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Home My WebLink AboutThe Huron Expositor, 1924-08-15, Page 7tee �� ddr��5�r,�r^VI��,y,��YrhA�'''; .p'T.R• 4Y;M'�MMa4�4Y,h �Y iA M-7ik ,ppy„iip woiztOn RX 9ney 0.gt3Irld .• FC ,ddrese ear Waterpr000g' Ckw, <) ° lbert 1.QttawaR 4 to d HEIRS W. biasing Heirs are p n11sDO t throughout the world, , 'nn►.)00`q are to -day living in comparative pov, arty who are really rich, . but do not know it. Yoii inny be ono 4 Dern. Send for Index Wok, Ors and Next of in, ,containing cares ¢iyauthenticated lista of , mles'ing heirs and unclaimed estates which Piave been advertised -fair, here and abroad: The Index of Missing .Heir we offer for sale contains thousand:- Of housand:orff names which have appeared in American, Canadian, English, Scotch, Irish, Welsh, German, French, Bel- gian, Swedish, Indian,' Colonial, and other newspapers, inserted by lawy- ars, executors, administrators. Also contains list of English and Irish Courts of Chancery and unclaimed Ydividends list of Bank 6f -England. our name or your ancestor's may be in the List. Send 31.0 (one dollar) at once for book. International Claim Agency Dept. 2969 Pittsburgh, Pa., U. S. A. 2930-tf FARMS FOR SALE 100 ACRE FARM FOR SALE. OWNED will sell on reasonable terms for gulch 'ee, ,Sala Apply to R. S. HAYS, Seaforth, Oat 2865-tf ARM FOR SALE.—FOR SALE LOT 2, Concession 7, Tuckersmith, conta1 g 100 acres. On the premises are a brick bbuse and bank barn with cement floors and water in the barn. Would exchange for unimprov- ed farm, near Clinton, Seaford', Dublin or Brueefleld. For further particulars apply to 14. SHANAHAN, Seaforth. - 2934-tf Z'ABM FOR SALE.—FARM OF TWO HUN. dred acres adjoining the Town of Saw forth, conveniently situated to all churches i schools and Collegiate. There is a comfort able brick cottage with a cement kitchen barn 109x66 with stone stabling nnderneatt for 6 heroes, 75 head of cattle and 40 her with steel stanchions and water before ail stock: litter carrier and feed carrier and two cement silos; driving abed and plat, form scales. Watered by a reek well and windmill. The farm is well drained and tr a high state of cultivation. The crop is all to the ground—choice clay loam. Immedi ate poeseseion. Apply to M. BEATON, )a E. 2, Seaferth. Ont. $787-tf rgAR.M. FOR SALE.—FOR SALE, LOT 5 Concession 11, and west half of Lot 6 oonceesion 10, H.R.S.. Tuckeramith, eon. taintng 160 acres. There are on the premises a good two-story brick house with elate roof large bank barn 100x69 feet with first elan stabling, water in the barn, drive shed 26x86 pig house and hen house. Two geed spring evens, also an over -owing spring. Tho farm is all cleared but about 20 acres. The good hardwood bush, principally maple. All well fenced and tile drained. Eight aerie of fall wheat sown, 40 acres ready for spring trop. The farm is situated 7 miles from Seaforth and 4 miles from Hensel., one-half mile from school; rural mail and phone. WIB be sold on easy terms. Unless sold by Spring It will be for rent. For further particulars apply on the premises, or address R. R. Nin 5. E:ippen. ANGUS McKINNON. • 2858 -ti 125 ACRE FARM _FOR SALE.—LOTS 26 and 27. Concession 11, McKWop, four miles from Walton, 6 miles from Seaforth; convenient to blacksmith shop, schools and church 9 acre, good hardwood bush, balance ander cultivation. The farm is tile drained and has all woven wire fencing. There are on the premises a good brick house, 7 rooms and kitchen, cellar ander whole house with Bement floors, slate roof. Bank barn 64x82 with line shaft running up to barn floor, straw shed 85x45, engine room, driving shed and garage; hen house and hog house with cement wall; 8 never failing wells. All the buildings are in first class repair, and the farm is free of weeds. This is one of the best farms in Huron County and will be sold on reasonable terms. For further particulars apply on the premises or address Walton P. O. JOHN G. GR11rVE, 2940-tt DR. D, H. MCINNES CHIROPRACTOR of Wingham, will be at the Commercial Hotel, Seaforth Monday and Thursday Afternoons. Adjustments given for diseases of all kinds. 