The Huron Expositor, 1918-09-06, Page 7PTE
BER 6? 1918
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Are Coming to
Loudon, for the
Western Fair!
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preparation for your
accomodatiori while in
Ate city.
Make this Store your head-
quarters. Use the free check-
room in the Basement, where
your wraps. grips and parcels
will be taken care of without
• charge.
Waiting Room
Rest Room and
Lavatorie3
are conveniently located for
your special accomodation
Autumn Fashions
While, the store is one great
Fashion Show on every floor.
we want you to feel free to
-look and inspect without
placing yourself under the
slightest obligation- to make
a single purchase.
Make this your down -town
headquarters while attending
the Western Fair. You'll
find it helpful and conveni-
ent in more ways than one.
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FUR nITCHEWS
CA.TOA
GIRLS! WHITEN YOUR SKIN
WITH LEMON JUICE
*take a beauty lotion for a few cents te
remove tan, freckles, sallowness.
Your grocer has the lemons and. any
drug store or toilet counter will supply
You. with three ounces of orchard white
for a few cents. Squeeze the juice of
o fresh lemons into a. bottle, then put
.the orehard white and shake well.
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by
Ilerbert Jenkins
(Continued from our last issue.)
-"Come to give yourself up?" en-
quired the sergeant, who had a slight
acquaintance with Bindle.
"Not yet, -ole sport; goin' to give
yer a chance to earn promotion. I
come for o key."
Bindle handed in his credentials.
At that moment two constables en-
tered with a drunken woman scream-
ing obscenities. The men had all
they could do ' to hold her. Bindle
listened for a moment.
"Lod, she ain't learnt all that at
Sunday School," lie muttered; then
turning to the sergeant, said, "'Ere,
gi'e me my key. I didn't ought to
ear' such things."
The sergeant hurriedly turned to a
rack behind him, picked up the .key
and handed it to Bindle. His attene.
ton was engrossed with the new ease;
it meant a troublesome day for him.
Bindle signed for the key, put it in
his pocket and left the station.
He overtook the vans just as they
were entering Brank.sorne Road. Pull-
ing the key out of 1iis ocket he
looked at the tag.
"Funny," be muttered, "thought he
said a 'indeed an' eight-ene, not °a
'undrecl an' thirty-one."
He took a scrap of poper alit of hie
pocket, on which he had written down
the number in the manager's office.
It was clearly 181. The sergeant had
given hiin the wrong key.
'Ere! Hi!" he began, when he
stopped°, a grin overspreading his
features. Suddenly he slapped his
knee.
?Wet a go! 'Oly Moses, I'l do it!
I only 'ope they 'even't left no ser-
vants in the 'aim. Won't it be—
Hi, where the 'ell- are you goin' to?
You're passing the 'ouse." _ t
"Didn't you say a 'undred an'
heighty-one?" came• the hoarse voice
of Wilkes from the front of the first
of the. -pantechnicons.
"A 'undrecl an' thirty-one, you ole
giggine. 'Adret yer better count it
up on •your -fingers? Yer can use
ger toes if yer
There was a growl in response.
Bindle was popular with his mates,
and no one ever took offence at what
he said.
The Lwo vans drew up :e-efore No.
• 131, and the four men grouped them-
selves by the gate.
Bindle surveyed them with a grin.
"Lord' -wot a army of ole repro-
bates! Wilkes," said Bindle gravely,
addressing an elderly man with a stub-
bly beard and a persistent cough, of
which he made the most, "yer must
get out of that 'Obit 6' yours o' shay -
in' only- on jubilee days and golden
weddin's. It spoils y' appearance.
Yer won't get no more kisses -than a
currycomb."
-Bindle as in 'high spirits.
'UM Ginger, where's that 'clean
coller you was wearin' -last Toosday
week? Lent it to the lodger, 'Ere
come along. Let's lay the dust 'fore
we start. And Bindle and his squad
trooped off to the nearest public -
house.
A quarter of an hour later they
returned and set to work. Bindle lab-
ored like one possessed, and inspired
his men to more than usual efforts.
Nothing had been prepared, and con-
sequently there *as much more to
do than was usually the ease. One
of the men remarked upon this fact.
'They ain't a-goin' to pay yer for
doin' things and do 'em theirselves,
so look slippy," was Bindle's response.
