere to be seen. "Funny none of 'em seem to see the joke!" he remarked to a clump of.rhododendrons half -way down the drive. $ .........,— CHAPTER XII Bindle Makes a Mistake • 1 "Bindle there?" "No sir; 'e's down the yard." "Tel him I want him." "Right sir." . . The manager of the West London Furniture Depository, Ltd., returned to his office. A few -xninutes later Bindle )mocked at the door and, re- moving the blue and white cricket cap from his head entered in response to the manager's, "Come in." • "Wonder wot 'e's found out. Should-, n't be surrpised if it was them guns,"S muttered Bindle prophetically under his breath. Bindle had been employed by the -h, Depository for six months, and had, `; acquitted himself well. He was a: good workman trustworthy, and had' given conclusive proof that he knew his business. The manager looked up fit= a -let- ter he held, in his hand. • "I've had a very serious letter from Sir Charles Custance of Little Cromp- ton," he began. "No bad news, I -dope, sir," remark- ed Bindle cheerfully. "Brooks sort o' shook Jim up a bit, acoerdin' to 'is own account." Brooks was the fo‘reman pantechnicon -man. The manager frowned, and proceed- ed -to read aloud Sir Charles's letter. It recapitulated the 'events that had taken place at Little Compton, paint - in i" Bindle and the foreman as a pair of tile most desperate cut-throats CQ11- ceivable, threatening, not only them, but the West London Furniture De- pository with every imaginable pain and penalty. When he had finished the manager looked up at ,Bindle with great sever- ity. "Youlve heard. what Sir I Charles Custance writes. What have you got to say?" he asked. Bindle scratched his head. -and shuf- fled his feet. Then he looked up with a grin. h"Yer see, sir, I wasn't to know that they was as scared as rabbits o' ethe Germans' , I jest sort o' let an 'int drop all innocent like, an' the 'ole bloornin' place turns itself into a • sort e' Scotland Yard." "But you sought out Sir Charles and", ---the manager referred to the letter—" 'and laid before me an in- formation,"' he says." "I didn't lay nothink before 'im, pie not even a complaint, athough language- wheiA come out o' the ark, wasn't fit for Ginger to 'ear; an' Ginger's ain't exactly Sunday -school talk." The manager was short-handed rind. anxious to find some means of pias eating ,so important a man as Sir Charles Custance, and, at the saine! time, retaining Bindle's services, He bit the top of his pen Meditatively. It was Bindle who solved the problem "I better resign," he suggested, "and then join up again later, sir. Yoh can write an'- say I'm under notice to go." The manager pondered awhile. He -was responsible for the conduct of the affairs of the Depository, and, after all Sir •Charles and then othere had been mainly responsibe for what had occurred. "I'll think the matter; over," he remarked.. "I the meantime Brooks is away, Mr. Colter is 111, and Jame- son hasn't turned up this morning, and we have that move in West Ken- sington to get through during the - day. .Do you think that you can be responsible for it?" "Sure of it, sir. I been in the per- fession, man and boy, all me life." The West London Furniture De- poeitory made a specialty of moving clients' furniture, whilst they were holida,Yemaking. They understoole to set otit the rooms in the new house exact* as they had been in the old, with due allowance -for a changed ge,Hrei o,gretaphys. theepecification " said the manager, handing to Bind -le a paper. "Now: bow will you set to work?" " 'Five bed, two reception, one study) one -kitchen, one nursery," read Bindle. "Two vans'll do -it, sir. Best bedropm, servant's, dnin'-room, No. bedroom, servant's, dinin'-roorn, No. 2; two bedrooms and kitchen No. 3, and t e rest No. 4. ,Then you see we shun' get 'em mixed." Th manager nodded approvingly. "Do you think you could -replace the furn#ure?" • "Slim as. I am o' Mrs, Bindle. I can carry an 'ole 'ouse in me eye; they won't know they've even moved." "The keys are at the West Kensing- ton Police Station. Here is the au- thority, with a note from me. Its No. '181 Branksome Road you're to fetc1 the furniture from. Here's the key Of the house you are to take it to —NO. 33 Lebanon Avenue, Chiswick, Take Nos. 6 and 8 vans, with Wilkes. Ruggles, Randers, and the new man." "1.ight, sir," said tindle; "I'll see it through." Binde returned to the yard,. where he narrated to his mates what had 'ttigUilisgaimmisistr "That's me, and me only!" com- mented the foreman complacently. "I'm the band, cockie, and don't you forget it." "It means,' said Sergeant Wran- nock, "that -having information that this house -was packed with firearms, I came to make investigation and—" "Got caught, cockle, interrupted the foreman. "Hold your tongue!" shouted Mr. Greenhales, in a hollow, toothless voice, dancing with fury. "Hold your tongue! You shall suffer for this." At last from the incoherent shout- ings and reproaches in which the words "Germans," "Spies," "Herr Mueller," were bandied' back and: forth Mr.Miller and the inspector pieced to- • Other the story of how four patriots :had been overcome by one foreman pantechnicon man. The inspector . turned to Mr. Miller. "As a matter of form, sir, and in the execution of my duty, I should be glad to know if it is :true that your • rommassimiroirmse justtakenplace in the manager's "So yr see, *Ginger, I'm still going to stay wr yer, correct yer language an' make a gentleman to"- yer. So cheer up, 'Amy." Bindle gathered together his forces and set out. He was glad to be able to inelude Ginger, whose misanthropic outlook upon life was a source of in- tense- interest to him.. Outside the police -station he stepped off the tail- board 'of the frot van, saying that he would overtake them. (To be Continued Next Week). 1110. ACTIVITIES OF WOMEN Women make the best military spies. The Danish parliament, has nine women members. Over 5000 'women have registered for farm work in New York State., The Indiana Typiogra.phcal Union now has several women delegates. • Two Kansas women recently knitted 36 pairs of socks in 60 days. All German states now appoint wo- men as factory and other inspectors. The female Bible Society tof Piqua, 0., was' formed 100 years ages Women section hands with eeick and shovel are employed in the Cincinnati railroad yards. 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