2943x4 JUNK DEALER 1 will ]buy all kinds of Jutk, liE deei Wool aad Fowl. Will pay good pets 415- Apply to MAX WOLSE, 111411-41 Seater*, OM. Phone 178. THE McKILLOP MUTUAL FIRE INSURANCE CO's'. READ OFFICE—SEAFORTH, ONT OFFICERS: J. Connolly, Goderich - - President Jas. Evans, Beechwood, vice-president D. F. McGregor, Seaforth, Sec. -Tress AGENTS: Alex. Leitch, R. R. No. 1, Clinton; W. E. Hinchley, Seaforth; John Mur- ray, Egmondville; J. W. Yeo, Godee rich; R. G. Jarmuth Brodhagen. DIRECTORS: William. Rion, No. 2, l eaferth; John Benne'ciries, Brodhagen; James Evans Beechwood; M. McEwen, Clin- ton; Junes Connolly, Goderlch; Alex. $toadfoot, No. 8 Seaforth; J. O Grieve, No. 4, Wanton; Robert '� tole, Matlock; George McCartney, No. g, eeftirthe Murr'e 7 Gibson," Brumfield °% r ale or Renu 4411444/41.44 t� ensali "Warren. Livery Barn" --also—. Haat .' alf Lot No. 11, iit11 Core. cession, Hay. Easy terms. Vol' pitsticulars apply to A. MURDOCK, 2932-tf Hellman. "f . F a le r� u deeadea. ' beep.beclime La t de ' d#iae.l•a tri arried I1xA yB p'aani s .iii ,, }rhe d xoreed lSiie, Tera Rtenaxi lid •low 11far,Ohloi#eaa Of Queenehury.. A ;ear months ago, ;fesseica Brown, �tbe. �'olties tit, was dad, to Lite, niter;, i11 Beattio1 by the young Earl lit i .tJr,- 'ek. 'Rind now they sat ejtlee•-Mlillar ;gay marry tI e•.17ar1 orDudley,,: Stilt .a dashing-10oking,. vlvlacioljs oruuette, Gertle Millar • was lgtlg, a ...vorite of .London'audiencee. 'Born s the smoky inda atrial city of Bred - .:rd ie 1880, little Gertie Was la her arly years one of'the host of fac- rory girls wha toiled- in vast, dreary luudings and gotheir romance out of penny novels of the "Earl and the Mill Girl" variety. At twelve she Ieft bele 1paolline to. take the part of_thegirl baby in the. "Babes in the Wood" Christmas pan- tomine at Manchester. After eleven years iia the provinces she appeared on the London stage ,as "Cora Bel- lamy" in "The Toreed'or.'.' The mill 2,erl, who can still dance smartly in he woudea clogs she wore as a Lan- eashire lass, scored a tren7 ndous hit at the Gaiety on that ;occasion and for years played to crowded arouses. "Our Miss Gibbs" saw Gertie Millar .:t her zenith. In 1914 she took to .lit: Music hall stage, where many Oauadians beheld her during the war —anal heard her snappy songs. After her London debut the fascia- sting Miss Millar became the rage vitlh the gilded youth. She counted !ler titled and untitled admirers by he dozen. Her dressingeroom was ,leluged with bouquets and smart young men inundated her with atten- tions. Offers of marriage pouted in. Gertie picked Lionel Monckton, the playwright, from the horde of suitors, and according to the penny novels all should thence have gone as merry as a marriage bell. But the fact that the sparkling actress was now Mrs. Monckton did not deter the love-lorn, and Monckton grew jealous. - One day the young German Baron :Intl von Holtzben, forcing his way into Miss ielillar's dressing room, shot himself through .the heart right be - tore the actress and her maid. The infatuated German fell across her ie seine table, deluging the place with his life blood. Miss Millar was prostrated with the shock and she And her friends declared that she was in no way responsible for the ,else position in which his suicide had placed her. The man's mind nett given way under her refusal to n curage his mad infatuation. But the affair only strengthened Monck- :ou'u belief theta his wife was not playing him fair. He left her, but in revenge refused to let her divorce hint. He bequeathed httr £10,000 ,u his will. Monckton's death the other day has liberated her and now they say she may marry the Earl of Dudley, an old friend and admirer, whose wife was drowned while bathing on the Irish coast in 1920. During her long grass widowhood tire Duke of Westminster, though a seseried man, worshipped at the swine of Gertie Millar. And though his attentions to the actress are said to have been the cause of his divorce from the duchess, who was a god- d:Lughte:r of the late King Edward, the duke is married again to a so- ,:iety woman. It is said that when clic young Duchess of Westnlin- scer first realized her husband's in- fatuation for the queen of the Gaiety Theatre she took to dressing her hair like Gertie Millar, wearing the same styles and colors in gowns, and that she actually took lessons in singing and dancing from a stage trainer. Bat his grace, who is the richest peer in England, owning a square mile of • d,reets and houses in