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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Huron Expositor, 1920-12-31, Page 7t tdamitoMIfte t eyes. ated Moort, suddenly . layiug 'twiried the old s$Why should I ure has cevered le, you young divild culated. "How dare a friendly protest,' tmpuderce." ' were wenting in iegade.d Moore. "Tell name, and Pflattend replied the landlady, nate to the hoot she ,ster. "It's high time voteI'II have no, ige lodging here." raid Moore, cheer- ree with you. I am shall have a new you?" retorted the Ve hear ducks!' either ducks or geese R 7s. Malone, sir," iti- stthninre behind the :y's4 is restura," answer - u aare saying-- ..!" enselnaiser :n Lore- :se:es Tom Moore, nte'eserans" enc'el Mrs. esroine. pieee : fen es. n away. . net yeu the vete- heel: rente has .! neer tired noere, defiant - in . Fee ete ? " se vddi," Zt -.1 no.." replied tne heed - her pains. "rdiethee e you for the rint." e netettari," he said - haven't it." snatched her fingers r that nearly upset ; rim': she exclaimed. tope se, Mrs. -Malone. 11 get it I can't see." ir see." am -inn -Iodating, 1 am .se it, Misther Moore, have me attic." el at her admiringly. [alone, surely sueh c with any But a kina gently. au, young sir,".reptied iite unimpreesed. ued the poet, -with a not true Ins -h, Mrs, better, Tom More. 1dman, God rest hie _ace, that taught you in Ireland? Yee, it the Time he said to -ould bIarny the horne, !head if he cud spake le the good old aaya!" e hoping to touch a it in the ()Id lady's all thot." she inter - almost worried the Mooren half eerion g even` with me now, itt itt you' don't tu week this dais, me . - it • run if I Prefer 1Wtin will you to beater,jnler- i. win it he! m xs te pay Mrs. 2, I, gravely. iied his head and to answer was forth - re decided to depend *sources for a satis si next week.) S GIFT * ure satraav!. sou iestemity sid keen otis lig be pnochaseel matey parebeee S. T. Basted°, *tet and her and wen „ s in t sc e,:. steost Serviceable the Twists -e- V •s• Psis ;e•pirs by %Vies' tnete-;* .t (keel %-.... On oaen. nem t r I hrtti,,1 . !:rto °GPO rtment ot 1,gr it is ' .111.1. TOrOtlt(k) To 1-,11i,:!milY use a roPe, to s ease mt. it Properly so as to twee it in good condition, i a it a t 0 correctly repair 1 eaeteeeee ie?.h il necessary, sonte I knowledge (sr _tiethod and prin- i etples 01ilk; etrueture are necessar The materiel -4 used in making cord-- "Sha.11 I ereal laY•heart; lad?" i Farrell shook his headgravely. lige coneist et the varioui *oriel:tee t "I'll lean 'that fer Mistress Dyke or vegetable ilbrea: Manilla bent!), to attend to," he. answered. • , 43,11111MB hemp. -aisal hemp and cot- "Troth," ` said, Madre, smiling, !'she made it all erissetroint long ago. But ton: flax, Jute and cocoanut fibre are USed, or these hemp Is the go on, Terry. Unbosom Yourself." titgo nnesit ‘ ''ervieeable; becalm° of tta Strength' is secretly en By to Captain t - By THEODORE BERT SAYRE THE MUSSON CO, LTD, Toronto (Continued- from week) stand just outside the door there and t, you can -listen to it all. Oh, it will t be fine, Terry." "Say, Will you have me?' Tom," said Terence, 'going -to the door op- posite the one twhich his sister was noapproaching. "Don't try to, teach me," said Moore. "It's myself that's to do this proposing, and :1.. need no instruction. All you have to do is to listen. Don't go away now." "Not 1," said Terence. "I won't be easy till it's over," and, laughing under his breath, he shut the door. Truly'fortune favored him this day, for coming up the hill was Bessie, not more than a moment or two be- hind Winnie Farrell, who by this time had titered theschool. I - "Good -day, to you, Witumie," said `' . Moore, politely. "Sure,. it is blooin- * ing you are this afternoon. Like a whole bouquet of blossoms, let alone a single flower." ` • Winnie looked pleased ' at the eeompliment and smiled upon net *ewer. . "How gallant you are to -day," she said in'a flattered tone. "Oh, I said It this day, but I think' it all the Week," replied Moore, plac- ing a stool for the lady. "Where e *re is Terence? s asked,, seating. herself. "He prlised to wait Mr Me 'here." ' "I expect him beak. in a little while," replied Moore, casting