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The Huron Expositor, 1919-11-07, Page 8� 7, 191 or Thick ured for $1 ed goitres of over 40 in a few weeks. time. harmless and does not ,'harmless Place a poStal order for one dollar e with 25e for postage, r tax, and our remedy - return mail. This illy enough to cure ren. k Address is Goitre Remedy, 337, Toronto Out 1: • r•1' • NOVEMBER 7, 1919 du111111111i11111111111111111111111111111111111re David Harum by RD NOYES E.S WESTCOTT TORONTO WILLIAM BRIGGS --1899 °'eli11111f11IIfii11111111 M111hN11111i111N1I1N' (Continued from last week.) 4`Wa'al,"'he resumed, "after the talk with the barn man, I smelt woolen stronger'n ever, but I didn't say nothin', an' had the mare hitched an' ztarted back. Old Jinny drives with gone hand, an' I c'd watch the new one all right, an' as we come . along I be- gun to think - I wa'n't stuck after all. I never see a hoss travel evener an' nicer, an' when we come to a good level place I sent the old mare along the best she knew, an' the new one never broke his- gait, an' kep' right np .ithout par rltly half tryin';- an' Jinny don't take most folks' dust 'neither. I swam. 'fore I got home I a eckoned- Pd - jest as good as made seventy-five anyway." - CHAPTER II "Then the' wa'n't nothin' the matter -with him, after all," commented Mrs. Bixbee in rather a disappointed tone. "The meanest thing top of the earth was the matter with him, declared eDavid, "but I didn't find it out . till the next afternoon, an' then I found it out good. I hitched him to the open ,hnggy an' went 'round by the East woad, 'cause that ain't so much 'travel- ' led., He went along all right till" we • got -a mile or so out of the -village, pan' then I slowed him down to a walk. Waal, sir, scat my—! He hadn't walked more'n a rod 'foie he come to a dead stan'stiil. I clucked an' git- app'd, an' finely took the gad to him ss little; but he dilly jest kind o' hump - ad up a little, an' stood like he'd took a<oot." "Wa'al, now!" exclaimed Mrs. Bix- bee.. "Yes'm," said David; "I was stuck In ev'ry seise of the word." "What d'ye do?" . "Wa'al, I tried all the tricks I knowed—an' I could lead him—but when I was in the buggy he wouldn't stir till . he got good an' ready; 'n' then he'd start of his own accord an' go on a spell, an'—" "Did he keep it up ? " Mrs. Bixbee interrupted. "Wa'ell, I s'd say he did. I finely got home with the critter, but X thought one : time ,'I'd either heir to lead him or spend' the night- on the East road. He balked five sep'rate times, varyn' in length, an' it was dark when we struck the barn." "I should hey thought you'd wanted to kill him," said Mrs. Bi':bee; 'an' the fellers that sold him to ye, too." "The' was times," David replied, with a nod of his, head, "when if he'd a fell down dead I wouldn't hey fig- gered on puttin' a band on my hat, but it don't never pay to git mad with, a hoss; an' as fur 's the feller I bought him of, when I remembered how he told me h'd stand without hitchin', I swan.r. I had to laugh. I did, fer a fact. `Stand without •hitchin'!' He, he; he!", "I guess you wouldn' think rt was so awful funny if you hadn't .gonean' stuck that horse onto Deakin Perkins —an' I don't see how you done "Mebbe that is part of the joke" David allowed, "an' I'll tell ye tin' rest on't. The' next day I hitched` the nrw one to th' dem'crat wagin an' nut in a lot of straps an' rope, an' state off fer the East road agin. He. agent. fust rate : till we come to about the -place where we had , the fust t e ouble an', sure enough, he harked a;r,lk: 3 leaned over an' hit him a smart ca; on the off shoulder, bet he only beer - ed emeed a little, an' never lifted <'. rnc,. I hit him another lick, with eat. same result. Then I got down `tel',' strapped that animal so't he e--1. move nothin' but his hoed an' ' Y got back into the boggy. bomby, it may` 'a' 'ben ten or it may 'a' ben more or 1s slow work settin' stih behind ; hoss-he was ready to go or, account, but he eon. e't ottt • kind o' looked aroa.rd, mesh : say, :- say, What on earth's the • el -- an' -•an' then he tried alxother r- •t , . then another, but nc go. Vs- down an' took the hopplse then climbed back into the bort: - says `Cluck, to him ; u% cit le as chipper as coup . oe. an joggin'•along all rtgh;. m_eb,c an' when I slowed up. u_' -_ agin. I gin him ren ether e:`;' same place on the shor'jcaer. r° down an' tied 'him tp ag'n, same thing happenec: n e bele it didn't take him '< suite , :r °: make up his mind a. met r, we went some ' '- hitch. But I het', s, pufformance the 11e got it into his go when I wante. r = : he wanted, an' tt+.e,. an' when he fca shoulder it meant. b "Was that the asked Mrs. Bixb.