The people at No. 129 manifested
considerable Surprise in the doings of
Bindle and hiassistants. Soon after
a start had been made, the maidser-
vant came out to the front door for
a few moments and watched the op-
erations with keen interest. As Bin-
dle staggered down the path beueath
a particularly voluminous armchair
she ventured a tentative remark.
"I'm surprised that Mrs. Rogers
is movin'," she said.
"Not 'elf as surprise as she'll be
when she finds out," muttered Bindle
wit ha grin, as he deposited the 'chair
on the tail of the van for Ginger to
stow away.
"Funny she shouldn't 'ave told yer,"
he remarked to the girl as he returns
ed up the path.
"You ain't half as funny as you
think," retored the girl with a toss
of her head,
"If you're as funny as you look,
Ruthie dear, you ought to be worth a
lot to yer family," retorted Bindle.
"Where did you get that nose
from?" snapped the girl pertly.
"Same place as yer got that face,
only I got there first. Now run in,
Ruthie, there's a good girl. I'm busy.
I'm also married." The girl retired
discomfited.
Later in the day the mistress of
No. 129 emerged on her way to pay
a call. Seeing Bindle she paused,
lifted her lorgnette, and surveyed him
with cold insolence.
"Is Mr. Rogers moving?" she ask-
ed,
"No, mum," replied Bindle, "we're
goird to take the furniture for a ride
r,
in the park."
"You're an extremely impertinent
fellow," was the retort. "I shall re-
port you to your employers."
"Please don't do that, mum; think
0' rne 'tang -1w wives an' child."
There was no further endeavor to
enquire into the destination of Mrs.
Roger's possession. i
By four o'clock the last load had
left—a miscellaneous mass of odd- )
ments that puzzled Bindle how he was
ever going to sort them out.
It was past seven before Bindle and I
his rnen had finished their work. The '
miscellaneous things, obviously the
aceumolation of many years, had pres- f
ented problems; but Bindle had over- 1.•
core them by putting in the coal -
cellar evetything that he could not
crowd in a lumber room at the top 8
of the house. or distribute through the
root of the rooms.
"Seemed to have moved in an 'urry,' de
eeuglicd Wilkes; "I never see sich a
lot of truck in all me life." ed
"Fraps they owed the rent," sug- di
Tfig HURON EXPOSITOR
barrister ealling Attention 'Li) a ,row 1 calnily entering their taxi, on the
front seat of which at, the police
man. He tu ed vele tanAn away,
regretful that he was not to see the
last act. ,
gested Ruggles.
" giggles, *Melees," remonstrated
Bindle with a grin, "I'm surprised at
you. 'Cos your family 'as shot the
moon for years--'Uggles, pain -
Bindle dui r returned the key to
the police -station, put up the vans,
and himself saw that the horses were
made cornfortable for the night
Whenever in charge of a job he al-
ways made this his own particular
duty.
At six o'clock on the following af-
ternoon a railway omnibus drew up at
the West Kensington police -station,
JO it were Mr. and Mrs: Raton.-
Rogers, seven little Rogerses, a nurse -
Maid, and What ie !mown in suburbia
as a cook -general.
After some difficulty, Mr. Rogers, a
bald-headed, thick -set man -with t1-1.`
*fussy deportment of a Thames tug,
extricated himself from his progeny.
After repeated injunctions to it to
remain quiet, he disappeared into the
police station and a few minutes later
returned with the key. •
"Don't do thattEustace," he called
out.
Eustace was doing nothing but
press a particularly stubby nose a-
gainst the window of the omnibus;
but Mr. Rogers was a man who must
talk if only to keep himself in eine-
tice. If nothing worthy of comment
presented itself, he -would exclaim,
apropos the slightest sound or move-
ment, "What's that?"
• The omnibus started off again, and
a minuter later turned into Brank-
some Road. It( was Nelly, the second
girl, aged eleven, who made the start-
ling discovery.
"Mother, mother, look at our house,'
it's empty!" she cried excitedly. *
"Nelly, be quiet," conunanded Mr.
Rogers frorri sheer habit.
"But, father, father, look, look!"
she persisted, pointing. in the direc-
tion of No. 131.
Mr. Rogers looked, and looked a-
gain. He then looked at his fainily
as if to assure himself of his own
identity.
"Good God! • Emily," he gasped
(Emily was Rogers), look!"
