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a- hest. of them trail a mile • behind:' A*,
the bulk; if you: want• to': ow about
Slippy McGee! And/ I'` lett the ha'any
ea e Scotsman'%
e when -he hears
lit of a' brither'
It's the home -town -feelings -
The 'voice tells its ' own
ll! story. It carries him back
home. All the longings, be'
they. for the purple . hills,
the' green fields or the
murky streets Of a city, are
quickened. The sympathy be-
tween speaker and listener
becomes complete. • ,
Remember, when your
i.Y thoughts drift back to. your
home town 'that many . old
friends who would like to
hearayour voice are listed in
the telephone h e direetorfes.
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Long Distance will t'ake•you a. •
back. Station -to -Station eve- •
'Hing and night rates make •
it inexpensive.
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FARMS FOR SALE
104
ACRE
FARM FOR SALE. OWNER
willpNen on removable fazes far quick
nt
sale Apply to R. 9. HAYS, Beafor Ont.
2886-86
FARM FOR SALE. -100 ACRES, LOT 80,
Conceit ion 8. Hibbert.. On the premium
there are a brick house, two bank barns,
garage, two good wells: spring creek, three
Berm of hardwood bush, wire fences and tile
drained. Rural mail and .telephone• 1 mats
from school ; 7 mile from Seaforth, Aspli
' to MRS. CHARLES YOUNG, Staffs, Ont,
1909-86
FARM FOR SALE. --FOR SALE 20 ACRES
cleared land, situated one-quarter mile
east of Brucefleld on the Milltoad. On the
premise are a two story bn'ck house, with
eightame barn.
86 ; rddriving shed, 22x42, and and wood shed, f *hen house,
10x17. Will be Id on reasonable terms.
For further Particulars apply on -the premlem
or address JACK ROSS, Brucefleld Poet
Office. 2911-tf
FARM FOR- SALE.—FOIL SALE LOT 17.
'Concession 8, McKillop, containing 100
acres. There are on the premlaes a - goal
frame house; ,two barna, one large barn 60a68
on stone and cement- foundation; one hay
barn 80x50, also a shed kitting two barna.
The land Is in good state of cultivation
well fenced and drained; a good orchard and
two good wells, one drilled well, water 4
feet from top; also 12 acres of hardwood
bush. This farm is situated 6 mile from
the Town of Seaforth and will be Gold rea-
sonable. For further particulars apply to
SAMUEL SMITH, Lot 16, Concession 9. Me -
R. R. No. 1. Dublin. 2906-tf
F• ARM FOR SALE.—FARM OF TWO HUN-
drad acre adjoining the Town of '81••
forth, conveniently situated to all churches,
schools and Collegiate. There is a comfort-
able brick cottage with a cement kitchen;
idrro '100x68 with stone stabling underneath
ler 8 here, 75 head of cattle and 40 begs
'Nth steel stanchions and water before all
stock; litter carrier and feed carrier and
two cement floe; driving shed and plat-
form eaales. Watered by s rock well and
win i1L The farm ls well drained and is
• b h state of Cultivation. The crop b all
In the ground—choke clay loam. Immedt
ate pos,esalon. Apply ,to M- BEATON, 1
R, L, Seaforth, Ont 1787-tf
FARM FOR SALE.—FOR SALE, LOT e.
Concession 11, and wet half of Let 6,
Concession 10, Hats.. Tnekenmith, eon.
taming 160 acres. There are on the premises
• good two.etory brick house with elate roof,
large bank barn 100380 feet with Ant elan
stabling, water in the barn. drive shed 28528,
pig home and hen house. Two goal spring'
wells, also an over -flowing arming. The
farm is all cleared but about 20 acres. The
good hardwood bush. principally maple Al)
well fenced and tile drained. Eight acres
of fan wheat sows 40 'acres ready' for eating
crop. The farm ie situated 7 ,.Daises from
Seaforth and 4 mile. from Hensel!, one -halt
mile from 'school; rural Hall, and 'phone. Will
he sold on eery terms. Unless ,old by Spring
it will be far rent. For further particulars
apply on the premises, or address' R, R. Na
2. Morten. ANGUS McKINNON. 2868-13
THE McHILLOP MUTUAL
FIRE INSURANCE CO7.