the fashionable West End of London, and rated at iomothing like $30,000,000, ewouid .tot be won hack. Angered at his conduct, Queen 11ary, they say, ordered his name left u the list of invitations to a great .ell. Furious at the slight, the duke ;::;manded his wife to stay away, u1/2. she appeared in the royal salons .at evening and received narked :attention from the King and Queen d other notables. When the .,:chess returned in her motor to ,•usvenor Hoose, Upper Grosvenor meet, early next morning, the front d 'or was locked. A flunkey said his .Aa::,.er had given instructions that .tis disobedient wife was never to 31'003 the threshold again and must oe driven to another of the duke's .buses, which in future would be her .esidence. In vain did the King and .,ueen try to patch it up. In the end ,he Westminsters were divorced and !IQ Is now, the wife of an untitled nen. The Earl of Dudley,' whom rumor lays that Miss Millar is now likely o marry, is ,67 and many times a nillionaire. He fought in South "\frica and was a commandant on the ,ines of communication in France in 1915. Lord Dudley was Under Secre- ary to the Board of Trade in Camp- ,ell-Bannerman's Government, Lord - Lieutenant of Ireland in 1902 'and lovernor-General of Australia from [908 to 1911. He possesses three •.ountry estates and a fine house in Tarleton Gardens, London. Blindness in Egypt. The prevalence of blindness in .%gypt is probably traceable to the Fact that the fiy is sacred in that :ountry. It is said that a mother will int kill a fly nor even brush it from he eyelid of her child. Infeetion Is •ften carried from one child to an- ,ther, and in the case of diseased •yes the malady is spread hi this Wanner; _ Fi Bead s'oa loss has& giving ffult panic - mare of .TrN eh's t rovid-ramous " rep - rt aetiom.forEpilepsy Fite—steeple °Me trenteilent.' Over 30 9e9.919 au0cel9, '3astimonlats from all part9 pf tAogor di aver rale W 0 spar visite at onoetG Zf C,7cH S GtEPdi DfE5 LIMITED 2 eitelansl oc bOat79 odelaideeitia , coli$inued :from teat week. dor au hixur'thal► ntiaiaaeci up the VIM, with sC .reel ,•a wordbetween them •to break.the /*.come, Their paddles rose, and fell. with 'a rhyth- anis =bleu; the water rippled like low music under their canoe; the spell of the silent ¢shores, of voiceless beauty, of the wilderness awakening into day appealed to them both an held them quiet. , The sun broke faintly through the drawn mists .be- hind. Its first rays lighted up Jean- ne's rumpled hair, so that her heavy braid, partly undone and falling upon the luggage behind her, shone in rich and changing colors that fascinated Philip. He had thought that Jean- ne's hair was very dark, but he saw now that it was filled vtrith the rare life of a Titian head, running from red to gold and dark brown, ,with changing shadows and flashes of light. It was beautiful. And Jean- ne, as he looked at her, he thought' to be the most beautiful thing on earth. The movement of her arms, the grace- ful, sinuous twists of her slender body as she put her strength upon the paddle, the poise of her head, the piquant tilt to her chin whenver she turned so that he caught a half pro- file of her flushed, eager face, all fill- ed his cup of admirdtion to overflow- ing. And he found himself wonder- ing, suddenly, how this girl could, be a sister to Pierre Couchee. He saw in her no sign of French or half-breed blood. .Her hair was fine and soft, and waved about her ears and where it fell loose upon the back. The col- or in her cheeks was a delicate as the tints of the bakneesh flower. She had rolled up her broad cuffs to give her greater freedom in paddling, and her arms shone white and firm, glistening with the wet drip of the paddle. He was marveling at her relationship to Pier when she looked back at him, her face aglow with exercise and the spice of the morning, and he saw the sunlight as blue as'he sky above him in her eyes. If he had 'not known, he would have sworn that there was not a drop of Pierre's blood in her veins. "We are coming to the first rapids, M'sieur Philip," she announced. "It is just beyond that ugly mountain of rock ahead of us, and we will have a quarter -mile portage. It is filled with great stones and so swift that Pierre and I nearly wrecked ourselves com- ing down." It was the most that had been said