-:. "I had to give round," said bevel, didn't have no mt r-• He showed synipt ,o l{(HIIO lila ( )0[l1I18 01IilI mo 011 �k- ..,i...r i •:fir - r. . i ,yrH. s itT.� ` t't�i.,'�-y:r� •j�" •l� l.. 7,: THE HUN EXPOSITOR HIS LIFE RUINED BY DYSPEPSIA Until He Tried "FRUIT-A-TTVES" The Wonderful Fruit Medicine MR. PRANK HALL Wyevale, Ontario. "For some two years, I was a ,iii f: reg from Chronic Constipation and 13M� pepsia. rI tried every remedy I heard of without any, success, until the wife -of n local merchant recommended `frut-a.tives 1 procured a box of 'Fruit -a -fives' an, -1 began the treatment, and my .clition commenced to improve iu : ��ediately. . The Dyspepsia ceased to be the bur .; en of my life as it had been, and 1 s is freed of Constipation. I feel that I owe a great debt to :'iLJ1't=a-tives' for the benefit I derived r c+s them." FRANK HALL. roc. a box, 6 for $2.50, trial size 25e. :J- all dealers or sent postpaid by . it-a-tives Limited. Ottawa. Ont. of the whip on the shoulder fetcher' him. I alwus carried .,traps, though, till the last two tree times." "a.al, what's the deakin kickin' then?" asked Aunt Polly. re jest sayin' you broke him of said David slowly, "some will bilk with some -folks an' .h others. You can't most alwus .11y tell:" - " the deakin have a chance „ him?" "He had all the chance he ast fer," replied David. "Fact is, he done most of the settin', as well 's the buyin', himself." "How's that?" • "Wa'al," said David, "it come about like this: After I'd gob the boss where I c'd handle him I -begun to think I'd had some !int'restin' an' valu'bla experience, an' it wa'nt scurcely fair to keep it all to myself. I didn't want no patent on't, an' I was willin' to let some other feller -git a piece. So one mornin', week before last—let's see, week ago ,Tuesday it was, an' a mighty nice morning it was, too—one o' them 'days that kind o' lib'ral• up your mMd—I allowed to hitch an' drive up past the deakin's an' back, an' mebbe git somethin' to strengthen my faith, et cetery,, in case e#I run across him. Wa'al I come along I seen the deakin putteron' 'round, an' I waved my hand to him an' went by a-kitin'. I went up the road a ways an' killed a little time, an' when I come back there was the deakin, as I expected. He was leanin' , over the fence, an' as I jogged up he hailed me, an' I pulled up.. - " `MpQruin', Mr. Harum,' he says. " `Mbrnin', deakin,' I says. 'Ho* are ye? an' how's Mis' Perkins these days ?' " `I'm. fair,' he says; `fair` to middlin' but Mis' Perkins is ailin some--t-as usyul,' he says."' • "They do say," put in. Mrs. Bixbee, "thet Mis' Perkins don't hey much of a time herself." "Guess she - hez all the time the' is," lanswered Davliditi "Wa'al,;," ue went on, " we passed the time o'• day, an' talked a spell about the weather an' all that, an' finely I straightened up the lines as if I was goin' on, an' then I says: 'Oh, by the way,' I says, `I jest thought on't. I heard Deminie White waslookin' fer a hoss -that'd suit him'. `I hain't heard,' he says; but I see in a minute he had—and' it really was a fact—an' - says: "I've got a roan colt risin' five, that I took on a debt a spell ago, that I'll sell reasonable, that's as likely an' nice ev'ry way a yeung hoss as- ever I owned. I don'tmeed him,' I says, 'an' didn't want to take him; but it' was that or nothin' at the time an' glad to git it, an' I'll sell him a barg'in. Now what 'I• want to say to you, deakin, is this: That hoss 'd suit the dominie to as tee in my opinion, but he dominie won't come to me. Now if you was to say to him—bein' -in his church an' all thet,' I says, 'that you c'd get him, the right' kind of . a hoss, he'd believe you, an' you an' me 'd be doin' a little stroke of bus'nis, an' a favor to the dominie into the bargain. The dominie's wel off, I says, 'an' c'n af- ford to drive a good hoss.' " "What did the deakin say?" asked Aunt Polly as David stopped for breath. + 111 1 1 1 I I I I 1! I 11 l ! 