Erniltalookean She was a heavy, a-
pathetic woman, who seemed always
to be a day in arrears of the amount
of sleep necessary to her, A face-
tious relatives had dubbed her "the
sleeping partner." From the house
Mrs. Rogers looked back to .her bus -
band, as if seeking her cue from hint
"They're stolen my horse!" a howl
of protest arose from Eustace, and
fo-a once he went uncorrected. -
The. omnibus drew up with a groan
and a squeak opposite to No. 131.
Mr. Rogers followed by a stream of
little Rogerses, bounded out and up
the path like a comet that had out-
stripped its t.'. Re opened the door
with almost incredible quickness' en-
tered and rushed ie and out ofthe
rooms like a lost dcg seeking his
master.. He then darted up the stairs,
the seven little Rogerses streaming
after him. When he had reached the
top floor and had thoroughly assured
himself that eevrything there was a
void of desolation, he uttered a howl
of despair, and, forgetful of the tail
of :young Rogerses toiling after him
in vain, turned, and, tearing down-
stairs collided with Nelly, who, losing
her 'balance, •fell "back on Eustace, who
.
in turn lost higeleilanee,. and, amidst
wails_ -and -yells comet and tail tumbled
down the stairs and lay in a heap on
the first -floor landing.
Mr. Rogers was the first to disen-
tangle himself from the struggling
mass.
"Stop it, you little *beasts! Stop it!"
he shouted.
They stopped, g.azing in wonder-
ment at their father as he once more
dashed down the 'stairs.
At the door Mr. Rogers found Mrs.
Rogers and the two maids talking to
the next-door neighbor, Mrs. Clark,
who was there with her maid, whom
Bindle had addressed as "Ruthie." As
he approached MTS. Clark was say-
ing:
"I thought there must be some-
thtng wrong, the man looked such a
desperate fellow."
"Then why didn't you inform the
police?" snapped Mr. Rogers.
"It was not my business, Mr. Rog-
ers," replied -Mrs. Clark with dig-
nity. Then, turning to Mrs. Rogers
and the maid, she added, "The way
that man spoke to my maid was a
scandal, and he . waS most insolent
to me also." •
"Get in, you little devils, get in!"
Mr. Rogers roared.
"Albert dear, don't! expostulated
Mrs. Rogers with unaccustomed te-
merity.
"In you get," he repeated. And
the family and maids were packed
once more into the omnibus.
"Back to the police -station," shout-
ed Mr. Rogers.
Just as the vehicle was on the move
Mrs. Clark came down to the 'tate
and ,ealled out, "I told Archie to fol-
low the van on his bicycle in case
anything was wrong. He's got the ad-
dress, but I have forgotten it. He
will be back in a minute. It was
somewhere .in' Chiswick."
"Send him around to the police -sta-
tion, shouted Mr. Rogers. "For God's
sake hurry, this is not a funeral," he
almost shrieked to the driver.
"No. an' I ain't no bloomin' nigger
neither," growled the man.
Neighbors were at their gates,
scenting trouble in the way that
neighbors will. All sorts of rumors
were afloat, the prevaleni, idea being
that Mr. Rogers was a bankrupt, and
that ,his furniture had been taken by
the representatives of his creditors.
At the police -station Mr. Rogers
once more bounced from the ommbus,
the little Rogerses climbing out after
him. This time the nurse -maid joined
the crowd in the charge -room.
"I have been robbed," alniost sobbed
Mr. • Rogers; then with unccaiscious
rony added, "Everything has gone,
except my wife and children."
The sergeant was conventionally
sympathetic, but officially reticent. A
man should be sent to No. 131 Brank-
some Road, to institute enquiries.
"What the devil is the use of that?"
shouted Mr. Rogers. "I want my
urniture, and it's not in my house.
Vhat are the police for?"
"I want my horse!" Eustace) set up
another howl. He, together with his
ix brothers and sisters and the nurse-
maid, were now ranged behind their -
other, looking with large -eyed won -
r at the sergeant,
"Look at these!" Mr. Rogers turn -
with a sweep of his hand in-
cated his progeny as if he were a
of , exhibits. "What am I do to with.
them tonight'1"
There was another howl from Eus-
tace, and a whimper from Muriel the
youngest.
The sergeant had not been on duty
when, Bindle called for the key, but
he had heard, it said that the key of
No. 181 had been handed'to the bear-
er of a letter from a firm of furni-
ture -removers. This he explained to
Mr. Rogers, regretting that apparent-
ly the letter itself had been put a-
side-. On Monday the whole matter
should be threshed out and the guilty
brought to justice.