a fur- tive glance in the direction of the - door behind ° which he believed his friend to be concealed. . "You' can wait for him, Winnie. I haven't seen much of you lately." . "You* know the road that leads to Farrell's, Tom," said the girl with a laugh. She was a plump little mor- sel with a soft Voice, and a. saucy tip -tilted nose r a pleasaat, generous - hearted little soul, decidedly good to look upon. , . "I have not forgotten the road," said Moore, meaningly. "Then, why don't you come to see me?". "For fear that ',wouldn't -be as wel- come as Captain Arbuckle,".said Moore, trying to look knowing. Winnie -looked surprised. "If diet,"-----eteld Farrell, cautiously, 'you'll never „'repeat it to a soul?" "It's tide,. Tom* My' sister Winitie supplooess, ftexibility and- durabilitSt buckle of the.' kith Dragoons." 'topes and twine of eotton ,are 'ex- "Engaged. to\ an Englishman:" rensively made; nne, too, beeause of ejaculated Moore, as though horrified. cheapness is fiteiv in conaiderabie "And secretly. That adds insult to injury." use. but it is very defieient ineAye, dedretlYP, 'repeated Farrell, , etrength a.nd durability -1 coce•eirat doleful' fibre has many advantages, in* of the- "Ta.s howyou tame to know, greatest or which is it lightness Snit doudet1esS,4 remarked: Moore. "Ole resistance to the influence of water. it is awful, Terence; but cheer up, To produce a flexible and a tone,- lad. You won't have to be Arbuekle's eious cord, which shall retain the Col- wife. Let that comfort you, Terry" lective strength of every fibre of the "That is not all, Tom. am pooi- material of which it is composed, er than you are, and have a debt advantage is taken in the manufac- of honor of fifrty pounds ke tnre of cordage of e natural twist of'„„„ et the o -mor - the fibre. First, the fibre Of the ! ejac hemp are locisely . twisted together, w neW ulated Moore, in VY "e and form what is technically known Well, whosfault is that?” as yarn. When two or three yarns ", T " , are twisted together they fora a Yoursom,replied Farrell, strand: three strands form a rbpe, 1ine? How the devil can that and three ropes a cable.k-The ropes, are, in Oaeir turn, subjected to a ,var- be," 'asked Moore, leaning against the emfort and support. - lety of processes in order to insre desk for co their leaving an equal strain prier to "It is very simple1 thought you their being combined 'into a cabll were svveet on Winnie." It has been fund that the re st "Me? Never" cried Moore. "Not effectual mode of obtaining the unit- for a fraction' of a minute. Not that ed. strength of the fibres composing Winnie isn't a dear girl, for none rope is by compressing and twist- kno es that she is „finch better than rng the fibres in different directions. I, but we would never do for a lf the strands were twisted one-way couple." Only they would Untwist themselves, "Unfortunately I thought other - and part at the slightest strain; how- wised' responded Farrell: l"That is ever, advantage is takee in the taalt- the trouble." ing of "rope" of this tetidency to un- "You intetest me very much," said twist, by laying strands together that the poet, helping himself to a seat on have--beenetwisted in opposite direc- tions, producing a compact, hard, strong rope, bound together by fric- tion of its parts, neither breaking the fibres on the one hand, by over twist- ing, nor leaving them so loose as to be easily drawn out fom tne mass on the other; either would be equally fatal in its results, and injurious to the stability of the rope. As a broad genetal rule it should be borne in mind that the less of bearing power by twisting is almost one-third, but the tighter twisted ropes gain in dur- ability 'what they lose in power. . A twist of tour -fifths 'of the length of the component yarns gives one-third • more bearing power than if twisted to two-thirds of the length, which is the ordinary twist -of -ropes -4sr atm - -- The weakening effect of kndts in a rope is very considerable, v,arying _from 35 to 50 per cent., according to the gradual or abrupt bending in the formation of the knot. At the bend of the Arndt the strain Is no longer equally distribnted-eamortg the fibres, the outside ones bng undnly, strained; eventually