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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Huron Expositor, 1923-01-12, Page 7se you'll come' t iI hungry and visions - •'golfosa • .;•By 'cake and ie andThreat• 111WW''''134,110,IqX0. efore• mc. Of course eriket'Vw0044°AletOtr'utillort4t4,1buiiet, mine,sOf. I' , '.4,Peo/lnoftlrandY asic mu to play with Strr QPIlt et0t4); *001 Ing. At Cot= from .n.m. 0 p.m. ponistioso 4tost sows • poi bolos should be declalvety, u,rgent, but the .••• V/04216o Street, South, Stratford, go 79wr, to Cunt°, tp 410 Immo hi 7 Said: Ing to qUiver" with oxeitimen0 as it tant York good den:' ffilare • Three emo., 7004114StiettotTift4C94ib4ito /••• third Wednesday eidhtne daYt• •oPenh BaynesiEagerly I awaited an. Invitation ortlis to • mn't heard . nbi preashhe ,stheo from the great Ars. lauthelherg that r,)E3 Fl Cr't 61.1 tan' .itic were They4.Nelbc., generally the I llYee''theirP,0$14,0111 land calling „IpP, to. re . sound' Sponer'hanet .. 11.110, • tiptoe. and *anent the-heu0 of, my brain was eilent-and Seserte& and thereafter, fol' a tirae; •fairy feet mime into it. So'even those hal* tbOughtto of. a Joyous holiday soon left Me And slept. I .was awakened by 'a cool, gentle hand on my brow. I opened my eyes and saw the homely and beloved face of Uncle Peabody smiling down at me. What a face it weal ,It _Wel- comed me, always, at the gates of the morning and I saw it in the glow of the candle at night as I set out on my lonely, dreaded voyage into dream -land. Do you wonder that I stop a moment and wipe my glasses when I think of it? "Hello, Bart!" said he. "It's to- morrer." I sat up. The, delicious odor of frying ham was in the air. The glow of the morning sunlight was on the meadows. "Come on, of friend! By mighty! We're gbin' to—" said Uncle Pea- body. Happy thoughts came rushing into my brain again. What a tumult! I leaped out of bed. "I'll be ready in a minute, Uncle Peabody," I said as, yawning, I drew - on fny trousers. "Don't tear yer socks," he. caution- ed as I lost patience with their un- sympathetic behavior. He helped me with my boots, which were rather tight, and I flew down- stairs with soy coat half on and ran for the wash -basin just outside the kitchen door. "Hello; Bart! If the fish don't bite to -day they ought to be ashamed o' themselves," said Mr. Wright, who stood in the dooryard in an old suit of clothes which belonged to Uncle Peabody. The sun had just risen over the disti•nt tree -tops and the dew in the meadow grass glowed like a net of silver and the air was chilly. The chores were done. Aunt Deel ap- peared! in the open door as I was wiping my face and hands and said in her genial, company voice: "Breakfast is ready." Aunt Deel never shortened her words when company was there. Her respect was always properly divided between her guest and the English language. How delicious were the hare, smok- ed in our own barrels, and the eggs fried in its fat and the baked pota- toes and milk gravyand the buck- wheat takes and maple syrup, and how we. ate of them! Two big pack baskets stood by the window filled with provisions and blankets, and the I black bottom of Uncle Peabody's spider was on the top of one of them, with its handle reaching down into the depths of the basket. The mus- ket and the powder horn had been taken down from the wall and the former leaned on the window -sill. "If we see a deer we ain't goin' to let him bite us," said Uncle Pea- body. Aunt Deel kept nudging me under the table and giving me sharp looks to remind me of my manners, for now it seemed as if a time had come when eating was a necessary evil to be got through with as soon as pos- sible. Even Uncle Peabody tapped his• cup lightly with his teaspoon, a familiar signal of his by which he indicated that I was to 'put on the brakes. To Aunt Deel men -folks were a careless, irresponsible and mischievous lot who had to be looked after all the ' time or there was no telling what would happen to them. She slipped some extra pairs of socks and a bottle of turpentine into the pack basket and told us what we were to do if we got wet feet or sore throats or stomach ache. Aunt Deel kissed sue lightly' on the cheek with a look that seemed to say, "There, I've done it at last," and gave me a little poke with her hand (I remember thinking what an ex- travagant display of affection it was) and ninny cautions before I got into the wagon with Mr. Wright, and my uncle. We drove up the hills and I heard little that the men said for my thoughts were busy. We arrived at the cabin of Bill Seaver that stood on the river bank just above Rain- bow Falls. Bill stood in his dooryard and greeted us with a loud, "Hello, there!" "Want to go fishin'?" Uncle Pea- body called. "You bet I do. Gosh! I ain't had no fun since I went to Joe Brown's funeral an' that day I enjoyed my - t,2#1.