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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Huron Expositor, 1923-01-05, Page 7. J! JANUARY 0, Inas: .**"-•,.. IONTSIT f G. 8. ATBIIN8ON, L.D.Q., D.D.S. Oeaduate of the Torii College of Dental Surgeons of Oabssio Mid of Me University of Toronto. Late Dis- trict Dental Office. Military, District, No. 1, London, Ont. Oleg hours at 1e1d, Ont. Monday, Wednesday, and Saturday, from one to ISO p.m, 2814-18 DR. F. J. R. FORSTER Eye, Ear, Nose and Throat Graduate in Medicine, University,of Toronto. Late assistant New York Ophthal- Dud end Inatitute, Moor .Id'I Eye' Goldin&Mae 'AtMelt.,,Soe-_ 1 Hotel, S , We a r 'iel is each Month from 1.1. a,m. to a1:. . Waterloo Street,- South, Ora ord. Phone' 267, ,Stratford. The Light IN THE C1earing By IRWING BACHELLER (Continued from test w.*,) After a. moment of; silence ,he ex. claimed: ' "Gorhl Itat awful lonesome here! Gee whittakert this is the worstylace I ever saw!" • I tried to think of something that I could say for it., "We have got a new corn .sheller,", I said, rather timidly. "I don't care about your 'corn shellers," he answered with a hook of scorn. He tool, a little yellow paper -c r -c ered book front his p pocket and beg to read to himself. I felt thoroughly ashamed of t place and sat near him and, for time, said nothing as he read. "What's that?" I ventured to a by and by. "A story," he answered. "I in tjat ragged ol' woman, in the ro other day an' she give me a lot 'em an' showed me the pictures a I got to readin' 'em. Don't you to anybody 'cause $y ol' dad hat stories' an' he'd lick me 'til I could stan' if he knew I was readin' 'em I begged him to 'read out loud a he read from 'a tale of two robbe named Thunderbolt and Lightfoot w lived in a cave in the mountains. Th were bold, free, swearing men w rode beautiful horses at a wild ga lop and carried guns and used the freely and with unerring skill. a helped themselves to what they wan ed. He stopped by anti by, and confide to me the_factthdt he thought h would run away and join a band robbers. How (10 you run away?" I aske "Just take the turnpike and kee oin' toward the mountains. Whe o meet a hand o' robbers give 'e h, sign an' tell 'em you want oin." He went on with the book and rea ow the robbers had hung a captiv GO1SUI,TTNG BNGJN**8 James, Proctor &, Redfern Limited. Ise. Tomato) Bt.. Tsreatly' • Cot. Bridget Pavem.ate, Waterworks 8.v.%. ata Systemae, inclaeratos., eteries. AtbitrstiOns Litlrst1on. Plan. Adel. telt. O.4e: "JPRCO"Toronto our ►Enslb -U.aaVeld .at .f Ib. /newwe save ser client& MERCHANTS CASULTY CO. 1 Specialists in Health and Accident Insurance. Policies liberal and unrestricted. Over ;1,000,000 paid in losses. Szteptional opportunities for local ., Agents. 904 ROYAL BANK BLDG., 1778-'60 Toronto, Ont. LEGAL R. S. HAYS. Barrister. Solicitor, Conveyancer and Notary Public. Solicitor for the Do- sdnion Bank. Oce in rear of the Do- minion Bank, Seaforth. Money to ▪ r BEST & BEST ov- an ak et ad of n' 11 es n't nd rs ho eo h 1- m nd t- d e of d. p n m to d e' who had persecuted them and inter fered with their sport. The story ex plained how they put the rope a round the neck of the captive an threw the other end of it over th limb of a tree and pulled the ma into the air. He stopped suddenly and demand ed: "Is there a long rope here?" I pointed to Uncle Peabody's ha rope hanging on a peg. "Le's hang a captive," he proposed At first I did not comprehend hi meaning. He got the rope and threw its end over the big beam. Oar ol shepherd dog had been nosing th mow near us for rats. Amos caugh the dog. ,who, supecting pct harm carne passively to the rope's end. H tied the rope around the dog's neck "We'll draw him up once—it won' hurt -him any," he proposed. I looked at him in silence. My heart smote me, but I hadn't the courage to take issue with the owner a silver watch. When the dog be- n to struggle I threw my arms out him and cried. Aunt Deel hap- ned to be near. She came and saw mos pulling at the rope and me try - g to save the dog. "Come