He gave the assurance rather as
an officialformality than as the re-
sult of any inherent conviction of his
own. •
"Monday?" almost shrieked Mr.
Rogers. "What am I to do until
Monday?"
The sergeant suggested that per-
haps the neighbors might extend hos-
pitality.
"Who is going to take in eleven
people," shouted Mr. Rogers., "We
shall all _starve." -
At this announcement the Rogerses
who were all sturdy trenchermen, set
up such a howl as to bring Mrs.
Rogers and the other maid ,out of
the omnibus. 0
Just at that moment Archie Clark,
a precocious youth of twelve, rode
up full of importance and informa-
tion. He pushed , his * way through
the mass of Rogerses, and without
preliminary shouted, "33 Lebanon
Avenue, Chiswick; there Where the
van went."
- The sergeant picked up a pen and
began to take down the address.
"Get into the pus, get in, all of
you," shouted Mr. Rogers. He saw
that little help was to be obtained
from, the police. In the hurry of
getting off, somehow or other • and in
spite of his protests, Archie Clark
was bundled into .the otnnibus, and
Eustace was, left hoviling on the
pavement. beside Archie'l bicycle._
=
111
Bindle had -discovered' at the office
that the new occupants of 33 Leba-
non Avenue expected to reach Chis-
wick ' about six ' o'clock on the day
following the move. It was nearly
a quarter to seven before their taxi
hove in sight. Bindle sauntered up
the avenue whistling and arrived
just in time to see Mr. Daniel Gran-
ger open the 'front door with a key,
enter, and suddenly bolt out Very
hurriedly, and examine the number,
then be looked in again and called
to Mrs. Granger, a thin little woman
with round black eyes, and a porce-
lain smile that deceived no one.
• Mrs. Granger tripped up the path
and followed the burly form of her
husband through the • door. By this
time Bindle had reached the .gate.
"Want a 'and with the luggage,
• mate?" he enquired of the taxi-driv-
er. r
"Maybe yes, maybe -net"' was the
• reply.
Bindle examined the Man curious-
ly. .
"You ain't agoin' to take' no risks,
ole card, I can see that," he retotted
with -a grin." 1 'ad a mate Once "oo
said that to the parson eels weddint
an"is enissis is never quite sure
whether she's a respectribletionian ,or
ought to be a widder: 'atm
to get out o' that 'titbit; it's as bad as
stuttering."
. The taei-driver grinned.
"I know a Fovea" began •Bindle
"wot---"
At that moment Mr. Raton Rog-
ers's omnibus drew up behind the
taxi, and before it had stopped Mr.
Rogers bounced out, followed by his
entire suite of wife, progeny and re-
tainers. Into the house he dashed;
and as he recognizedhis lares arid
penates, he uttered a howl of triumph,
The hall was dark and he fell over
a chair, which brought Mr. and Mrs.
Granger out from the dining' -room.
"So I've caught you," shouted Mr.
Rogers triumphantly, looking up de-
fiantly at the burly form., of Mr.
Granger, whose good humored blue
eyes wore a puzzled expression, '
"You're a thief, a day -light robber,
but I've caught you."
Mr. Roger a planted himself in the
doorway. Mr. and Mrs. Granger
looked at each other in mute wonder.
"Will you kindly get out of the
way?" requested Mr. Granger.
"No, I won't. I've caught you and
I mean to keep you," said Mr. Rog-
ers, making a clutch at Mr. Grang-
er's • coat7s1eeve. • Then something
happened, and Mr. Rogers found him-
self sitting in the hall, and Mr. and
Mrs. Granger were walking down the
path towards their taxi.
"Police! fetch a policeman! Don't
let them escape," yelled Mr. Rogers,
and the cry was taken up by his
family and retainers, Mr. Rogers
picked himself up and dashed down
the path shouting to the drivers of
the taxi and the omnibus that, if they
aided and abetted the criminals to
escape, their doom was certain.
"'As anything 'appened. sir ?'! en-
quired the taxi-driver
Bindle had refired behind a tree in
order to avoid being seen. He had
recognized Archie Clark. '
• "He's stolen my furniture—"
"Shut up, you silly little ass," in-
terrupted Mr. Granger. Then turn-
ing to the taxi-driver he said, "per -
baps you had better fetch a police-,
man."