-8.treOrd. If 'there abet • se minister' "tut very soriT you can't otay." felt its way to thenorth aide of the if ice Wright alwaYS reads 4 serromt ,MY hope l' fen Ike bricks and Van" circleIV/ r danetsP°Ohtlinestffl:gr a"a8t , lined 's home and the paper says h • kicked like bubbles. The Dunkelherge bift us with pleas- with wonder:: me CONSULTING ENGINEERS` doret go 'way for a month yit. I air:t words. They hadsiaskedb'lie lot "Whytdoes,it pecliIntto toward the iii - • , .i. to 8z Red .kind o' feel the need of a good ser - Ines; r ern nion—ayesin • ake auntie w ly, h no h tar us ask., Limited. 3f) Toronto at,, Toronto. Can, Bridges, Pavements,. Waterworks. Sewer- age Systems, Incinerators, Factorise, Arbitrations. Litigation. 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Post -Graduate Member • "All right • Pll hitch up the 11°35'1' clung to my aunt's cloak and firmly "That'sIa seeret,', said Uiicle Pea - ea and we'll ge. We can start at refused to make any advances, Slow- body. "I wouldn't wonder if the gate eight o'clock and take a bite with ly and without a word we walked o' heaven wits up there. Maybe its us, an' git back here by three." across the park toward the tavern a light in Goyevrinder. Who knows. "Could I wear my new shoes and I kind o' mistrust it's the' direction sheds- Hot tears were flowing -down • trousers?" I asked joyfully. "Ayes I guess ye can if you're a good boy—ayes!" said Mint Deel. I had told Aunt Deel what Sally had said of my personal 'appearance. "Your coat is good enough for anybody—ayes!" said she. "I'll make you a pair o' breeches an' then I guess you won't have to be 'shamed no more." She had spent several evenings Making them out of an old gray flan- nel petticoat of hers and had put two pockets in them of which I was fiery proud. They came just jo the tops of my shoes, which pleased me, for thereby the glory of my new shoes suffered no encroachment. The next Sunday aftee they were my cheeks—silent tears! for I did not wish to explain them. Furtively I brushed, them away with my band. The odor of frying 'beef steak came "You talk like one o' them Uhl- versalists," said Aunt Deel. "They're gettin' thick as flies around here." out of the open doors of the tavern. "TiVal, I kind o' believe—." he pans - It was more than I could stand. I ed at the edge of what- may have hadn't tasted fresh meat since Uncle been a dangerous opinion. Peabody had killed a deer in midsum- I shook the box and the needle mer. He gave one a look of under, swung and quivered back and forth standing, but said nothing for a min- and settled with its point in the north ute.• Then he proposed': again. Oh, what a mystery! My "Mebbe we better git dinner here?" eyes grew big at the thought of it. Aunt Deel hesitated at the edge "Do folks take compasses with 'em of the stable yard, surrounded as she when they die?" I asked. was by the aroma of the fishnets, "No, they don't need 'em then," then: "I guess we better go right home and save our money, Peabody—ayes!" said she. "We told Mr. and Mrs. Horace Dunkelberg that we was goin' said Uncle Peabody. "Everybody has a kind of a compass in his own heart —same as watermelons and chickens have. It shears • us the way to be finished we had preaching in the useful, and I guess the way o' use - schoolhouse and I was eager to go home and they'd think we was liars." fulness is the way to heaven every and wear mjs wonderful trousers. "We orto have gone with 'era," time." Uncle Peabody said that he didn't said Uncle Peabody as he unhitched "An' theivay o' uselessness is the know whether his leg would hold out r the horses, way to hell," Aunt Deel added. or not "thrpugh a whole meetin'." "Well, Peabody Bayneh, they didn't One evening in the early skinner His left leg Was lame from a wrench appear to be