right down off'm that molt'•' this minute," said she. When we had *come down and the g had followed pulling the rope ter him, Aiint Deel was pale with Barristers, Solicitors, Convey- y ancers and Notaries Public, Etc. t Office in the Edge Building, opposite j The Expositor Office. h • 11111, I PROUDFOOT. KILLORAN AND ' HOLMES Barristers, Solicitors; Notaries Pub - de, etc, 'Money fo tend. In Seaforth en Monday of each week. Office in [idd Block. W. Proudfoot, H.C., J. L. Killoran, B. E. Holmes. �-5 VETERINARY F. HARBURN. V. S. Honor graduate of Ontario Veterin- ary College, and honorary member of Ihp Medical Association of the Ontario Veterinary College. Treats diseases of r domestic animals by the most mod- em principles. 'Dentistry and Milk Fever a speciedty. Office opposite liiek's Hotel, Main Street, Seaforth. All Orders left at the hotel Will re- mise prompt attention. Night calls received at the office RIN Eft WIND.DUST &CINDERS Mao aY D*Ve.ISTS $QPTtc SISS4n cons semi .waw, 60. Mc Peabody seemed to feel very badly when he learned how Amoss had turned out. "Don't say a word about it." said he. "Mebbe you lost the pennies. Don't mind 'em." Soon after that, o1N • arnco Aunt Deel came down in t 'tile where �+a� were dr WhEe was talking with ncla �Pe anw sides occurred to ane and the dog and I ran for the het**, There. was i., pan dime). on Oa to• ' abelf off the pantry and ever ,since 1 bad seen it put there I bad cherished secret de- sig'tllsan into the deeer see, with the lid of a chair, c 1tlbed, the trot shelf and then. to the next and reached into the pan and out -a .comb of honey, and with no de lay whatever it went to my mouth Suddenly it seemed • to- me that I been hit by lightning. It wax the sting of a bee. t felt mireelf goin and made a wild,grab and caught the edge of the pan and down we cam ito the floor—the pan and I—with great crash. I discovered that I -was in deeper ate pain and trouble and I got to m feet and ran. I.didn't know where was going. It seemed to me tha any other 'place would be better than that. My feet took me toward the barn and I crawled under it afid hid there. My lip began to feel better, by and by, but big and queer. It stuck out so that I could see it. I heard my uncle coming with the horses, I concluded ,that I would stay where I was, but the dog came and sniffed and barked at the hole through which I had crawled as if saying. "Here he is!" My position was untenable. I came out. Shep began trying to clean my clothes with his tongue. Uncle Peabody stood near with the horses. He looked at me. He struck his finger into the honey on my coat and smelt it. "Well by—" he stopped and came closer and asked. "What's happened," "Bee stung me " I answered. ,"Where did ye find so much honey that ye could go swin nein' in it?" he asked. I heard the door of the house open suddenly and the voice of Aunt Deel. "Peabody! Peabody! come here quick," she called. Uncle Peabody ran to the house, - - but I stayed out with the dog. Through the open door I heard d Aunt Deel saying: "I can't stan' it e any Longer and I won't—not another n ' day—ayes, I can't stun' it. That boy is a reg'lar pest." They came out on the veranda. Uncle Peabody said nothing, but I Y could see that he couldn't stand it either. My brain was working fast. • , "Come here, sir," Uncle Peabody s called. I knew it was serious, for he had d • never called me "sir" before. I went e i slowly to the steps. t , "My Lord!" Aunt Deel exclaimed. i "Look at that lip and the honey all e t over him—ayes! I tell ye—I can't stan' it." t ' "Say, boy. is there anything on I this place that you ain't tipped over?" Uncle Peabody asked in a sorrowful tone. "Wouldn't ye like to tip the ;house over?" • I was near breaking down in this i answer: • "I went into the but'ry and that pan jumped on to me." "Didn't you taste the honey?" 