ruptu nig, throw- ing the. load on the few- remaining fibres, resulting In -a complete break- age: hence, 4 knot that 'wait affects the strength of a rope is one having. a gradual • bend III its formation; therefore, badly Constructed knots, should. be avoided. A knowledge of the strengthof ropes, and of their breaking weight, is essential in all operations where ropes are used. dh, hemp rope one inch In diameter has an, ultimate strength of about 6,000 pounds, and its safe working strength is about $00 pounds. A naanilla rope Is slightly 'stronger. For calculating the strength of ropes, a simple elite is to multiply the eircumferenconf the rope in inches by itself, and one-fifth part of the product will express the number of tons the tope will carry. For extenple, if a rope be threee inches in circumference, inCe: 9, the fifth of which is 1 4-5—the number of tons such e rope will sustain. •• When ropes get Wet they should be hung up to dry, eltber in the sun, or by artificial means; not on any ac- count should they be stored before they are dry, nor should they be kept in a confined or damp plate, where no air can get to them. Because of the twist given the rope in its manufacture, it should always. coiled "with tee sun!' and, in un- coiling it, thd end first laid down should be the one first taken otherwise, the rope will twist, and kink and jam in the pulley blocks. • If for some special reason the end lest laid down is required to be first drawn out turn the whole coil over, and then lead out the desired end.— Prof. Jonn Evans, 0. A. College, • Onelpla . • -prepare a Good whitewash. Slake a nalf bushel of lime with boiling water, keeping it covered dur- ing the process. Strain it. Add a peek of salt, dissolved in warm water; three pounds of ground rice put in bailing water and boiled to a thin Paste; one-half pound of -Powdered Seanish whiting; one pound of clean glee dissolved in warm water. Mix well together and let the _mixture stand for several days. Keep the wash thus made in a kettle or portable heater, and when used put it on. as hot as possible with painter's brushes or with whitewash brus h es, - Early Winter liinttet tetteed now to any neglected re - Pairs of wagons, harness, implemente or raaehlaery. So far ae practicable repair work on the farm should be done on rainy days and during the winter months. Keeping the vehicles and harness 331 good repair may prevent a dangerous accident t English, Arabic and Hebrew have been recognized as the official lan- guage in Palestinee the desk. Go on with your tale of • woe." "I was so sure of it," continued Farrell, "that j' bet Lieutenant Cholmondely you would propose to • her before the first of the month." • "A_ nien-performance," comtnented Moore, swinging his feet. "Then what?" e "Arbuckle heard. me, and, like a sneak, went off quietly and askt Winnie the next day." "And was accepted? Serves 'him right, Terry." "But the bet - stands" persisted Farrell, sorrowfully. dAnd to-enore -row is -the first of the Month. I haven't a penny to pay Cholmondely." ttlt is -too bad-, Terrydtereplitillittore sympathetically, "but you should never have made such a bet. It shows lack of respect for Winnie. At least some people would think so, though; I am sure you never meant to convey any such imieression." "I thought you might help me," said Farrell, discOnsolately. • 'Can't you Toni?" " dI haven't quarter the money, Terry." • "But yoit arewanting to go to Lon- don, aren't you? Remember you aren't -supPosed to know Winnie is promised." "True." • "Then, why can't you ask her and be refused ?Cholmondely would pay me the Moneys and there would be fifty pounds to divide between us, for give you -half if you help me out of the scraped' Moore frowned. "That. wouldn't be honest; Terry," he said seVerely, • "Was it 'fair for Arbuckle to pro- pos* before the first knowing, as he did, that I had till then to win?" demanded -Farrell, in an injured tone. "No," said • Moore, "it wasn't, though, Of course, if he had waited a thousand years, I wouldn't have pro- posed in sober earnest." "But you'll ,do it in filet "She is already engaged'?" "She is crazy over the captain,", said Farrell, enthusiastically. "Then she would be -sure