very anxious to have us," the great Silas Wright had' come to and pained him if he sat long in one Aunt Deel answered with a sigh. our house from the village of Russell, position. I greatly enjoyed this first We had started away up the South where he had been training a comp - public exhibition of my new trousers, road when, to my surprise, Aunt Deel any of militia. I remember praying in silence, as mildly attacked the Dunkelbergs. I remember that as he entered our we sat down, that Uncle Peabody's "These here village folks like to be door he spoke in this fashion: "Baynes leg would hold out. Later, when the waited on—ayesl—an' they're awful le's go fishing. All the way down long sermon had begun to weary me, anxious you should come to see 'em the road I've heard the call o' the I prayed that it would not, when ye can't—ayes!—but when ye brooks. I stopped on the Dingley I decided that meetin's were not a git to the village they ain't nigh so Bridge and looked (lows at the water. : successful form of entertainment, anxious—no they ain't!"The trout were jumping so I 'guess Indeed, Sunday was for me a lost Uncle Peabody made no answer, but they must 'a' got sunburnt and day. It was filled with shaving and sat looking forward thoughtfully and freckled and sore. I can't stand too washing and reading and an over- tapping the dashboard with his whip- I much o' that kind o' thing. It riles whelming silence. Uncle Peabody al- stock, and we rode on in a silence me. I heard, long ago, that you ways shaved after breakfast and broken only by the creak of the evener ' were a first-class fisherman, so I cut then he would sit down to read the and the sound of the horses' hoofs in "across lots and here I am." St. Lawrence Republican Both o- the sand. • His vivid words touched my imag- cupations deprived him utterly of . In the middle of the great cedar , ination and I have often recalled ' his usefulness as an uncle. I remem- . swamp near Little River Aunt Deer them. her that I regarded the' razor and got out the lunch basket and I sat "Well, now by' mighty! I—" the Republican as my worst enemies, down on the buggy bottom between ' Uncle Peabody dre.* the rein upon The Republican earned My keenest their . legs and leaning against the' his imagination at„Zhe very brink of dislike, for it always put rny uncle : dash. So disposed we ate our touch.I smile great Mara ' to sleep and presently he would eon of fried cakes and bread and but- a moment s pauffe stretch out on the lounge and begin ter and maple sugar and cheese. The out bright an' e 'to puff and snore and then Aunt'Deei road -was a straight alley through -the ate'ke 91 ante and after deck "We'll start 'in the mornin' He's always went around on her tip -toes evergreen forest, and its grateful got a camp on the, 10 Branch, an' and said 811 -h -hi She spent the , shadow covered us, When we had he can cook almrist ai good as my greater part of the forenoon in her ; come out into the hot sunlight by sister" the Ha} e farm both ray aunt and room washing and changing her' clothes and reading the Bible. How uncle complained of headache. What loudly the clock ticked that day! How an efficient cure for good health were defiantly 'the cock crew! It seemed the doughnuts and cheese and sugar, as if he were making special efforts especially if they were mixed with to start up the life of the farm. How the idleness of Sunday. I had a shrill were the three crickets! Often headache also and soon fell asleep. Shen and I would steal oft' into the The sun was low when they awoke back lot trying to scare up a squirrel me in our dooryard. "Hope it'll be some time 'fore ye and I would look longingly down the valley, and could dimly see the roofs feel the need of another sermon," said Uncle Peabody as Aunt Deel of houses where there were other children. I would gladly have made got out of the buggy. "I ain't felt friends with the Willa boy, but he so wicked in years. would have nothing to do with -me, I was- so sick that Aunt Deel put over a chair in illy hurry to get to and soon his people moved away. My me to bed and said that she would the kitchen, whither my aunt had uncle said that Mr, Grimshaw had feed the pigs and the chickens. Sick gone soon after the''appearance of as he was, Uncle Peabody had to milk foreclosed their mortgage. t The fields