0(I I til 1 Ili (1 l I IIO (AIlO ( N0111111 i 011 I IIO(I it it 1 Il(1}II f10 Ill I(iil 1 111 II .111 } l I} } I ( ( I i III l li .. 1.1 1� �I ! Ilp U ! I I Il 0 1} i I I I i 01111f � !i I 1 ( Ill 11 l l 110 ! tl � U ( ll. I I )I 1111 1111111{ ILII � .( i. � I 11 I a11u1101 'ui 1 i II ill 1 u11 4:,k. I Iii i,. • - x'4'1.' �i, c: -C. - '�;. c'1 �::':.tiri.1 R,: :.';_i .�.,: .• ..�... :... -: - ,. _ _ .. .. -. , :��" �l(IlOilll11111111i(110(�IU1�l01il��illltth(111�111001iilnil0ll�t�!!i Billy Murray Slyly �S3�in �s Ind ed 0o-i..a a0_' eeJt, eel Only ` e40o -La - La! Wee! 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As in Bi' set's opera Ceram; Meset• melodies are strongly srj,' fluenced by the camposet's study of French ?sad Spur ish folk -music; On the, back, 91.a Yens;'. • an apiring, $panisbi& bio g ;march:" t •• 611 31 s .50. . Is commas the creams, the Instrumental toruli of many nations, whether Ws Gypsy. Jewh►, fpanish.,Turkish, ienisa, or Hawaiian. GI'otunebis Records tyre made ha aA languages Nam Columbia Records on Sal• the 20th of Every Month- at , all Columbia Dealers. COLUMBIA GRAPHOPHONE CO. Toronto 111 Phone 129 POOR COP I "I didn't expect him to jump down my throat," he answered; "but I seen him. .prick .up his ears, en' all the time I was talkin' I "noticed him lookin' my- hoss over, head an' foot. 'Now I 'member, he says, 'hearin' sunthin' 4 'bout Mr. White's lookin;' fer a hogs, though when you fust spoke on't it had slipped my mind. Of course,' he says, 'the' ain't any real reason ?why ,Mr. White shouldn't deal with you direct, an' yit mebbe I could do more with him 'nou could. But,' hesays Y Y, I wa'nt cal'latin to go t the village this mornin', an' I sent my hired man off with my drivin' hoss. - Mebbe I'll drop 'round in a day or two,' he says, 'an' look at the roan' "You mightn't ketch me,'/J says an I want to show hien my elf; an' nioren'n that', I says, 'Dug Robin- son's obinson's after the dominie. I'll tell ye,' I says, 'you jet git in 'ith me an' go down an' look at him, an' I'll send ye back or drive ye back, an' if you've got anythin' special on hand • you needn't . be gone three quarters of an hour,' I says." "lie come, did he?" inquired Mrs. Bixbee. �`He done so," said David sentent- iously. "Jest as tI knowed he would, after he'd hem'd . an' haw'd about so much, an' he rode a mile an' a half livelier 'n he done in a good while, I negkote He - had to pull - that .old broadbrim of his'n down to his ears en' don't you'fergit it. He, he he, he! The road was jest full o' hosses. Wa'al we drove into the yard, -an' I told, the hired man to unhitch the bay hoss an' fetch out the roan, an' while he was bein' unhitched the deakin stood 'round an' never took his eyes off'n him, an' I knowed I wouldn't sell the deakin no roan hoss that day, even if I wanted to. But when he come out I begun to crack him up, an' I talked hoss fer all I was wuth. The deakin looked him over in a don't -care kind of a way, an' didn't 'parently give much heed to what.I was sayin'. Finely I says, Wa'al, what do you think of him?' Wa'al,' he says, 'he seems to be a likely enough oritte�rr�,��but I don't believe he'd suit Mr.White—'frail not,' he says. 'What you askin' fer him,?' he says. `One -fifty, I says, 'an' he's a cheap hoss at the money'; but," added the speaker with a laugh, "I knowed I might's well of said a thousan'. The deakin wa'n't buyin' no roan colts that mornin ." "What -did he say?" asked Mrs. Bixbee. " `Wa'al,'• he says, 'wa'al, I guess you ought to git that ' much fer him, but I'm 'fraid he ain't what Mr. White wants.' An' then, `That's quite a hoss we come down with,' he says. 'Had him Ion?' 'Jest long 'non* to git 'quainted with him,' I says. 