"Better fetch a Black Maria to take
all this lot, muttered Bindle."
The neighbors were now arriving
in strong force, and Mr. Rogers very
cheerfully told his tale to all who
would listen; but none could ',make
much of what • he was saying. At
the end of a few minutes the taxi re-
turned with a policeman sitting be-
side the driver. As soon as he a-
lighted Mr. Rogers dashed up to
him.
"I give this man and woman in
charge for stealing my furniture.
You'd better keep the, driver, too.
He's probably an acconiplice."
The policeman turned to Mr. Gran-
ger. "Have you anything to say,
sirD"
"I think we had better all go to ,
the police -station, remarked Mr.Gran-
ger cooly. "There has been a mis-
take, and the wroOg furniture has
been moved into my house,"
The last Bindle saw of the prota-
gonists in this domestic drama, of ,
which he was the sole author, was
the Railton-Rogerses. being bundled
into their omnibus by Mr. Railton -
Rogers, and Mr. and Mrs. Granger
e epilogue took place on the fol-
lowing Monday, w en, early in the
morning Bindle wa called into the
manager's office anI untmarily dise
missed
netarn.
ing to Fen�iu14 Street earlier
thanusual he was gijeeted by Mrs.
Bindle with the ol f Millar words:
"Lorst yer job'?"
"es," said Bindl
s he re oved
his coat; "but it was worth it.'
Mrs. Bindle stared.
. •
CHAPTER XVIII
Bindle Assists in an- Elopeme t
When Bindle . announced tot Mrs.
Bindle that he intended to enlist in
Kitchener' s Army, she ' opened ' upon
him the floodgates. of her wrat .
• "You never was a proper busband/'
she snapped viciously. "You've ne-
glected me ever since we was, iarri-
ed. Now you -trent to go' awa and
get killed. What shell I do hen.?
What would become of me?"
"Well," said Bindle, slowly, "yer
would become what they calls a evidt
der. Then yer could marry in o the
chapel and you and 'im 'ud o to
'eaven 'and in 'and."
' Mrs. Bindle snorted and starled to
rake out the "kitchen fire.' Wh never
Mrs. Bindle reached the apex of her
-wrath,an attack upon the kitchen
fire Was inevitable. SuddenlY she
would conceive the idea that, it was
• not burning as it should burn, and
. she weuld rake and dab and poke
t t
until at last forced to relight i.
• Bindle watched her with in erest.
"The next worshing to bein Mrs.
Bindle's 'usband," he muttered, "is to
be a bloomin' kitchen fire, with 'er at i
the other end of a poker." Then a-
loud he said: "You'd, get an allow-
ance while I'm away„ and a pension
when I dies of killing, too man Ger-
mans"
Mrs. Bindle paused. "How In, eh?"
she asked practically. :
"Oh, about a pound a week,"' said
Bindle reckelssly.
Mrs. Bindle .put l -down the poker
and proceeded to wathana. S,he seem-
ed for ever washing up or 4weeping.
Presently she enquired: = I
"When are you gone?" j 1
"Well", said Bindle, "I' thought of
trotting round to the War SAO this
afternoon and breakin' the neWk in'
sort o' buck 'em up to know thjlt I'm
comae." - '
Mrs. Bindle raised no furth r ob-
jections.. . •
It was Saturday afternoon, ana Bin-
dle's _time was his own. He joined
s
the queue outside the;Reeruitin Sta-
tion in the Fulham Roadeand patiently
waited hitune incidentally helping
to pass the time of those around him
by his pungent remarks. -
"Lord!" he remarked, "we're a fun-
ny sort o' crowd to beat the Gertnans.
Look at us; we ain't got a chest a-
mong the 'ole bloomin lot." ,
• At length Bindle stood before the
recruiting officer,cap in hand and a
happy look on his face. e;
"Name?" enquired the racer.
.r .,
"Joseph bindle."
oAgo
"i'Vot's the age .linit?" ene ired
Bindle cautiously-,
"Thirty-eight."
"Then put me down as thirty -even
• and a 'elf," he replied.
• The officer looked up quickly. here
was just the suspieion of a smile in
his eyes. This was the type of man
he liked. •t
After a few more questions he was
turned oyer to, the doctor, who o der -
ed ham to strip.
After a very rapid examination the
doctor remarked:
"You won't do—varicose veins. -
-"Beg pardon, sir?" said Bi die.