to refuse m e." "She would, and, Tom, you'll have saved my honor," said Farrell, plead- ' 'It is a shame for Cholmondely to get your money and Arbuckle your sister. I'll do it to oblige troll, Terry" said Moore, "but I want none of your winnings. What 1 do is to help you out of a bad scrape:, for friendship's sake, my lad!' "How can Is -thank you, Toni ?" said Farrell, inwardly exultant,. but to all appearance almost overcome at, his friend's willingness to come to the rescue: "By being more careful, in the fu- ture about your betting," said Moore, kindly. As he spice he drew nearer ihe window and ea -tight a glimpse of Mistress Farrell approaching. "By the powers, here comes Win- nie now," he exclaimed. "True for you, Torn, and headed this way." ingly. - "Now you get out of . here, They, and we will have my rejection over with at once. Fil be brought in jiffy." "Don't be too precipitate or she will suspect something," advised Farrell . "Leave it to me," said Mdore. "You Catarrh Catarrh is a local disease greatly infiu4 eneed IT constitutional conditions. CATARIIII MEDICINE is a Tonic and Blood Purifier. By 'cleansing the blood and building up the System. Haute CATARRH MEDICINE restores normal conditions and allows Nature to do MI Work. All Druggists. Circulars free. F. .T. Cheney ne,. Co., Toledo, Obio, e "Captain Arledekle?" she Said wonderingly. "What do you ntean?" "You know what I mean, Winnie." "No, I don't, Tom." "You dd, too, you artless 1erea.l 1ture," said Moore, laughing. "What are you driving at, Tom?" asked Winnie, genuinely puzzled. "At you, Winnie, dear," replied Moore, and then, conscious that his courage was rapidly leaving him, he proceeded desperately with his per- • formance. • "Winnie Farrell, I love you." d"What?" cried the girl, rising from' the stool'. • "I love you, Winnie. Say you • won't marry me," said Moore, reliev- ed thathe had finished. His satis- faction lasted only" a moment for Winnie throw her arms around his neck with a little, joyous cry. • "Tom," she whitipered,'"I'll be your wife gladly, for I've loved you for week." ' , "What?" cried Moo're. "Oh, Win- nie, you are only joking? You don't mean it, Winnie?` You don't, do you?" • •eelikesitessearceseir littletntild—Sh-edita s, guietly opened the door in time to hear Moore's declaration, and, thun- derstruek, had stood-there,'unperceiv- ed until now. - Winnie, abashed at Bessie's look of ecorn and hatred, did tnot linger. The dom.' closed behind lie, and Moore, just beginning to, reale his predica- ment, stood facing .his angered sweet- heart.. e , "Bessie," he s id, choldngly, "Bessie, le can expla "I do not wish 'she answered, her voice all a -tremble. "Hear me, Bessie" he began, des- perately, but she turned a deaf ear to his words. - - "I'll never beleve you agai tn, Tom Moore," she said', flinging from her bosom the rose he had given her. "I am done With Yelt" . Then, turning, she closed the door in his face, and left him. CHAPTER EIGHT Introduces Montgomery Julien Ethel- bert Spinke. . In the attic of an old house in Holywell Street, London, a frowsy - headed, freckled -faced youth was peer - d Window that ughfare. be- uous for round ou te explain," 1 fronted- on the biusy t low, This tad was cons his lack of beauty. He h jolly face, a turned -up and r r negatively deveroped nose, and eye of a neutral shade that ,rnight be de- scribed as gray or green with 'equal correctness. His nwuth was capable of stretching to a length almost awe- inipiring when first beheld, but could be forgiven for this e ravaganee, Iv because the teeth thus ex sed were white and regular. His chin ,was square and slightly protruding, im- parting a rather Pugnacious expres- sion to a face -that in other respects seemed to indicate that its owner was of a decidedly good-humored disposi- tion. He was stockily built, so thick set, in fact, that a quick glance would incline one to the belief that he was rather plump than otherwise, but a closer examination would have reveal- ed that he owed his size to the pos- seseion, of an unusual amount of bone and muscle. This young gentleman rejoiced in the sobriquet of Buster, though his real title was much more eledant, while' lacking entirely in the almost epigrammatic terseness of his nickname. 