since .the beginning of that wonder- ful hour that had come before the first gleam of sunrise, and Philip, lay- ing his paddle athwart the 'canoe, stretched himself and yawned, as though he had just awakened. "Poor boy," said Jeanne; and it struck him that her words were stran- gely like those which Eileen might have spoken had she been there, only an artless comradeship replaced what would have been Miss Brokaw's tone of intimacy. She added, with gen- uine sympathy in her face and voice: "You must be exhausted, M'sieur Philip. If you were Pierre I should insist upon going ashore for a num- ber of hours. Pierre obeys me when we are together. He calls me his captain. Won't you let me command you?" "If you will let me call you — my captain," replied Philip "Only there is one thing—one reservation. We must go on. Command me in every- thing else, but we must go on—for a time. To -night I will sleep. I will sleep like the dead. So, My Captain," he laughed, "may I have your per- mission to work to -day?" Jeanne was turning the bow shore- ward. Her back was turned to him again. "You have no pity on me," she pouted. "Pierre would be good to me, and we would fish all day in that pretty pool over there. I']l bet it's full of trout." Her words, her manner of speak- ing them, was a new revelation to Philip. She was delightful. He laugh- ed, and his voice rang out in the clear morning like .a school -boy's. Jeanne pretended that she saw noth- ing to laugh at, and no sooner had the canoe touched shore than she sprang lightly out, not waiting for his assist- ance. With a laughing cry, she stumbled and fell. Philip was at her side in an instant. "You shouldn't have done that,55 he objected. "I am your doctor, and I insist that your foot is not well." "But it is!" cried Jeanne, and he saw that there was laughter instead of pain in her eyes. "It's the band- age. My right foot feels like that of a Chinese debutante. Ugh! I'm go- ing to undo it!" "You've been to China, too," mused Philip, half to himself. "I know that it's filled with yellow girls, and that they squeeze their feet like this," said Jeanne, unlacing her moccasin. "My tutor and I have just finished a delightful trip along the Great Wall. We'd go to' Peking, in an automobile, if I wasn't afraid." Philip's groan was audible. He went to the canoe, and Jeanne's red lips cured in a merriment wlitle it was hard for her to suppress. Philip did not see. When he had unloaded the canoe and turned, Jeanne, was walking slowly back and forth, limp- ing a little. "It's all right," she said, answering the buestion on his Iips. "I don't feel arfy pain at all, but my foot is asleep. Won't you please unstrap the email pack? I'rn going to matte my toilet while you are gone with the canoe." Half an hour later Philip unshould- ered the canoe at the upper end of the rapids. His own toilet articles were back in the cabin with Gregson, but he took a wash in the river nand ei .e.-7 �HURON t4i3 t'l ti» i 401' e.5 1/2 lee the a 1i xi bas b1l,a ?;lll''e: ms Eileen;! ft1tif 410e4asllfore hixl� peie Janwpli eyeaptie exnbarrae erea#e ins re.atolela . than he lea ed 44i'gbhed . lid :all fly at thepghts Whickikck eould n reeeai' to Jeanne; and $, shei, her lame k ulaa, kris h; not quic�askk pilo to s.that Twice intagatfoin'hli: expo amadeshe thesportould- age, accompanied the second tii;ne by Jeanne, who inaltt;,ted on earrying a small pack and to►o liaddles, In spite of his determinable and splendid physique, Philip began to feel the 'ef- fects of the tremendous strain which he had been under -for so long. He counted back and found that he had slept but six 'hours stn the last forty- eight. There was (a,warning ache in his shoulders, and • a gnawing pain in the bones of hle°'forearms. But lie knew that he had 'i Qt yet made suf- ficient headway up 'ijhe Churchill. It would not by difficult for him to make a camp back in the bush to avoid discovery; but, at the same time, if he and Jeanne were. ,pursued, thestop would give their enemies a chance to get ahead of them. This danger he wished to escape. He ffattered himself that Jeanne saw no signs of his''weakening. He did not know that Jeanne put more and more effort into her paddle, until her arms and body oohed, because she saw the truth. The Churchill narrowed and its cur- rent became swifter as they