HE.PJ OFFICE—SEAFORTH, ONT.
OFFICERS:
J. Connolly, Goderich - - 'President
Jas. Evans, Beechwood, vice-president
D. F. McGregor, Seaforth; Sec.-Treas.
AGENTS:
Alex. Leitch, R. R. No. 1, Clinton;
W. E. Hinchley, Seaforth; John Mur-
ray, Egmondville; J. W. Yeo, Gode-
rieh; R. G. Jarmuth, Brodbagen,
DIRECTORS:
William Rinne No. 2, ,Seaforth;
John Bennewies, Brodbagen; James
Evans„Beechwood- M. McEwen, Cliii
ton; James Connolly, Goderich; Aleix.
Broadfoot, No. 8 Seaforth; J. G.
Grieve, No. 4, Walton; Robert Ferris,
Hariock• George MCCartney, 1• to. 8,
Seaforth; Murray Gibson, Bruceeeld,
- NOTICE
Any . Patrons with Seaforth
Creamiery Cana end not going to
use them topend cream to us this
season, will 'kindly return them
to' the Creamery. These are our
property* and Only loaned to
attone, and must. be returned
in good order.
Seaforth , Creamer', .
(IMttinued- 4nos, 4pst, wsdr•)
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For a moment the risen' hesitated,
wondering whether it wouldn't . be
better 1 vhim there to be found
etre to ea e be and
and removed by ',folks with more time
at their disposal. One, doesn't like
tc lose time and be consequently fin-
ed, on account of stopping to pick up
a 'dead trampp; particularly when
Chitistmas ip drawing near and money
so much - needed- that every _perm
counts, ' 1
The thing on the ground, regaining
for a fraction of a second a glint of,
half -consciousness, quivered, moaned
feebly, and lay still again. Human-
ity prevailing, the Poles looked about
for help, but as yet the place was
quite ' deserted. Grumbling, they
wrenched a sldltter .off the Agent's
window, liftedwthe mangled btramp
upon'it, and made straight for"the
Parish HouseL when accidents such
as this happened.to men such as this
weren't the, victims incontinently
turned over to the Parish House peo-
ple? Indeed, there wasn't any place
else for them, unless one excepted the,
rough room at the pill; and the av-
erage •small town jail—ogre wasn't
any exception to the rule—is a place
where a decent veterinary would
scruple to put a sick cur. With him
the Poles brought his sole' luggage, a
package tied up in oilskin, which
they had found lying partly under
him.
We had become accustomed to
these sudden inroads of misfortune,
so he was carried upstairs to the
front Guest Room, fortunately just
then empty. The Poles turned over
to me the heavy package found with
him, stolidly ''requested a note to the
Boas explaining their necessary tard-
iness, and hurried away. They had
done what- they had to do, and they
had no further interest in him- No-
body had any interest, in one of the •
unknown tramps who got themselves
killed -or crippled at Dead Man's
Crossin'. -
The` fellow was shockingly injureI
and we had some strenuous days ma
nights with him, for that which had
been a leg had to come off at th:n
knee; he had lain in the cold fp
some hours, he. had sustained a fright-
ful shock, and he had lost.conlider-
able blood. I am sure that in the
hands of any physician less skilleo
and determined than Westmoreland
be must have gone out. But -West-
moreland, with his jaw set. followed
his code and fenced with death t
this apparently worthless and for-
feited life, using all his skill and fin-
esse to outwit the gr .it Enemy; in
spite of which, eo attenuated was the
man's chance that we were astonish-
ed when he turned the corner --very,
very feebly—and we didn't have to
place another pine box in the potter's
field, alongside other unmarked
mounds whose occupants were other
unknown men, grim causes of Dead
Man's Crossin's sinister name.