'Don't you want the roan fer your own use?' I says. `Mebbe we c'd shade the price a little.' `No,' he says, `I guess not. I don't need another hoss jest now.' An' then, after a minute, he says: Say, mebbe the bay hoss we drove'd come nearer the mark fer White, if he's all right. Jest as soon I'd look at him ?' he says. Wa'al, I hain't no objections, but I guess he's more of a hoss that the dominie 'd care for, but 'lI go an' fetch him out,.' AI says. So brought him out, an' the deakin look - d him allover. I see it was a case of love at fust sight, as the story book. ays. `Looks all right,' he says. 'I'll ell ye,' I says, 'what the feller I bought him of told me.' `What's hat?' says the deakin. 'He said to me,' I says, "that hoss hain't got a cratch ner a pimple on him. He's sound an' kind, an' 'Il stand without hitchin', an' a lady c'd drive him as well 's a man." ' "That's what he said to me,' I ays, 'an' it's every word on't true. You've seen whether or not he c'd travel,' I says. 'an' so fur 's• I've seen, he ain't 'fraid of nothin'.' 'D'ye want o sell him ?' the deakin says. Waal,' says, `I ain't offerin' him fer sale. You'll go a good ways,' I says, "fore you'll strike such another; but, of ourse, he ain't the only hoss in the world, an' I never had anythin' in he hoss line I wouldn't sell at some price.' `Wa'al,' he says, 'what d' ye ask fer him ?"Wa'al,' I says, 'if my own brother was to ask me that ques- ion I'day -to him two hundred dol - ars, cash down, an' I wouldn't hold he offer open an hour,' I says." "My!" ejaculated Aunt Polly. "Did he take you up?" " `That's more'n I give fer a hoss n a good while,' he says, shakin' his head, 'an' more'n I c'n afford, I'm fraid. 'All right,' I says; 'I c'n af- ord to keep him'; bat I knew I had he deakin same -as the woodchuck had Skip. 'Hitch up the roan,' I says to Mike; the deakin wants to be took up to his house. 'Is that your last word?' he says. `That's what it is,' I says. `Two hundred, cash down." "Didn't ye dast to trust the deakin?" asked Mrs. Bixbee. "Polly," said David, "the's a num- ber of holes in a ten -foot ladder." Mrs. Bixbee seemed to understand his rather ambiguous rejoinder. "He must 'a' squirmed some," she remarked. David laughed. "The deakin ain't much used to payin_' the other feller's price," he said, "an' it was like pullin' teeth; but he wanted that hoss more'n a cow wants a calf, an' after a little more squimmidgin' he hauled _out his wallet an' forked over. Mike dome out with the roan, an' off the deakin went, eadin' the bay hoss." "I don't sea," said Mrs. Bixbee, cooking up at her brother, "thet all the' was anythin' you said to the deakin thet he could ketch holt on." "The' wa'n't nothie'," he replied. 'The only thing he c'n complain a- bout's what I didn't say to him." "Hain't he said anythin' to ye?" Mrs. Bixbee inquired. "He, he, he, he! He hain't but once, an' the' wa'n't but little of it then." BOYS! GIRLS! You Can EARN BIG MONEY Easy, pleasant work for your spare time selling G OL D MEDAL XMA S CARDS. FOLDERS and SEALS. 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As I come along within or mile fin the deakin's house I seen somebody in the road, an' when I come up closer I see it was the deakin himself, in trouble, an' I kind o' slowed up to see. what was goin' on. There he was, settin' all humped up with his ole broad -brim hat slopin' down his back, a-sheddin' water like a roof. Then I seen him lean over an' larrup the hoss with the ends of the lines fer all he was wuth. It apeared he - hadn't no whip, an' it wouldn't done him no good if he'd had. Wa'al, sir, rain or no rain, I jest pull- ed up to watch him. He'd larrup a spell, an' then he'd set back; an' then he'd lean over an' try it agin, hard- er'n ever. `Scat my-----! I thought I'd die a-laughin'. I` couldn't hardly cluck to the mare when I got ready to move on. I drove alongside an' pulled up. `Hullo, deakin;' I says, `what's the matter?' He looked up at me, an' I won't say he was the mad- dest man I ever see, but he was long ways the maddest-lookin' man, an' he shook his fist at me jest like one o' the unregen'rit. 'Consarn ye, Dave Harum!' he says. Ill hey the law . on ye fer this.' - 'What fer, I says. `I didn't make it come on to rain, did I?' I says. 'You know mighty well what fer,' he says. 