progres- sed. Five portages were made be- tween sunrise and eleven o'clock. They ate dinner at the fifi3ll, and rested for two hours. Then the journey was re-,. sumed. It was three o'clock when Jeanne dropped her .paddle and turn- ed to Philip. There were deep lilies in his face. He smiled, but there was more of haggard misery than cheer in the smile. There -was an unnatur- al flush in his cheeks, and he began to 'feel a burning pain where the blow had fallen upon his bead before. For a full half minute, Jeanne looked at him without speaking. "Philip," she said—and it was the first time she had spoken his name in this way, "I insist upon going ashore immediately. If you do not land— now—in that opening ahead, I shall jump out and you can go on alone." "As you say my Captain Jeanne," answered Philip, a little dizzily. Jeanne guided the canoe to the shore, and was the first to spring out, while Philip steadied the light craft with his paddle. She pointed to the luggage. "We will want the tent—every- thing," she said, "because we are go- ing to camp here until to -morrow." Once on shore, Philip's dizziness left him. He pulled thecanoe high up on the bank and then.Jeantle and he set off, side by side, to explore the high, wooded ground bark from the river. They followed a well-worn moose trail, and two or three hundred yards from the stream came upon a small opening cluttered* by great rocks and surrounded by clumps of birch, spruce and banskian pine. The moose trail crossed this rough open space; and, following it to the oppo- site side, Philip and Jeanne came up- on a clear, rippling little stream, scarcely two yards in width, hidden in places under thick caribou moss and jungles of seedling pines. It was an ideal camping spot, and Jeanne gave a little cry of delight when they found the cold water of the creek. Philip then returned- to the river, concealed the canoe, covered up all traces of their landing, and began to carry the camping outfit back to the open. The small silk tent for Jean- ne's use he set up in a little grassy corner of the clearing, and built their fire a dozen paces from it. With a sort of ,thrilling pleasure he began cutting balsam boughs for Jeanne's bed. He cut armful after armful, and it was growing dusk in the for- est by the time he was done. In the glow and the heat of the fire Jean- ne's cheeks were as pink as an apple. She had turned a pig flat rock into a table, and as she busied herself about this she burst suddenly into a soft ripple of song; then, remembering that it was not Pierre who was near her, she stopped. Philip, with his last armful of bedding, was directly be- hind her, and he laughed happily at her over the green mass of balsam when she turned and saw him looking at her. "You like this?" he asked. "It is glorious!" cried Jeanne, her eyes flashing. She seemed to grow taller before him, and stood with her head thrown back, lips parted, gazing upon the wilderness about her. "It is glorious!" she repeated, breathing deeply. "There is nothing in the whole world that could make me give this up, M'sieur Philip. I was born in it. I want to die in it. Only—" Her face clouded for a moment as her eyes rested upon -his. "Your civilization is coming nor6h to spoil it all," she added, and turned to the rock table. Philip dropped his load. "Supper is ready," she said, and the PA dr ri 7or•5c,c;441 COr, o;~ one 'rare hetepert/iar'.eca;:ee'rit9 upon" A $APE AND SUS. P . LOY FOR , AILS REN,, rs. ?it 1mind oIrnpeolSTflt .. ft1 Won Ante, t;era e d + ?1u11p bbe''i4rde,14 l>r1a she Siad wed omit het batare egal , ChurohailR Ztit Jeanne 'did not be . ay herself again,, 014e. urge quiet wh;Y they were eating, and. Philip savt'bhat• she was very tired. When they bad fini ped, they sat for a few minutes watching the lowering flames of the fire. Darkness bad gathered, about them.. Their faces and the rock were iillumi gd more and more faintly as the embers died down, • A silence fell upon them. In the banskians close behind them, an owl hooted softly, a cautious, drumming note, as though the night -bird possessed still a fear of the newly dead day. The brush gave out sound—voices infinitesimal- ly small, strange quiverings, rustl- ings that might have been made by wind, by breath, by shadows, almost. Overhead the tips of the spruce and tall pines