The effects of the merciful drugs
that had kept him quiet in time wore
away. Our man woke up one fore-
noon clear-headed, if hollow eyed and
mortally weak. He looked about the
unfamiliar room with wan curiosity,
then his eyes came to Clelie and my-
self, but he did not return the greet-
inge of either. He just stared; he
asked no questions. Presently, very
feebly, he tried to move,—and' found
himself a cripple. He fell back up-
on his pillow, gasping, A horrible
scream -broke from his lips—a scream
of brute rage and mortal fear, as of
a trapped wild beast. He began to
revile heaven- and earth, the doctor,
myself. Clelie, clapping her kande
over her' outraged' ears, fled as if
from fiends. Indeed, never before
nor since haye I heard such a fright-
ful, inhuman power of profanity,
such hideous oaths and threats. When
breath failed him he lay spent and
trembling, his chest rising and fall-
ing to his choking gasps.
• tou had better be thankful your'
life is spared you, young man;” I
said a trifle sharply, my nerves be-
ing somewhat. rasped; for I had
helped .Westmoreland through .more
than eve dreadful night. and I had e
sat long hours by his pillow, waiting' .co
for what seemed the passing 61 a
soul.
Wit of a ,geertulb}g fhaven't• I7 W
have 1 got 'em'{ I'm ;down. and
far fair;' thaelel »;.*hats ThankfulT
Yea nage meas�k anest tQ
when you 'gas li that I�..fedlrli
flashing_ in' your' .brain if ,you"'ve .gPt
any►' . flu and- yO�ur• t nkfulne
e turned•is tlulver'ing,• sacs. a
• attired at tin, wall, .winkkling;:• I Se
dared, heartsick, if ; had ever Se
a more hOpelesely unprepoesessi
',creature.
It wns not' so much physical, h
-curious 'ugliness; the 'dreadful thin
Was that it seemed .to 'be MS i
which informed his flesh",•; an nhe
ent unloveliness of soul Upon whi
the body was Modeled, worked ou
faithfully, and so made visible. Fig
ure to yourself one with the floe shap
of $Jia welter -weight, steel muscled
lithe, powerful, springy,slim in th and waist, broad n the shout
rs; the arms unusually long, giving
'm a terrible reach, the head roup
well shaped, covered with thick red
dish hair,; cold, light; and intelligen
eyes, full of animosity and suspicion
reminding you unpleasantly of the
rattlesnake's look, wary, deadly, and
ready to strike. When- he thought,
his forehead wrinkled. His lips shut
upon each other formidably and with-
out softness, and the jaws ,tbrre}tst for,
ward with the�.effect as of balled fists!
One ear was slightly larger than the
other, having the appearance of a
swelling upon the *lobe. In this' un-
lovely visage, filled with .distrust and
concentvated venom, only the close
retained an indongruous and unex-
pected' niceness. It was a good
straight nose, yet it had something
of the pleasant tiptiltedness •of a
child's. It was the sort of nose which
should have complemented .a mouth
formed for spontaneous laughter,. It
-looked lonesome and out of place in
that set and lowering countenance,
to. which the red straggling stubble
of beard sprouting over jaws and
throat lent a more sinister note.
We had had many a sad and ter-
rible case in our Guest Rooms. but
somehow this seemed the saddest,
hardest and most hopeless we had yet
encountered.
Fon-.three weary weeks had we
struggled with- him, until the doctor
setting with physical relief, said he
Was out •of danger and needed only
such nursing as he was sure to get.
"One does oil a duty as one finds
it, of course," said the big doctor,
looking down at the unpromising face
on the pillow; and shaking his head.
"Yes, yes, yes, one must do what is
right, on the face of it, come what
Will. There's no getting around that.
He glanced at me,, a shadow in his
kind eyes. "But there are times, my
friend, when I wonder! Now, this
morning I -had to tell a working man
his wife's got to die. There's- no
help and no hope—she's got to die,
and she a mother of young children.