'You sold me this damned beast,' he says, 'an' he's balked with me nine times this afternoon, an' I'll fix ye for 't,' he says. `Wa'al, deakin,' I says, `I'm 'frail the squire's office -'11 be shut up 'fore you git there, but I'll take any word you'd like to send. - You know I told ye,' I says, `that he'd stand 'ithout Kitchin'.' An' at that lie only jest kind o' choked an' sputtered. He was so mad he couldn't say'nothin' an' on I drove, an'- when I got about forty rod or so I looked back, an' there was the deakin, a -cumin' along the road with as much of his shoulders as, he could git under his hat an' leadin' his new hoss. He, he, he, 'he! Oh, my stars an' garters! Sas Polly, it paid me fer heirs' born into this vale o' tears. It did, I declare ffor't!" Aunt Polly wiped her eyes.on her apron, "But Dave," she said, "did the deak- in really say—that word?" "Wa'al," he replied, "if 'twa'n't that it was the puttiest imitation on't that ever I heard." "David," she continued, "don't you think it putty mean to badger the deakin so't he swore, an' then Iaugh 'bout it? An' I s'pose you've told the story all over." "Mis' Bixbee," said David emphat- ically, "if I'd paid good money to see a funny show I'd be a blamed fool if I didn't laugh, wouldn't I? • That soeeticle of the deakin' 'cost -me con- sid'able, but it was more'n wuth it. But," he added, "I guess, the way the thing stands now, I ain't so much out on the hull." nplMyrs,. Bixbee looked at him inguir- i "Of course, you know Dick Lan a - bee?" he asked. - She nodded. "Wa'al, three four days after the shower, an' the story 'd aroun' some —as you say, the deakin is consid'able of a taller I got holt of Dicke -I've done him some favors. an' he natur'ly expects more—an' says to him: `Dick,' I says, `I hear 't Deakin Per: kins has got a Koss that don't jest suit hint--hain't got knee -action en- ough at times;' I, says-, 'an' mebbe sell him reasonable." I've heerd some- thin' about it,' says Dick, laughin'. 'One of them kind o' bosses 't you don't like to git ketched out in the rain with,' he says. `Jes' so,' I says. `Now,' I says, 'I've got a notion. 't I'ci like to own that boss at a price, an' the - t mebbe I c'd git him home evert if it did rain. Here's a hundred an' ten,' I says, 'an' I want you to see how fur it'll go to buyin' him. If you git me the boss you needn't bring none on't back. Want to try?' I says. 'All right,' he says, an' took the money. `But,' he says, `won't the deakin suspicion that it comes from you?' Wa'aI,' I says, 'my portrit ain't on none o' the bills, an' -I reckon • you won't tell him so, out an' Jut,' an' off he went. Yistidy he come ' s3, I says, `W;a'aI, done anythin'" , hoss is in your barn,' he say fer you!' I says. 'Did you thin'?"I'm `I'm satisfied,' he made a ten -dollar note.' the net results on't," conch "that I've got the hoss, a me jest thirty-five dollars. CHAPTER III Master Jacky Carling was nice boy, but not at that time lar career the safest person to whom U.. intrust a missive in case its sure and speedy delivery were a hatter of im- portance. But he protested with so much earnestness and good will that it should be put into the very first post-box he came to on his way to school, and that nothing could induce him to forget it, that Mary Blake?, his aunt, confidante and not unfree quently counsel and advocate, gave it him to post, and dismissed the mat- ter from her mind. Unfortunately the weather, which had been- very frosty, had changed in the night to a summer-like" mildness. As - Jacky opened the door, three or four of his school fellows were passing. He felt the softness of the spring rnbrning, and to . their :injunction to "Huixy up and come along!" replied with an entreaty to "Wait a minute till he left his overcoat" (all boys hate an over- coat), and plunged back into the house. If John' Lenox (John Knox Lenox) had received Miss Blake's note of condolence and sympathy, written in reply to- his own, wherein, besides speaking of his bereavement, be hacl made allusion to some changes in his prospects and some necessary altera- tions in his ways for a time, he might, perhaps, have read between the lines something more than merely a kind expression of her sorrow for the trouble which had come upon him, and the reminder that he has friends who, if they could not do more to - lessen his grief, would give him their truest sympathy. 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