"Varicose veins," said the cl4g or.
t "An' 'oo's 'e when 'e's at '4)4 e?"
enquired Bindle.
"You have got Varicose veins in the
legs and therefore you cannot enl et."
The doctor was tired and impati nt.
"But ain't you got veins in our
legs?" enquired Bindle. "Why c n't
I be a soldier 'cos I got various v ins •
in me legs?"
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know about it. You should see me
'oppin' in an' out of 'ouses carrying
pianners an' sofas. I want to enlist."
Bindle was dogged.
The doctor relented somewhat. "It's
no good, my man. We cannot take
you. I I'm sorry.
"But," said Bindle, "couldn't yer
put me in somethin' wot sits on an
'orse, or 'angs on Wind? I want to
go."
"It's no good; I cannot pass you."
• "Couldn't yer make me even a
• 'ighlander? Me lege ain't too thin for
that, are they?"
"It's no good!" °
• "Are they catchin'?" enquired Bin-
dle, witb some eagerness in his voice.
"Are -what catching?"
"Varions veins."
"Just my luckan grumbled- Bindle,
"a -getting somethink wot 1 can't 'and
0n."
The doctor laughed.
• Finding that nothing could break
down .the doctor's relentless refusal,
Biridle reluctantly departed.
During the week following he nide
application at several other recruit-
,ing offices, but always with the seine
result. • - •
"Nothire doin'," he mumbled. "No -
thin' left for Me but to become a
bloomire slop: I intist do somethink"
And he entered the local police -sta-
tion.
"What is it?* enquired the officer in
charge. -
."Come to gi' meself up," said Bin-
dle with a grin: "Goin' to be a spec-
ial constable and ran in all me dear
ole pais."
He-found the interrogations here
far less severe. Certain particulars
were asked of him. Finally he was
told that he would hear in due course
whether or no his services were ac-
cepted.
After an interval of about a week
Bindle Was sworn in. A few days lat-
er be called once more at the* police-,
station for his equipment. As the
truncheon ,armlet, and whistle 'were
handed to him, he eyed the articles
dubiously, then looking up at the 'of-
ficer, enquired:
"This all I got t� wear? It don't
seem =decent."
He was told that -he would -Wet* his
ordinary clothes, and would be ex-
pected to report himself for duty ata
certain hour on the following Monday.
On his way home he called in on
,his brother-in-law and, to the delight
of Smith and the errand -boy, solemn-
ly informed Mr. Hearty of, the step
he had taken.
"Now look 'ere, 'Earty," he remark-
ed, t'you got to be pretty bloomin'
careful what yer up to, or yer'll get
run in. Yer'd look sort 0 'tasty with
me a-shovin' of yer from be'ind in
rne new uniform, a bit in each 'and
and the rest round me arm. S'longi
ao' don't yer forget it. No late nights.
No carryin's on with the choir."
And Bindle winked knowingly et
Smith and the boy.
Bindle's popularity .among his bro-
"You couldn't stand the marchin
was the reply.
"Oh, couldn't I? That's all
g
011
her special constables was smstan-
aneous and complete. They were
or the most part sent at in pairs,
"tinting in couples," Bindle called it.
The man who got Bindle as a coin -
anion considered himself luelty.
If Bindle saw a pair of lovers say -
ng good -night, he would go up to
hem gravely and demand wliat they
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Iwere doing, and warn them as to
their proper course of conduct.
"There ain't g,oin' to be no kissin'
on my beat," he would remark, "only
wot I does meself. Why aloft you in
the army, young feller?"
He never lostan opportunity of-
inclu,lging his sense of the ludricrouss
• and he soon became known to many
• of thos,e whose property it was his
duty to protect From servant girls
he came in for many dainties, and it
was not long before he learnt that the
solitary special gets more attention
from the other sex than the one who
" 'unts in couples." As a consequence
Bindk becatrie an adept at losing his
fellow -constable.
"I can lose a special quicker than
most chaps can lose a Bea," he said
once to Mrs. Bindle.
• One night, about half -past nine,
when on duty alone on Putney Hill,
Bindle saw a man slip down one of the
turnings on the left-hand side, as if
delirious of aVoiding. observation. E:
moment after he heard a soft whistle.
Grasping his truncheon in his right
hand, Bindle slid into the shadow- of
the high *all surrounding a larva
house. A few minutes later he heard.'
another whistle.
(To be Continued Next Week).
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