So I have to try desperately," said
the -doctor, rubbing his nose, "to cling
tooth and claw to the hope that there
is Something behind the scenes that
knows the forsyard-end of things—
sin and sorrow and disease and suff-
ering and death things—and uses
them always for some beneficent pur-
pose. But in the'meantime the mo-
ther dies, and here you and I have
been used to -save alive a poor use-
less devil of a one -legged tramp,
probably without his consent and
against his will, because it had to be
and we couldn't do anything else!
,blow why? I can't help but won-
der!"
We looked down again, the two of
us, at the face on the pillow. And I
wondered also. with even greater
cause than 'the doctor; for.I had op-
ened the oilskin package the • Poles
found, and it had given me occasion
for feat, reflection, and prayer. I
was startled and alarmed beyond
words, for it contained tools of a
curious and unusual type,—not such
tools as workmen carry abroad in the
light of day.
There was no one to whom I might
confide that unpleasant discovery. I
simply could not terrify my mother,
nor could I in common decency bur-
den the already overburdened doctor.
Nor is our sheriff one' to turn til
readily; he is not a man whose in-
telligence or heart one may admire,
respect, or depend upon. My guest
had come to me with empty pockets
and a burglar's kit; a hint of that,
nd the sheriff had camped on the
arish House front porch with a
Winchester across his knees and hand-
uffs jingling in his pockets. No, I
eldn't consult the law.
I had yet a. deeper and a better
"reason for, waiting, which I find it
rather hard to let down in cold words,
It is this: that as I grow older I
have'•grown more and more convinced
hat not fortuitously, not by. chance,
ever without real and tuner pur-
poses, are we allowed to come vitally
nto each other's lives. I have walk -I
ed up'the steep sides of Calvary to
find out that when another wayfarer
pauses for a space beside us, it is
because one has something to give,
the other something to receive.
We "Slipp�' Me$e e;"
ou I iearnod t
': in Alaerlca" t
ad :what hhlz in hi
ke 'the see ng undorwo
because' the pollee.e
ss#" certain; daring and
an
lanes although fhey
osn, p oaf against pini,shad
ete4°W ins
terious burg
no pasitg
neer to<.a
See s 4' of o liratiRr� Sout� for "
ng whim, gut t • SoutIfe n aatltoritiea.
bad been urgeotlyywg�ggjje�d to look out
' for him; in ooharldit ice the had
been se close upon h a: heels t tat he
! had 'been surrounded'', while •t'on ;g
ch job." Halt an hour- 'iter, and be
would (lave gotten .away with his
1 plunder; but, although', they were ac-
e- Itually upon hinm,• by what seemed tt
miracle of daring and of luck he slip -
he ped through their fingers, escaped
_1 under their very nosee,, leaving no
clue to his wherea)�ouTs He was
d, t supposed to be star in 'hiding in At-
- ' lanta, though as he had no known
t confederates' and always worked a-
, lone and unaided, the ' olice were at
I a loss for information, $The man had
simply vanished after his wont;-- as
if the earth had opened and swallow-
ed him. The papers gave rather full
accounts of some of his oast ex-
ploits, from which one gathered tha't
Slippy McGee was a very noted' per-
sonage in his chosen field. I sat for
a long time staring 'lit, those papers,
and my 'thoughts were uneasy .ones.
What should I do?
I presently decided that I could and
must question my •guest. So far he
had volunteered no information be-
yond the curt statement that his
name was John Flint 'and he was a
hobo because he' liked the trade. He
had been stealing a ride and he had
slipped—and when he woke.'up we
had him and he hadn't his leg. And
if some people knew how to be oblig-
ing they'd make a noise like a hoop
and roll away, so's other' people could
pound their ear in.peace, like that
big stiff of a doctor ordered them to
do,
As I stood by the bed and studied
his sullen, suspicious, unfriendly face,
I came to the conclusion that if this
were not McGee himself it could very
well be some one quite as dangerous.