1 "No," I drew in my breath and shook my head. "Liar, too!" said Aunt Deel. "I can't stan' it an' I won't." Uncle Peabody was sorely tried, but he was keeping down his anger. His voice trembled as he sai�: "Boy, I guess you'll have to—" Uncle Peabody stopped. Ha had been driven to the last ditch, but he , had not stepped over it. However, I knew what he had started to say 'and sat down on the steps in great dejection. Shep followed, working at my coat with his tongue. I think that the sight of me must have touched the ,heart of Aunt Deel. "Peabody Baynes, we mustn't be cruel," said she in a softer tone, and then she brought a rag and began to assist Shep in the process of .cleaning my coat. "Good land! He's got to ` stay here—ayes!—he ain't got no other place to go to." "`But if you can't stun' it." said Uncle Peabody. "I've got to stan' it—ayes!—I can't Stan' it, but I've got to—ayes! So Ihave you." Aunt Deel put me to bed although it was only five o'clock. As I lay looking ,up at the shingles a singular ` resolution came to. me. It was born , of my longing for the companionship of my kind and of nay resentment. I would go and live with the Dunkel- bergs. I would go the way they had gone and find them. I knew it was ' ten miles away, but of course every- ' body knew where the Dunkelbergs lived and any one would show me. I ;-nub! run and get there before dark and tell then)_ that I wanted to live with them, and every day I would play with Sally Dunkelberg. Uncle Peabody was not half as nice to play with as she was. I heard Uncle Peabody drive away. I watched him through the open window. I could hear Aunt Deel washing the dishes in the kitchen. I , got out of bed very slyly and put on my Sunday clothes. I went to the I open window. The sun had just gone over the top of the woods. I would have to hurry to get to the Dunkel- bergs' before dark. I crept out on the top of the shed Mid descended the ladder that leaned against it. I stood a moment listening. The dooryard was covered with shadows and very still. The dog must have gone with Uncle Peabody. I ran through the garden to the road and down it as fast as mybare feet could carry me. In that direction the nearest house was almost a mile away. I remem- bei I was out of breath, and the light growing dim before I got to it. Y. went dn. It seemed to me that I had gone nearly far enough to reach ndy THE WWI EXPOSITOR destination 3 hand coming behind me. "Hello!" a voice called. I turned and leoked up at Dug Draper, in a single buggy, dressed it his Stint day suit. "Isit much !tether to where the Dunkelbergs lived Tasked. "The Dunkelbergs ? Who be they? It seemed to isle very strange that he didn't knot*. the Dunkelbergs. "Where Sally Dgnkelbgzg lives." That was a clincher. "Es laughed. and swore and said: "Git in here, boy. III take ye there." I got into the buggy. and he struck his horse with the whip and went galloping away ince dose wI i'tha$ you're .off an Aaald from that' 00 . o : 0tint „ he.way . "1 ' d Tr ler. I mtba r :lige ” with a slbear. I have omitted and shall' emit the oaths curses with whish his talk was "I'm gi . out Q'this country ehy d my - to self," said he. "It's . too. pious for ,. drew m By and by we passed Rovin' Kate. - I could just discern her form by the roadside and call• to her. had He struck his horse and gave me a rude shake and bade me shut up. g It was dark and I felt very cold and began to wish myself home in e bed. a "Ain't we most to the Dunkel- bergs'?" I asked. "No—not yet," he answered. y I burst into tears and hehit me I a' sounding whack in the face with t his hand. "No more whimperin'," he shouted. "Do ye hear me?" He hurt me cruelly and I was terribly frightened and covered my face and smothered my cries and was just a little quaking lump of misery. He shook me roughly and shoved me down on the buggy floor and said: "You lay there and keep still; do you hear?" "Yes," I sobbed. I lay shaking with fear and fight- ing my sorrow and keeping as still as I could with it, until, wearied by the strain, I fell asleep. What an angel of mercy is sleep! Down falls her curtain and away she leads us—delivered free!