were so still that I won - he cows. How relentless were the dered if the grass grew on Sunday. cows ! I soon discovered that the- Dunkel- to be in conflict, for our livers got The laws of God and nature seemed bergs had fallen from their high out of order and some one of us al- estate in our home and that Silas ways had a headache in the after- Wright, Jr., had taken their place in noon. It was apt to 'be Uncle Pea- the conversation of Aunt Deel. body, as I had reason to know, for I always begged him to go in swimmin' with me in the afternoon. Our Little Strange Companion. of Resident Medical staff of General It was a beautiful summer morn - "Is your spring's work done?" "All done, an' I was,kind o' think - in'," said Uncle Peabter& with a little shake of hit head. He didn't say of,, what he had been thinking, that be- ing unnecessary. "Bart, are you with us?" said Mr. Wright as he gave me a playful poke with his hand. "May I go?" I asked my uncle. "I wouldn't wonder—go an' ask yer aunt," said Uncle Peabody. My soul was afire with eagerness. My feet shook the floor and I tipped CHAPTER IV Haxpital, Montreal, 1914-16- Office, 2 ing as we drove opera east of Post Office. Phone 56. from the summidown the hills and t of the last high EleasalOntario. ridge we‘ could see the smoke of a . steamer rooming over the St. Lawr- ence and the big buildings of Can- ton on the distant flats below us. My heart beat fast when I reflected that I should soon see Mr. Wright and the Dunkelbergs. I had lost a little of my interest in Sally. Still I felt sure that when she saw my new breeches she would conclude that I was a person not to be trifled with. When we got to Canton people were flocking to the big stone Pres- byterian church. We drove our hors - ea under the shed of the tavern and Uncle Peabody brought, them water: DR. H. IttUGH ROSS from the pump and fed/them, out of Graduate of University of Toronto 'our own bag under the buggy seat, ' Faculty of Medicine, member, of Col- before we went to the church. • lege of Physicians and Surgeons of It was what they called a "deacon meeting." I remember that Mr. Ontario; pass graduate courses in dleago Clinical School of Clucap; Wright read the Scriptures,and hay- Rnval Ophthalmic Hospital, Lon on, ing eXplained that there was no min- ister in the village, read one of Mr., ward's sermons, in the course of which I went to sleep on the arm of my aunt. She awoke me when the service had ended, and whispered: "Come, we're going down to speak to Mr. Wright." We saw Mr. and Mrs. Horace Dunkelberg in the aisle," who said . that they, Would _wait for us outside - the an*, ,ho I 'renitiMber that Mr. Wright kissed ethlt toe and nl: es0. "Hello! Here's my boy in a new pair o' trousers!" "Put. yet 'hand in there," I said proudly, as'I took my own out of one of,,my pockets 'end pointed the, way. Licensed auctioneer fOr the Comity tie Aid not accept the invitation, if Hum. Sales attended but laughed heartily and gave me a of the county.littleitg nee in Manitoba When we went out of the church Terms reasonable , there IMO Mr., and Mrs.• Horace _, r 11, Exeter Centralia Dunkelberg, and 'Sally.and some other 6 1. Orders left at The fitnon children. It was -a tragic moment le Meek SeefortN , fat.lne wheMon Sally lied and rau • WWI het _ther. .1(00the Mte DR. F. J. BURROWS Office and residence, Goderich street sad of the Methodist church, Seaford Phone 46. Coroner for the County of Huron. DR. C. MACKAY C. Mackay honor graduate of Trin- ity University,%and gold medallist of trinity Medical College; member of the College of Physicians and Stir - goons of Ontario. land; - University Hospital, dpi, England: Office—Back of Do- nankk, Soaforth." Phone No. 5, Night calls answered from residence, Victoria street, Seafortb. • AUCTIONEERS THOMAS BROWN Licensed auctioneer for the Men af Huron and Perth. (Tbrift) arrangements for sale datelr mNe by Minim Sc • The Expositor Office. mar /kite sad satisfaction guaran • R. T.:IDUKtili -4414tis,4:'4 44‘414i. -4.1.4,0 • Yl\sx',,,A. In the pathless forest we had a little companion that always knew its way'. No matter how strange and remote the place might be or how black the night its tiny finger always pointed in the same direction. By the light of the torch at mhinight, in blinding darkness, I have seen it -sway and settle toward