"Friend," said I, "we do not as a
rule seek information about the
guests in these rooms. We do not
have to; they explain themselves. I
should never question your assertion
that your name is Flint, and I sin-
cerely hdpe it is Flint; but -there
are reasons why I- must and do ask
you for certain definite information
about yourself." •
The hand lying, upon the coverlet
balled into a fist.
"If John Flint's not fancy enough
for you," he suggested truculently,
"suppose you call me Percy? Some
:peach of a moniker, Percy, ain't it?"
"Percy?"
"Sure, Percy," he grinned impu-
dently. "'jut if you \ got' a grouch
Percy, can it, and make me Algy.
I don't mind. It's not me beefing
about monikers; it's you."
"I am also," said I, regarding him
steadily and ignoring his flippancy,
"I am also obliged to ask you what
is your occupation—when you sire
not stealing rides?"
"Looks like it might be answering
questions just now, don't it? What
you want to know for? Whatever it
4e I'm not able to do it now, am I?
But as you're so naturally bellyaching
to know, why, I've been in the ring."
"So I presumed. Thank you," said
I, litely. "And your name is John
F' or Percy, or Algy, just as I
cho e. Percy and Algy are rather
unusual names for a gentleman who
has been in the ring, don't you think."
"I thio," he snarled,'turned'sud-
denly fellycious, "that I'm named
what I dam' please to be named, and
no squeals from skypilots about it,
neither. $ay! what you driving at,
anyhow? If what I tell you ain't
satisfying, suppose you slip over a
moniker to suit yourself—and go a-
way!"
"Oh! Suppose then," said I, with-
out taking my eyes from his, "sup-
pose then, that I chose to call you—
Slippy McGee?" •
• I am sure that only his bodily
weakness kept him from flying at my
throat. As it was, his long arms
with the hands upon them outstretch-
ed like a beast's claws, shot out fer-
ociously. His face contracted hor-
ribly, and of a sudden the sweat
burst out upon it so blindingly that
he had to put up an arm and wipe it
away. For a moment he lay still,
,glaring, panting, helpless; while I
stood and watched him unmoved,
"Ain't you the real little Sherlock
Holm'bs, though?" he jeered present-
ly. "Got Old Sleuth skinned for fair
and Nick Carter eating out of your
hand! You damned skypilot! His
voice cracked. "You're all like! Get
a man on lois back and then put the
screws on nim!"
He glared, "Thankful?" he.
screamed, "Thankful, hell! I've got
to have two good legs to make any
•
This New Discovet'y!
Beautifie's-your hair
Removes dandruff
Stp!ps falling hair
Gros Hair
n
So, upon reflection, I took that oil-
kin
il-kin package weighted. • down with
he seven deadly sins over to the
hurch,' and hid it under the statue
1 St. Stanislaus, whom my Poles
ove, and before whom they come to
neel and pray for particular favors.
tilted the saint back upon his wood-
en stand, and thrust that package up
to where his hands fold over the
sheaf of lilies he carries. , St. Stanis-
leus is a ,beautiful and most holy
youth.- No ane would ever etispoct
him of hiding under his brown habit
burglar's kit!
When I had done this, and stopped
cesay three Hail Marys for guidance
went back to ,the little room called
m study, where my books and papers
fid urge butterfly cabinets and col-
eting outfits were kept, and set
yself seriously to studying my files
f newspapers' beginning at a date
Week preceding my man's , appear -
e
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I made no reply; only a great com-
passion for this mistaken and miser-
able creature surged like a wave over
my heart.
"For God's sake don't stand there
staring like a bughouse'owl!" he grit-
ted. WeII what you going to do?
Bawl for the bulls? What put you
wise?"