—into some magic country where are the things we have lost—perhaps even joy and youth and strength and old friend- ships. What befell me that night while I dreamed of playing with the sweet- faced girl I have wondered often. Some time in the night Dug Draper. had reached the village of Canton, and got rid of me. He had probably put me out at the water trough. Kind hands had picked me up and carried me to a little veranda that fronted the door of a law office. There I slept peacefully until daylight, when I felt a hand on my face and awoke sud- denly. I remember that I felt cold. A kindly faced man stood leaning over me. "Hello, boy!" said he. "Where did you come from?" I was frightened and confused ,but his gentle voice reassured me. "Uncle Peabody!" I called, as I a- rose and looked about me and began to cry. The man lifted Me, in his arms and held me close to hitir• breast and tried to comfort-ine: ' i`'remember seeing the Silent Woman pass while I was in his arms. "Tell me what's your name," he urged. "Barton Baynes," I said as soon as I could speak. "Where is your father?" "In Heaven," I answered, that be- ing the place to which he had moved as I understood it. "Where do you live?" "In Lickitysplit." "How did you get here?" "Dug Draper brought me. Do you know where Sally Dunkelberg lives?" "Is she the daughter of Horace Dunkelberg?" "Mr. and Mrs. Horace Dunkelberg." I amended. "Oh, yes, I know her. Sally is a friend of mine. We'll get some break- fast and then we'll go and find her." He carried me through the open door of his office and set me down at his desk. The cold air of the night had chilled me and I was shivering. "You sit there and I'll have a fire going in a minute and get you warm- ed up." He wrapped me in his coat and went into the back room and built a fire in a small stove and brought me in and set me down beside it. He made some porridge in a kettle while I sat holding my little hands over the stove to warns them, and a sense of comfort grew in me. Soon a boy came bringing a small pail of fresh milk and a loaf of bread. I remem- ber how curiously the boy eyed me as -he said to my new friend: "Captain Moody wants to know if you'll come up to dinner?" There was a note of dignity in the reply which was new to me, and for that reason probably I have always remembered' it. "Please present my thanks to the Captain and tell his, that I expect to go up to Lickitysplit in the town of Ballybeen." He dipped some porridge into bowls and put them on a omall table. My eyes had watched him with growing interest and I got to the table about as soon as the porridge and mounted a chair and seized a spoon. "One' momerk, Bart," said my host. "By jingo! We've forgotten to wash and your face looks like the dry bed of a rider. Come here a minute." He led me out or -the back door, where there" were a wash -stand and a pail and a tin basin and a dish of soft soap. He dipped the pail in a rain barrel and filled the basin, and I washed myself and waited not upon my host, but made for the table and began to eat, being very hungry, after hastily drying my face on a towel. In a minute he came and sat down to his awn -porridge and bread and but- ter. "Bart, don't dig so fast," said he. "You're down to hard pan now. Never be in a hurry to see the bottom of the bowl." I have never forgotten the look of amusement in his big smiling, gray eyes as they looked town upon me out of his full, ruddy, Smooth -shaven face. It inspired confidence and I JOHN GRIEVE. V. 8. of Honor graduate of Ontario Veterin, ab +if! College. All diseases of'domestic pe �a�als treated. Calls Promptly at- ,� leaded to and charges moderate. Vet- in seiisary Dentistry a silecialty. Office and residence on Goderich street, one _ door east of Dr. Scott's olBce, Sea - do ,•af MEDICAL I anger. C. .1. W. H Ai N M .D.C.M. 425 Richmond Strc>,i, London, Ont., 1 sh S pecialist, Surgery ,rid Genio->(Irin- ary diseases of men and women. to A • DR. J. W. PECK Graduate of Faculty of Medicine McGill University. Mentr•eal; member ! of College of Physicians and Surgeons of Ontario; Licentiate of Medical Conn. ell of Canada; Post -Graduate Member of Resident Medical staff of General Hospital, Montreal, 1914-15; Office, 2 doors