'At the present time he was anxiously waiting for the ap- proach of an old clothesman whowas slowly making his way down the 'street, meanwhile inviting trade at the top of his lungs. Buster and the • did clothesmen were ecquaintances of long standing, though their. relations `welOe by no means of a friendly na- ture, the eagerness with which the boy awaited the ,than's corning being caused entirely by a desire to drop a paper bag full of -wider upon the lat- ter's head fro'in the height of three stories, a proceeding which Buster was sanguine would be productive of reason for unlimited merriment. He had the bag, empty as yet, clutched tightly in one hand, while the other was within, easy reach of a cracked pitcher full of water standing on the fleor near the window. A disrepute MILLIONS. LED IN ACTION - Wonderful news! Million and mil- lions f germs killed he alion and thousands and thousands of victims relieved of bronchitis, aelihnia, coughs, and colds. There is great rejoicing in the fact that science has at lot in- vented -the world's surest death trap for germs—Buckley'sBronchitis Mix- ture. With the first dose thic remedy gets right down, to blisbiess, and never ceases in its desteuetive work until every trace of thd disease is . completely removed ande the victim restored to normal health. Letters from all parts of Canstdalraising this vrondeeful mixture .are literally pour- ing into, headquarters. Read this let- tere--"Yearie of suffering from that terriblesanction broeoliiid seams., ordered-Lbye ail takteal ziteiz tie slow, ant busiriese In Meittrisil and go eon* * 4 Williller ensile* bit I :testiest& row adin the ttifontreillatmedardtt for the above-taixtneee ' d X *id X Oe It eerie enieSe ,-to health elbetsiriiiiti 'town, and Mks? dia. My TO elleithe hooking tioullks ' *heel:big /14111+4 Iola an d asomoita hieerojeadiffe4Staleing Wonderful Mitt 'tett ee-Berb ..41?' *Kay Street,. MontseaL glitimfeide ina“1Xs lanter1/4tei 79."l,reY.4‘_7"Y ..*:li i1414141tidare:406-rr4esiliei44th• nienOi itlattad011i 1140014111430. our ,Silaralk• 10Os D0104 'delitYi INT 4:bottle now from your , dimiggist e 111: Sold in Seaforth by E. UMBACH. t. able -looking bulldog, impartially di- vided ad to color between brindle and ditty white, was inspecting proceed- ings in a most ' interested manner front his Seat on a rickety stool in the nearest corner. Buster sighed with impatience and the dog yawned in sympathy. "Lord Castlereagh, 'your rudeness is honly hexceeded by your himper- liteneas, the both ef wick is hunsur- paesed safe' by -yOur bad manners. You should put your blOornint paw hup before that 'ole in your phis'omy when you sees fit to hexhibit your bards!' Lord Castlereagh cocked one dilapi- dated ear in token of attention and wigged his apology for a tail vigor- ously. 0 yu feels no remorse, eh?" de- manded Buster,- severely. "Woof!" remarked Lord Cagle- reagh, in extenuation. "You're a sinner, that's wot you are," announced the boy, decisively, "and Hi 'as grave fear that you'll never git to the dog -star. when you are disceased." - The bulldog seemed depressed at this prediction, and, as theugh re- solved to convince Buster of the in- justice of his statement, • leaped off the stool and approached him with various contortions supposed to be illustrative of regret and a desire to obtain restoration to a place in the youth's approval. - /tt moinent.the old-clothesman paused beneath the window, and put- ting his hand trumpet -wise to his mouth, shrilly declared his ability and willingness to purchase ,vihatever east -off 'garments those- dwelling in the oieinityenight desire to sell. proinptly filled the. paper !bag with- water froin the pitcher, and, leaning out assfar as he dared, drop- ped it with precise aim on the' head of the old-clothesman.It landed fair and square upon the crown of the dilapidated bealtex ornamenting his head, and Iniest with a, sea, squash, drenehing his shoulders and scatter- ing a spray all around him. • . Thi dealer , uttered a' stream of oaths, and, Mopping his face with a handkerchief of dubious hue, looked d for the author of this appar- y unprovoked attack. As the missile had come from above, the fellow