Help you to get well. ,No. I op-
ened your bag—and looked up the
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dist alone. Most flips are dopes; but
I was too slick; I cut it out. I knety
if the dope orae gets you, then. the
bujls get next: .Not for Slippy. I've
kept my. head -clear, and that is how
1 I've muddled theirs. They never gat
.1 next to anytbing until I've cleaned,
up and dusted. Why. honest 'to God
I can open any box made, easy as
easy, jest like I can put it all over
any bull alive! That is," a spasm
twisted his face nd to chis .voice
crept the acute nguish of the artist
deprived of all power to create, "that
hs, I could—untileal made that last
getaway on a freight and tidal hap-
pened."
ed."
"I am sorry," said I soothingly,
"that you have lost your leg, of
course. •But better to lose your leg
than your soul, my son. Why, how
do you know—"
He writhed. 'Mneit!" he implor-
ed. "Cut it ouel Ain't I up against
enough now, for God's sake? Down.
and out—and nothing to do but
my soul curry -combed and ,mas
by, a skypilot with both his legs
all his mouth on him! Ain't it
though? Say, yon better send
the cops. •I'd rather stand for
pen than the preaching. What'd
do with my bag, anyway?"
"But I; really have no idea
preaching to you; and I would
ether not send for the police—after-
wards, when you are better, you
do so if you choose. You are a- f
agent. As for your bag, why—it
—it is—in the keeping of the church.
"Huh!" said he, and twisted ,
mouth cynically. "Huh! Then
good-bye tools, I 'suppose- I'm
churchmember, thank God, 'but I
heard that once the Church gets
clamps on anything worth while
hell can't pry her loose,"
Now I don't know why, but
that, suddenly and inexplicably, as
I had glimpsed' a ray of light, 1 f
cheered.
"Why, that's it exactly!" I said,
smiling. "Once the Church gets r
hold of a thing—or a man—worth
while, she holds on so fast that
hell can't pry her loose. Won't y
try to remember that, my son?"
If it's a joke, suck the mart
out sof it yourself," said he sours
"It 'don't lista so horrible funny ,
me. And you haven't peeped yet
bout what you're going to do. I
waiting to hear. I'm real inters
ed,"
"Why, I really don't know ye
said I. still cheerfully. "Suppose
wait and see? Here you are, s
and harmless enough for the pres-
ent. And God is good; perhaps
knows that you and I may need each
other more than you and the poli
need each other—who can tell?
should simply set myself strictly
the task of getting entirely well,
I were you—and let it go at that."
He appeared to reflect; his fore-
head wrinkled painfully.
"Devil -dodger," said he, after
pause, "are you just making noise
with your face, or is that on the lev-
el?"'
That's on the level"
His hard and suspicious eyes bor-
ed into me. -And then, as if ashy
ed of that real feeling, he $cowled.
"Say, if you're really on the leu
I guess you'd better not be flash',
the name of Slippy McGee around
promiscuous," he suggested present-
ly. "It won't do either you or
any good, see? And say. parson,
forget Percy and Algy. How was
to know you'd be so white? .A
lock here: I did know a gink nam
John Flint, once. Only he was cal
ed' -Reddy, because he'd got such
blazing red head and whiskers. He
croaked, so he wouldn't mind ree tie-
ing his moniker, seeing it's not dol
him any good now-"
"Let us agree upon John Flint,"
decided.
"Help yourself," he agreed, equ-
ably.
Clelie, with w
written upon every
brought him his
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grace than' I had yet
vert added a mutter-
ed word of thanks.
"It's funny," he reflected. when the
yellow woman had left the room with
the empty bowl, "it's sure funny, but
d'ye- know, I'm lots easier in my
mind, knowing you know, and not
having to think up a hardluck gag
to hand out to you? I hate like hell
to have to lie, except of course when
I need a smooth spiel for the cops. I
guess I'll snooze a bit now," he add-
ed, as I rose to leave the room. And
as I reached the door;
"Parson?"
"Well?"
"Why—er—come in a bit to -night,
will -you? That is, if you've got
time. And look here: don't you get
the notion in your bean l'm just some
little old two-by-fogqr guy of a yegg 1
or some podr nut ora dip. I'm not.