east of Post Office. Phone 66, j Hensel, Ontario. DR. F. J. BURROWS I fin Office and residence, Godericll street east of the Methodist church, Seafortk i au Phone 46. Coroner for the County of Baron. "Go right home --right home," said e to Amos. "Mr. Baynes said that he would ke me up with the horses," said MOS. "Ye can use shank's horses—ayes! — they're good enough for you," Aunt Deel insisted and so the boy went a- way in disgrace. I blushed to think of" the poor opinion he would have of the place now. it. seemed to me a pity that it should be made any worse, hut I couldn't help it. "Where are your pennies?" Aunt Deel said to me. T felt in my pockets but couldn't d them. "Where did ye have 'em last?" my nt demanded. "On the haymow." "Come an' show me." We went to the mow and searched r the pennies, but not one of them nld we find. I remembered that when I saw them st Amos hod t hem in his hand. "Ti,,'awful 'Ira id for him—ayes T !" said Aunt Osel. "I'm 'fraid twin' Kate sen rirrht about hint— es!" DR. C. MACKAY I fo C. Mackay honor e•raduate of Trin- ' Ce' Ity University, and rrold medallist of Trinity Medical r "'s;e, member of • la the. College of Phv,icians and Sur- geons of Ontario. i Rc ay DR. i' IIUGT1 ROSS Graduate of Universitry of Toronto 1 Faculty of Medicine member of Col- ay lege of Physicians and Surgeons of mr Ontario; pass grade ,te• courses . la he Chicago Clinical Setn,��l of Chicago; Royal Ophthalmic Hospital, London, he Englari.d; University Hospital, Lon- a I- dol, dol, England. Offal. --Back of Do- ha minion Bank, Seaferfh. Phone No. 5; Night calls answered from residence, K Victoria street, Seaforth. ( 1 '1. • "What did shr ,--sy?" I asked. "That he was: +min' to he hung— es! You can't ',la',' with him no ire. Bovis th y' til,e what don't long' to 'cm ,v 1 ti I hope he didn't ayes; 1 hope 11 a,cful—are apt to hong by their necks until they doad- jest ss he was goin' to ng o1' Shep—ay, !---t.hey are!" Agaiti 1 �nw ti,e ►Dirk figure of old ate' standing in th,. sunlight and her ggerl garment and bony hands and heard the hiss of her flying pencil point. I clung to my aunt's dress for a moment and then I found old Shep and sat down beside him with my arm around his neck. I did not eak of the story because I had omised not to and felt sure that mos would do something to me if I AUCTIONEERS THOMAS BROWN Licensed auctioneer for the counties t►f Huron and Perth. Correspondence sp arrangements for sale dates can be pr asade by calling up phone 97, Seaforth err The Expositor Office. Charges mod- i di mute and satisfaction guaranteed. R. T. tUKER Mewed auctioneer for the Comity sf Huron. Sales attended to in all parts of the county. Sevelis ' eec- nasaaals in Manitoba and p�teile- e sib. Tow reasonable: No. r 11, mater ;entrakh F 0., l!. >IR**it ,',po' i0�Orders left it item FI send for free hook giving hill partic- ulars of Trench's world-famous pprop- aration f orEpilepsy and l' Its—simplo home treatment. 0' or SO rare, 'sews. Testlmoniel' from all parte of the world; over 1000 In one v, :.r. Write at oncota TRENCH'S REMEDICS LIMITED 85. dam{is'' Coha h r 70 Ato. odulakiOStl. HI. Tor Sold in $paforth, by E. UMBACH. whispered timidly: . "Could I have some more?" "All you want," he answered, as he put another ladle full in my bowl. When we' had finished eating he set aside the' dishes and I asked: " "Now could I go and see Sally Dunkelberg?" "What in the world do yppa�u want of Sally Dunkelberg?" he asked. "Oh. just to play with her," I said as I showed him how I could sit on my hands and raise myself from the chair bottom. "Haven't you any one to.play with at home?" "Only my Uncle Peabody." "Don't you like to play with him?" "Oh, some, but he can't stand me any longer. He's all tired out, and my Aunt Deel too. I've tipped over every single thing on that place. I tipped over the honey yesterday—spilt it all over everything; and rooend my clothes. I'm a reg'lar pest. So I want to play with Sally Dunkelberg. She knows all kinds o' riddles and games and all about. grand ladies and gentlemen and she wears