its beloved goal. It seemed to be thinking of some far country which it desired to recommend to us. It seemed to say: "Look! I know not which way is ypurs, but this—this is my way and all the little cross roads lead off it." What a wonderful wisdom it had! I remember it excited a feeling of awe in me as if it were a spirit and not a tool. The reader wilPhave observed that my uncle spoke of the compass as if it directed plant and animal in achiev+ ing\their purposes. From the begin- ning' in the land of my birth it had been a thing as familiar as the dial and as necessary. The farms along our toad were only stumpy recesses in the wilderness, with irregular curving outlines of thick timber— beech and birch and maple and bal- sam and spruce and pine and tama- rack—forever whispering of the an - conquered lands that rolled in great billowy ridges to the far .horizon; We were surrounded by the gloom and mystery of the forest. If tine left the road or trail for even a short walk lie needed, a compass to guide him. That little brass box with its needle, swaying and seem - NETouCannot Nay New kre UR Witts: a • ehatielorNeNZ Ittstfticese _top yoar ittououlatalttLen:10Coo,youirdliet. •,„„. „1.,4101.,..01.4‘,A1 vo,„viv.v, iki ,fr our guest. She was getting supper ; for Mr. Wright. "Aunt Deel, Pm OW fishin'," I ; said. "Fishin't I guess not—ayes I do,"1 she answered. It was more than I could stand. A roar of distress and disappointment came from my lips. Uncle Peabody hurried into the kit- chen. "The Comptroller wants him to go," said he. "He does?" she repeated' as she stood with her hands on her hips looking up at her brother. "He likes Bart and wants to take him along." "Wal, then, you'll have to be awful careful of him," said Aunt Deel. I "I'm afraid he'll plague ye—ayes!" "No, he won't—we'll love to have him." "Wal, I guess you,icould git Mary Billings to come over and stay with me an' help with the'chores—ayes, I wouldn't wonder!" I could contain my joy no longer, but ran into the othetroom on tiptoe and announced excitedly that I was going. Then I rushed out of the open door and rolled ,and tumbled in the growing grass,,with the dog barking at my side 'On such times of -joyful excitement I always rolled and tumbled in the tigwass. It was myway of expressing inexpressible delight. I felt sorry for afellow! He couldn't o fishing. He stay had to home a ways, I felt lidog. Poor sorry for the house and, the dooryard and the cows and the grindstone and Aunt Deel. The glow, of the candles and the odor of ham and eggs drew me -into the house, Wistfully I watched, the great mat* as he ate his supper. I was alway0 hungry those -days. Mt. Wright asked me to have an egg, but I shook My head and said "No, thank you" with sublime self deeded. At the 'list hint from Aunt Deel I took city candle and went up to bed. "I ain't afraid o' bears,"I heard Myself whispering Ile I undressed. I whispered a good deal as my imagin- ation ran away into the near future. Soon I blew out my candle and got into bed. The door *1st open at the foot of the stairs. I could see the light and hear them talking. It had been more than a year since Uncle Peabody had promised to take me '‚I n3F thrlieligirigan" 00E4 away• on eelf.4danmeil 430'4 go up'the-ver V— , ' • „y7, /7: • "We/ thought vlo'd%ga, up in ye* camp and fish%a day or ,t1.0," "All right!, We'll bitch In the 'bosses. My wife'll take care of -43,m git bask. Say it looks as fishy as hell don't it?" "This is kr, Silas Wright the Comptroller," said Uncle Peabody. "It is! Gosh almighty! I ought to have knowed it," said Bill Seaver., his ,tone and manner having changed like magic b.:, those of awed respect. "I see ye in court one day years ago.. If I'd knowed 'taw you I wouldn't 'af swore as I did." The men began laughing and then he added: "Damn- ed if I would!" "It won't hurt me any—the boy is the one," said Mr. Wright as he took my hand and strolled up the river bank with me. I rather feared and dreaded those big roaring men.like Bill Seaver. The horses were hitched in and the canoes washed out. Then we all turned to and dug some angle -worms. The poles were brought—dines, hooks and sinkers were made ready and in an hour or so we were on our way up the river, Mr. Wright and I and Uncle Peabody being in one of the canoes, the latter working the paddle. I