Why, I've been the whole show and
manager besides. Yep, I'm Slippy 4.,
McGee himself." %
He paused to'1et this sink into my
consciousness. I must confess that l
was more profoundly impressed than
even he had any idea of. And then,
agnanimopsly, he added: "Yoe're
'lure some white .man, parson."
"Thank you, 'John Flint" said I,
with due modesty.
Heaven knows why I should have •
been pleased and hopeful but I was'
My guest was a criminal; he hadn't
shown the slightest sign of
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clouded, and I had - a calm ;intlitsve
assurance' of right. So deeply' did I
'feel this that when I went over•to the
church I 'placed before $t, Stanislaus
a small lamp full of purest olive oil,
which_ is expensive. I felt that he
deserved some colnpensation for bid-
ing that package under his sheaf ,of
lilies, -
The authorities of our small town
knew, of course, that another forlorn
wretch was being cared for at the
Parish House. But had not the Par-
ish House sheltered other such vaga-
bonds ? The sheriff saw , no reason
to give himself the leasteconcerp, be-
yond making the most casual inquiry
If Iwanted the fellow, he was only
too glad to let me keep him. And
who, indeed, would lock for a notdri-i
ous criminal in a Parish House Guest
Room? Who would connect that all
too common occurrence, a tramp
maimed by the railroad, with the
mysterious disappearance of the
crackeman, Slippy McGee? So, for
the present, I could feel sure that the
man wits safe.
And in the meantime. in the order-
ly proeeeding of everyday life, while
he ,gained strength under • my Moth-
er's wise and' careful nursing • and
Westmoreland's wise and careful ov-
erseeing, there came to him those
who were instruments for good—my
mother first, whom, like Clelie, he
never called anything but "Madame"
and whom, like Clelie, he presently
obeyed with unquestioning and child-
like readiness. Now, Madame is a
truly wonderful person when she
deals with people.,like him. Never
for a moment lowering her own -nat-
ural and beautiful dignity, but with-
out a hint of condescension, Madame
manages to find the just level upon
which both can stand as on common
ground; then, without noise, she
helps. and she conveys the itnpression
that thus noiselessly' to help is the
only just, natural and beautiful thing
for any decent person to do, unless,
perhaps, it might be to receive in the
like spirit.
Judge Mayne's son, Laurence, full
of a fresh and boyish enthusiasm,
was such another instrument. He
had a handsome, intelligent face, a
straight and beautiful body, and the
pleansantest voice in the world. His
motherrin her last years had been a
fretful invalid, and to meet her con-
stant demands the judge' and his son
had developed an angelic patience
with weakness. They were both ra-
ther quiet and undemonstrative, this
father and soap the older man, in
fact had a stern visage at first glance
until one learned to know it as the
face of a man trained to restraint
and endurance. As for the boy, no
one could long resist the shrewd, kind
youngster, who could spend'an hour
with the most unlikely invalid and
leave him all the better for it. I was
unusually busy just then, Clelie
frankly hated and feared the man
upstairs, my mother had her hands
full, and there were many heavy and
lonesome hours which Laurence set
himself the task of filling. I left
this to the boy himself, offering no
suggestions.
"Padre," said the boy to me, some
time later, "that chap upstairs is the
hardest nut, I ever tried to crack.
There've been times when I felt
tempted to crack him with a sledge-
hammer, if you want the truth. You
know, he always seemed to like me
to read to him, but I've' never been
able to discover whether or not he
liked what I read. He never asked
me a single question, he never maim-
ed interested enough to make a coin-
ment. But I think that I've made a
dent in him at last."
"A dent! In Flint? With what
adamantine pick ,oh hardiest of
miners ?"
"With a book. Guess!"
"I couldn't. I give up."
"The Bible!" said Laurence,
The Bible! Had I chosen to read
it to him, he would have resented it,
been impervious, suspicious, hostile.
I looked at the boy's laughing face,
and wondered, and wondered.