shiny shoes and her hair smells just like roses, and I want to play with her a little while—just a wee little while." I had unburdened my soul. The above words are quoted not from my memory, but .from his, which has al- ways been most reliable. I remem- ber well my thoughts and feelings hut not many of my words ,on a day so distaint. "Forward, march!" said he and a- way we started for the home of the Dunkelbergs. The village interested me immensely. I had seen it only twice before. People .were moving about in the streets. One thing I did not fail to notice. Every man we met touched his hat as he greeted my friend. "Good morning, Sile," some said, as we passed them, or, "How are you, Comptroller?" It was a square, frame house—that of the Dunkelbergss=--.large for that village and had a big dooryard with trees mA it. As we came near the gate I saw Sally Dunkelberg playing with other children among the trees. Sud- denly I was afraid and began to hang back. - I looked down at my bare feet and my clothes, both of which were dirty. Sally and her friends had stopoed their play and were standing ih a group looking at us. I heard Sally whisper: "It's that Baynes boy. Don't he log* dirty?" I stopped and withdrew my hand from that of my guide. "Come on, Bart." he said. I shook my head and stood looking over at that little, hostile tribe near me. "Go and play with them while I step into the house," he urged. Again I shook my head. "Well, then, you wait here a moment," said my new-found friend. He left me and I sat down upon the ground, thoughful and silent. He went to the children and kissed ' Sally and whispered in her estfr and ' passed on into the house. The chil- dren walked over to Inc. "Hello, Bart!" said Sally. "Hello!" I answered. I `shook my head. Some of them began to whisper and laugh. I remember how beauti- ful the girls looked with their flow - ea. What happyf faces hair and th1d wonder vow It oil frighte mud tressed ate so. In, a moment my friend carte with Mrs. Dunkelblelrg, who kissed and asked ane to tell ° boa► I hap pened tobe there. "I just thought I would come. said as I twisted a button on my coat and would. say no more to her. "Mr. WVright, you're going to him home, are you?" Mrs. Dunkelberg waked. "Yes. I'll start off with him in interested " said my friend. "I am see his a and I want "Let hini std here with us until yeu't;e ready to go." "I don't want to stay here,"I said, seizing my friend's 'hand. "Well, Sally, you do down to tine °Sep • stay with Bart until they "'Yost' �� out me „ I Peabody very —that you talcs that you wou from here?" "I don't k •" mean was my *BOW "Course I new an wanted ye to see that it Wetto to do fer you to keep on tiepin' . ugq over so." I sat telling them, of my adventur,. and answering questions, flattered bar' their tender interest, until milking tit*. I thoroughly enjoyed all that. WPM I rose to' go out with Uncle Peabody, Aunt Deet, demanded my, "`Take 'em right off," said she. "It ain't a goin' to do to wear 'cm com- mon --no, sir -eel They're for meetiq' or when company conies --ayes!" I regretfully took off tht. shoes and gave. them to her, and thereafter the shoes were guarded as carefully as the butternut trousers. That evening as I was about to go up -stairs to bed, Aunt Deel said to my, "Do ,you remember what of Kate wrote down about him? This is his fust peril an'. he bas met his first great man an' I Cap see that Filo Wright is kind o' fond' o' him." went to sleep that night think of the strange,en old, ragged, site wonnare like thatwouldn't you? the star .raised o1 me. "I don't know," I said. "That measle• yes," said the men. .Sally and another little girt name with us and passing a sem I !fid back to look at many beautiful things in a big window. , "Is there anything you'd like there, Bart?" the man asked. "I wisht I had a pair o' them any shoes with buttens on," I answered in a low, confidential tone, afraid to express, openly, a wish so exbrsva , "Come right in," he said,- and I remember that when we entered the .store I could hear my heart besting! He