naturally. looked *upward in seaTch of an enemy, but found noth- ing more suspicious in view than the head of a bulldog which was thrust from a window in dignified contempla- tion of the scene. Unfortunately the \old-clothesman was well acquainted with the forbidding countenance of the dog, and promptly aetributing his recent dilating to the usual companion of the animal, proceeded to vigorous- ly announce his doubts as to the re- spectability of Buster's immediate ancestry and his subsequent inten. ns When be should be so lucky to en- ter the aforesaid youth. It is need- say- that these plans for the re scarcely of a nature to e boy's apProv complete fis ic anni- Buster appeared •ession of sur- faecegreentlieefletoe- the irate aro CO less future meet with, ing as they hilation. At once the head in the window'an e prise lighting his roun give way to one of gen tion witen his eye fell upo peddler. "Did Hi 'ear some one. me of my name?" he demanded antly. "Oh,, 'ow de you do, Bekowsky? -His your "ealth bl "I'll bloom you you imperent litt villain," responded Bekowsky, threat eninglys shaking his fist' in his anger. • "Woes •that, dear sir?" inquired Buster, in. a polite tone. "You seems hexcited, Mr, .Bekowsky. Hits very clangersome to get so over'eated, hand the summer his 'ardleroarent yet." "I'll overheat you if I lays iny hands on you," responded the • old- clothesman. "Then Hi'll 'ave to be a cooling of yon for protection," announced Buster cheerfully, and without the slightest warning he emptied the contexts of the pitcher he had been eoncealing behind him over the enraged Bekow- sky, drenching him thoroughly. "Cool happlications is to be recom- mended witen feverish," he remarked, carefully lowering the pitcher to the 'floor of the room withdrawing his . head from the window, for, like all wise . generals, he considered it un- safe to lose sight of the .enemy even for a moment while the rear was un- protected. ' "You murdering little devil, pay you for this," yelled the peddler. tioning leas - Mr. int 4'1144 the usual rate0, liar spatial price?" *asked Buster, looking inter- ested. A, gretwd began to ,gather, but this did notlinterfere with the boy's plea- sure in 'the slightest degree'. "It's that little rat 'again," said a red-faced, bull-headed cobbler. "He's the pest of the neighborhood." "Yoir houghtent to let your disa.- pintment carry you. so far, Mr. Smirk," said Buster, reprovingly. "'Cause your shoes don't just suit my cultivated taste in the way of feet, it don't follow nobody helse 'Ir buy tem. They'redoosed poor stock, ot course, but rui doubt -the* is some foolish enough to wear ton." 1 The cobbler cursed him enthusi- astically, and, encouraged by this sup.. "port, the bespattered Bekowsky bor- rowed a rattan of a bystander, and announced his intention of favoring Buster with a call, for the purpose of inflicting a castigation which he dee scribed as much needed. • "Well, well!" exclaimed the lad, who was to be thus favored. "Ham I to be so honored? Why didn't you let hit be knan before, so Hi could pro- vide refreshments suitable , for such a guest?" , '3'11 be up there in a minute," an- swered Bekowsky, flourishing his stick. "Hi can 'ardlY waist so long. Har you a -going to bring your missue?" inquired Buster, quite wrintiraidated. "Hi understands that common report 'says Mie ia the best fighter in the family. Did she lick you last night, iliTkriTslarl st was too much to be en- dured, so with another volley of oaths the infuriated peddler took a -firm grip on „the rattan and entered the hall, the door of which stood invitingly open. The rabble ,assembled in front of the house gave it cheer and waited eagerly for develoPrnents., Mean- while Buster continued to survey the ,crowd below with a critical glance, quite oblivious to the danger brought i near by he approach ofeithesepeddler. A minute passed and then another, but the boy was till looking out the window, so it was evident that Bekowsky had not yet reached the garret, -The crowd began to get 'un- easy, tW'ere the 'ell is the laloomin' rag- -bag gone ter?" asked one seedy in- dividual. "Don't 'e know Yee's keep- ing us gents waiting?" "Don't get himpatient, friends?' i advised Buster, "Bekowsky's lost 