remember how, as we went along, Mr. Wright explained the fundamen- tal theory of his politics. I gave strict attention because ef my pride in the fact that he included me in the illustration of his point. This in substance is what he said, for I can not pretend to quote his words with precision although I think they vary little from his own, for here before me is the composition entitled "The Comptroller," which I wrote two years later and read at a lyceum in the district schoolhouse_ "We are a fishing party. There are four of us who have come to- gether with one purpose—that of catching fish and having a good time. We have elected Bill guide because he knows the river and the woods and the fish better than we do. It's Bill's duty to give us the benefit of 'his knowledge, and to take us to and from camp and out of the woods at our pleasure and contribute in all reasonable ways to our comfort. lie is the servant of his party. blow if Bill, having approved our aim and accepted the job from us, were to try to force a new aim upon the party and insist that we should all join him in the sport of catching butterflies, we would soon break up. we could agree on the butterfly program that would be one thing, but if we held to our plan and Bill stood out, he would be a traitor to his party and a fellow of very bad manners. As long as the aims of my party are, in the main, right, I believe its commands ^-^ sacred. Always in our country ihe will of the greatest number ought to prevail—right or wrong. Ithasa right even to make mistakes, for through them it should learn wisdom and gradually adjust itself to the will of its ereateet 1 d ers." It is remarkable that the great commoner should have made himself understood by a boy of eight, but in so doing he exemplified the gift that raised him above all the men I have met—that of throwing light into dark places so that all co, Id see the truth that was hidden there. Now and then we came to noisy water hills slanting far hack through rocky timbered gorges, or little foamy stairways in the river leading up to higher levels. The men carried the canoes around these places while I followed the gathering wild flowers and watching the red -winged black birds that flew above us calling hoarse- ly across the open spaces. Now and then, a roaring veering cloud of pig- eons passed in the upper air. The breath of the river was sweet with the fragrance of pine and balsam. We were going around a bend when we heard the voice of Bill shouting just above us. He had run the bow of his canoe on a gravel beach just below a little waterfall and a great trout was flopping and tumbling in the grass beside him. he shouted the radiant, struggling fish that reached from his chin to his belt. "I tell ye boys they're goin' to be sassy as the devil. Jump out an' go to work here." With what emotions I leaped out upon the gravel and watched the fish- ing! A new expression came into the theyb of the slePti NW. ' line hissed no the seater out am bubbles!.!Mat Ste fish *hie ,coat of. M through the ripples and fell, at my :mkt all over mc 40 Ca was the way they days. They angled„, , pole of seasoned reel, and catching a, nen hreaking a col fro",,,, While he was . slipped off the rock be stood on sank shoulder deep in the: wute ran and held , out my band its loudly. Uncle Peabody lielPedt4I ashore with his pole. Tears flowing down nig cheeks while I Sto fobbing in a kind of juvenile hyster- ics. " "What's the matter?" Uncle Pea- bodr demanded. "I was 'fraid—Mr. Wright—was: : goin' to be drownded," I massaged to say. The. Comptroller shook his a and came and knelt by my side kissed me. "God bless the dear boy!" he ex- claimed. "It's a long time since any' one cried for me. I love you, Bart." _When Bill, swore after that the. Comptroller raised his hand and stook his head and uttered a protesting, hiss. (Continued next week.) 1/ S and gilyo your stomachwa Ill • Provides "the bit et sweet'0 in beaerfisfar form. Helps to cleanse the teems and keep, them healthy. D35 ASK FOR OUR PRICES ON I CORN .WESTERF4. OATS, I.. FLOUR S.,•FEED,ETC, v'(Ctcnr• lots anis') before 611107- .',do,, m teas bcfpry;S ying CHARLESA histtOSTIE fr,..P4t• BUILDING TORONTO MEN WANTED $6 to $12 Per Day. We Will Pay Your Railway Fare To Toronto. 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