bought a pair of shoes, for me' and I would have them on at once, and that made it necessary for him to buy a pair of socks also. After the shoes were buttoned on my feet I saw little of Sally Dunkelberg or the other people of the village my eyes being on my feet most of tete time. The man took us into his office and told us to sit down until he could write a• letter. I remember how, as he wrote, I stood by his chair and examined the glazed brown buttons on his coat and bit one of them to see how hard it was, while Sally was feeling his gray hair and necktie. He scratched along with his quill pen as if wholly una- ware of our presence. Sonn a horse and buggy came for us and I briefly answered Sally's good -by before the man drove away with me. I remember telling him as were went on over the rough road between fields of ripened grain, of my watermelon and my dog and my little pet hen. I shall not try to describe that home coning. We found Aunt Deel in the road five miles from home. She had been calling and travelling from house to house most of the night, and I have never forgotten her joy at , seeing me and her tender greeting. She got into the buggy and rode home with us, holding me in her lap. Uncle Peabody and one of our neighbors had been out in the woods all night with pine torches. I recall how, al- though excited by my return. he took off his hat at the sight of my new . friend and said: "Mr. Wright, I never wished that I lived in a palace until now." He didn't notice me until I held up both feet and tailed: "Look a' there, Uncle Peabody." Then he came and took me out of the buggy and I saw the tears in his eyes when he kissed me. The man told of finding me on his little veranda, and I told of my ride with Dug Draper, after which Uncle Peabody said: "I'm goin' to put in your hoss and feed him, Comptroller." "And I'm goin' to cook the beat dinner I c ---,r cooked in my life," said Aunt Deel. I knew that my new friend must be even greater than the Dunkelbergs, for there was a special extravagence in their tone and manner toward him which I did not fail to note. His courtesy and the distinction of his ad- dress, as he sat at our table, were not lost upon me, either. During the meal Internal and Externa@ Pains are promptly relieved by V HOMAS' ECLECT11C L OR PEARLFIF-fYkAJR SELLER THAI) _5'Q CHAPTERIIIWe Go To Meetin And See Mr. Wright gal. • I had a chill tht night and in the weks that followed I was nearly burned up with lung fever. Doctor Clark came from Canton to see me every other day for a timye, •and one evening Mr: Wright came with him and watched all night near my bed- side. He gave me medicine every hourand I remember how gentlyhe would speak and raise, ►toy head wighe came with thespoon and the draftIt grieved me to hear himsay, as beraised me in his arms, that I wasn'tbigger than "a cock mosquito." I would lie and watch high as he pa stick on the fire and tiptoed to leis armchair by the table, on which three lighted candles were burning. Theu he would adjust his spectacle, pickup his book, and begin to read, and I would see him smile or frohvn or laugh until I wondered what was be- tween the black covers of the book to move him so. In the morning he said that he could come the next Tues- day night, if we needed him, and set out right after breakfast, in the dimdawn light, to walk to Canton. "Peabody Baynes," said my Aunt Deet as she stood looking out of thewindow at Mr. Wright, "that is one of the grandest, splendidest men that I ever see or heard of. He's an awful smart man, an' a day o' his time is worth more'n a month of •our'n, but he comes away off here to set up with a sick young one and walks 'back. Does beat all—don't it?—ayes!" "11 any oneis always on band," said Uncle Pe - body. I was soon out of bed and he came no more to sit up with me. (Continued next week.) • ASK- FOR OUR i'f21CCS O.ti • - • CORNWESTEQnN OATS, FLOURAFEED.ETC. 1(Cifo,,jjONTAfO GnwNi.CHARLES & MROSTIE 801 C'PR•BUILDINGTORONTO IT HAS BEEN SOLD F r Y ' TO -DAY A CREATE TESTIMONIiL THAs SPEAKS FOR 11:: MEROUS CURATIVE QUALITIES.