"And how," said .I, curious, "did
you happen to pitch on the Bible?"
"Why, I got to studying about this
chap. I wanted something that'd
reache him. I was puzzled. And
then pi remembered hearing my fa-
ther say that the Bible is the most
ponvi
for..gp u,
withal tell;
ing.;himt
head over heels 'Li
a l5r2luderfpl old book,
$"gut, so ',Dari in it'aii
got ell about .lohn j1,
pengtl to glance up
Was .,up 'to the eyes'.ill:3•
Waal He likes She fish
gloats, over the spoils,
for more. I think of tern„
loose on him."
"Well; if after the Manneit's
'Paul fought withwild bene
Epltesu "' '
I said bopefuily Q
says he'll be able to hold bid
p amen with Sohn ,Eliot,"
I like Paul best of. all m e
-said Laurence.Yoil ilea �"
P my ;,
father and I have needed ase .of':•.
Paul more than once -to stiffen; our
backbones. So I'ni going to turn the
fighting old saint loose on John Flint
'By, Padre -I'll look in to -morrow+-.. , ,u
I'eft poor old Elijah up in a cave
with no water, and the ravens over-
due!"
' He .went down our garden
whistling, his cap on ,,the back, pj jtittl
head, and I'looked etter•him wi the
warm and comforting' sante that the
world• is just that much better for
such as he.
The boy was now, "in his last high
school year, planning to study -'law;—
all the Maynes took to law, as a duck
sat) water. Brave, simple-headi-
reet, clear_thinkiiig, scrupulously bona
orable,—this was one of the diamonds'
,used to cut the r%ugh hard surface
;of Slippy McGee.
--f
CHAPTER I3I
NEIGHBORS,
On a morning in late March, with
a sweet and fresh wind . -Blowing, , a
clear sun shining, and a sky so full
of soft white woolly clouds that you
might fancy the sky people had turn-
ed their fleecy flock out to graze in
the deep blue pastures, Laurence
Mayne and I brought John Flint
downstairs and rolled him out into
the glad, green garden, in the come
fortable wheel -chair that the mill -
people had given us for a, Christmas
present; my mother and Clelie fol-
lowed, and our little dog Pitache-
marched along, putting on ridiculous
airs of rekponsibility; he being a dog
with a great idea of his own import-
ance and wholly given over to ' the
notion that nothing could go right
if he were not there to superintend -
and oversee it.
The wistaria was in 'her zenith,
girdling the tree tops withamethyst;
the Cherokee roses bad just begun to
reign, all in snow white velvet with
a gold crown and a green girdlerfor
greater glory; the greedy brown
grumbling bees came to her table in
dusty cohorts, and over her green
bowers floated her gayer lovers the
early butterflies, clothed delicately as
in kings' raiment. In the corners
glowed the ruby -colored Japanese
quince, and the long sprays of that
flower I most dearly love, the spring •
like spires which the children call.
bridal wreath, brushed you gently as
you passed the gate. I never see itq
deck itself in bridal white, +I never •
inhale its shy, clean scent, without a
tightening othe threat, a misting
of the eyes, a melting of the heart.
Across our garden and across Miss
Sally Ruth Dexter's youcould see in
Major Appleby Cartwright's yard
the peach trees in pink party dress-
es, ruined by the wind. Down the
paths marched my mother's daffodils
and hyacinths, with hotfey-breathing
sweet alyssum in between. Robins
and wrens; orioles and. mocking birds,
blue jays and jackdaws, thrushes and
blue birds and cardinals, all were
busy house -building; one beard calls
and answers, saw flashes -of painted
wings, followed by outbursts of
ecstasy. If one should lay one's ear
to. the ground on such a morning I
think one might hear the heart of
the world.
(Continued next week.)
The Germans are now convinced
that whoever won the war, they
didn't—Ottawa Journal.
Mussolini knows the ancient trick
of keeping them mad at somebody
else.—Long Beach Telegram
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