'is' wind and the 'all is so dark he can't see fer to find bit: Hi'll send 'int a bit o' candle in a minute to 'elp 'im." He has fell and busted his neck* .maybe,", suggested a butcher's ap- prentice, in a tone that seemed to in- dicate he would not, regard such a happening entirely in the light of a calamity. "Perhaps 'is lint 'as been touched hand tee 'can't bear to lay 'is 'and in hanger on a Poor horphing like me," said Buster, almost tearful at the thought of such tenderness. "Per- haps 'ft 'as a noble nature hin spite lit that terrible phisiomy." "What 4: ye's mane by congregat- ing in front of me door like this?" cried a harsh voice, flavored by a rich I"Ilit's Mrs, ' Malone," exclaimed. tiounset;r. Hi me that glad to lay heyes hon ter. Come pelted me,41itits. Ma- lA burly Irishwoman, dressed in her best bib and tiieker, as becomes ‘ a lady out making a few neighborly, galls, elbowed her way through the crowd, sternly exhorting them to dis- perse. • "Oh, it's you, you satan?" she re- marked wrathfully, gazing up at the : fr Med c.ountenance of the lad. "Wot sllenanigans have you been up to no"Hitw?" can't discuss my bizness hin 'front of a vulgar mob," responded (Buster; loftily. "Rif you'll come hup, Mrs. Malone, Hi'll be pleased to main- tain an 'aughty silence." , "Oh, I'll come up ateglit," declar- ed Mrs: Malone, bent Nile getting to the bottom of the trouble at once. "Hi 'opes so," replied Bester, doubt - ;fully. "Shall 111 come to meet you?" , "Never mind," • "Hi don't mind, Mrs. Malone!" Mrs. Malone vanished in the hall and proceeded upstairs at so rapid a *gait that she failed to perceive on the dimly lighted stairway the Qum of Belowsky, who had been 'brought., to a standstill by the sudden appear- ance of Lord Caiitlereagh in fighting afray at the head of the stairs, The' dog so strongly resented any move - • tient, wkether up or down, on the part of the old-elothesman, that that Individual; had remained stationary, not daring to stir a foot in either di- rection until Mrs. Malone collided with him fording him to advance up- werd On his hands and knees several steps, a performance that brought Lord Castlereagh leaping down upon hitnielowsky gave one yell of terror and flew down' the stairs in three bounds the dog yelping furiously at his heels, while Mrs. Malone escaped a bad fall only by hanging on to the banisters, against which she had back- ed herself in an effort to regain the breath rudely exPelled from her lungs by the collision. "Buster, you omadhauri what devil's work is this?" gasped Mrs. Malone, as Lord Castlereagh disappeared be- low. , 0 Receiving no answer,tthe good wo- Mall prudently deeided to abandon her visit to the garret until the bull -deg should have returned to his domicile, leaving the stairs free fromperil,and headquarters on the -floor beneath, therefore tented Eer steps .1:e. rzoszwn CHAPTER NINE Tom Moore receives calls fro* Mrs. Malone and Mr. Dyke. - Meanwhile Lord Castlereagh, hay - big failed to overtake the terror- stricken old-clothesman before the lower door was reached, discreetly abandoned the pursuit, as experience had taughthim it was not best for AV ball dog to engage in public altercations when not accent - panted by his master. So he came trotting upstairs, beaming with . dog- gish. good nature, the result of a gratifying realization of duty well done. As the door to the room from the window of which Buster was still surveying the Tepidly, diminishing throng clustered in front of tlie house was closed, the bulldog scratched vig- orously with his elaivs for admittance, his request being speedily gratified, fer, in spite of the oldeclothesinanis voluble explanations, the crowd re- fused to regard him as anything but a defeated contestant and, turning a deaf ear to his indignation, quietly dispersed to their various affairs, leaving Buster a ..complete victor in the *cent battle, "You done noble, Lord Castlerea'gle" said Buster, approvingly, at the sanie time seating Wins& upon one of the rickety chairs with which the attic wee . furnished. The comfort of this seat was immediately increased by his tipping it back on its rear legs, bal- ance being maintained by the eleva- tion of his feet to the top of the table near by. This was the lad's favorite position, but his enjoyment was speedily eclipsed by disaster, as the bulldog, for the moment quit,e carried away with exultation at his rnaster's unqualified commendation made a violent effort to climb up in that worthy's lap, a manceuvre re- sulting in both going over backwards with a crash. • "You willain!" ejaculated the boy, in 'great disgust. "Wot do you ethink Hi am? A haero-a-bat, orwot?" Lord Castlereagh apologized vio- lently with his stumpy tail and seem- ed cmito overwhelmed with tints* e "Has you means well,. Hi forgives you, sir," said the Buster, rubbing his elbow, "but don't never turn no more flipflops in partnership evid Montgomery Julien Ilethelbert Spinks Esquire, or you may hexpect your walking pipers. Hunderstand?", Then, as Buster regained his feet, be remembered his master was in the adjoining bedroom asleep, "My heye," he muttered. t'We must 'aye disturbed im, hand tim so tired and discouraged, too:" He listened for a moment,. then, re- assutea by the silence reigning in the next roam, nodded his 'head in satis- faction. " tEe's still asleep,Yr he rernaTked to the dog. "Dreaming no doubt. Hof wot, Hi wonders? Publishers? Not much, or 'eel be a Cussint. Hof that taughty dame hover at Drury Lane, who won't kiss and 'make hup? That's hit, I'll bet. Well, this hisn't 's boots, ,his it, Pupsy?" Seizing a brush'!from the table, the boy began to rub a dilapidated top - boot vigorously, meanwhile humming in cheerful discord a verse of a song as yet unknown to the general pub- lic, but destined to become a perma- nent favorite with all lovers of music and poetry. "'Twas the last rose hof summer left bloomink alone." oyspesui til He Tried "FRUIT-A-TIVES The Wonderful Fru:Tattled* "For nee two yews. I wail a sufferer fnim Maxie Ceaststeatteet oat Dessequise' I tried avail remedy / kftiet--tef without any eueeess, until the etre e a local rterchont recoss mita 1procured a box of 4-Fruit4-their and began the treatment, *scl my condition commenced to linpreeero im mediately. • The Dyspepsia -ceased to be the burden of ray life as it had been, and I was of Constipatiore feel that ,1 owe a great der4 Truit-ativess for the benefit I a.oriteci from them." PRANIt HALL. 50e.abox, 6 for $2.50, trial size 28e, At an dealers or sent postpaid by Fznit-setives Limited, Ottawa. Obis A knock on the door intermitted his song, but before he eould wiply to it, in marched Mrsa. Malone vietti arms aldmbo, and- a determined -CO pression making grave a face liae turally good humored. "Oh t hit's you, hi si it?" said Bus ter, regarding the woman with die. approving eye. "I suppose you Vought it was tliti Prince of Wales," replied Mrs. Ma lone. • Ili didn't, tees w'y? 'Cos Royal 'Ighness never hoperis the door till Ili says eo-me hin. 'Ee's got bete ter manners tee 'as'" replied the boy, The landti;dy, notat all mmpreued snapped her fingers scornfully. "That for you ,and the prince, said, her nose in the air. . . "Mrs. Malone, you're a hanarehist, declared Buster, shocked beyond ex- pression. "Mr. Buster, youlie a liar," replied the landlady" eiron - "You're no judge, Mrs. Malone, We honly pute hup with iumarchy from Mr. Dyke* the poet, who eomee - tore and reads'is treason reeking vanes to Mr. Moore. One hanarchist en hour tailing list is enough." "You call me that iumee again, an I'll smack you," exclaimed Mrs. Ma- lone, Preened asly, "Smack mei". echoed Buster, in trepidatxon "Hif you kisses me, M*I. Malone, Hill scream." "Kiss you; indeed!" snorted the landiady, scornfully. "Don't you dare," warned Buster,. getting 'behind' a table for greater safety. "Is your good-for-nothing master am not acquainted with no sucla hindividual. Ilif you means Mr. Moore, tee's bout" Mrs. Malone looked her disbelief and pointed grimly to the boots, t which Buster had dropped upon the . table. "Oh," said Buster, a trifle dashed, but rallying immediately, "these is souvenirs of the great 'poet . Thie goes to 'is Reverence the ilarchbishop of Canterbury to be used as a snuff box and this his to stand on the dressing -table of Mrs. Fitz'erbert (Continued on page 6) weektesteorm=04411=4114411144111M111041441ev4o15111114111.111641140 111111111111011111111 _ -11