whispered among them- selves, as they never commune by day. Spirits seemed to move among theme, sending down to Jeanne's and Philip's listening ears a restful, sleepy murmur. Farther back there: sounded a deep sniff, where a moose, travelling the well-worn trail, stop- ped in sudden fear and wonder at the strange man -scent which came to its nostrils. Arid- still farther, from some little lake nameless and undis- covered in the black depths of the for- est to the south, a great northern loon sent out its cowardly: sry of de- fiance to all night things, and then plunged deep under water, as though frightened into the depbhs by its own mad jargon; the fire died lower. Philip moved a little nearer to the girl, whose breathing he could hear. "Jeanne," he said, softly, fighting to keep himself from touching her hand, "I know what you mean — I understand. Two years ago I gave up civilization for this. I am glad that I wrote to you as I did, for now you will believe me and know that I understand. I love this world up here as you love it. I am never go- ing back again," J'eanne was silent. "But there is one thing, at least one —which I cannot understand in you," he went on, nerving himself for what might come a moment later. "You are of this world—you hate civiliza- tion— and yet you have brought a man into the north to teach you its ways. I mean this man who you say is the most wonderful man in the world." He waited trembling. It seemed an eternity before -Jeanne answered. And then she said: "He is my father, M'sieur Philip." Philip could not speak. Darkness hid him from Jeanne. She did not see that which leaped into his face, and that for a moment he was on the point of flinging himself at her feet. "You spoke of yourself, of Pierre, of your father, and of one other at Fort o' God," said Philip. "I thought that he—the other—was your tutor." "No, it is Pierre's sister," replied Jeanne. "Your sister! You have a sister?" He could hear Jeanne catch her breath, "Listen, M'sieur," she said, after a moment, "I niust tell you a little a- bout Pierre, a story of something that happened a long, long time ago. It was in the middle of a terrible win- ter, and Pierre was then a boy. One day he was out hunting and he came upon a trail—the trail of a woman who had dragged herself through the snow in her moccasined feet. It was far out upon a barren, where there was no life, and he followed. He found her, M'sieur, and she was dead. 'She had died from cold and starvation. An hour sooner he might have saved her, for, wrapped up close against her breast, he found a little child—a baby girl, and she was alive. He brought her to Fort o' God, M'sieur— to a noble man who lived there al- most alone; and there, through all these years she has lived and grown up. And no one knows who her mo- ther was, or who her father was, and so it happens that Pierre, who found her, is her brother, and the man who has loved her and cared for her is her father." "And she is the other at Fort o' God—Pierre's sister," said Philip. Jeanne rose from the rock and moved toward the tent, glimmering indistinctly in the night. Her voice came back chokingly. "No, M'sieur. Pierre's real sister is at Fort o' God. I am the one whom he found out on the barren." . To the night sounds there was add- ed a heartbroken sob, and Jeanne dis- appeared in the tent. L, XIV Philip sat where Jeanne had left him. He was powerless to move or to say a word that might have re- called her. Her own grief, quivering in .that one piteous sob, overwhelmed him. It held him mute and listening, with the hope that, each instant the tent, flap might open and Jeanne re- appear. And yet if she came he had no words to say. Unwittingly he had probed deep into one of those wounds that never hell, and he realized that to ask forgiveness would be but an- other blunder. PIe almost groaned as he thovtght of what he had done. in hie desire to understand, to know more about Jeanne, he had driven her into a corner. What he had forced might have learned a her he from little later from Pierre or from the father at Fort o" God. He thought tthee Jeanne must despise him new, fox be lied :taken advantage of Ise fmtileeeeee,$, d hila owls poBltlun: Re lAdfi Sit (al bs i }1'[jo her, eilewiuii; find iIi 1 �ttAj`it llti lid evened ,iii 1 helirt, elf t 41x1 F.00'011 , s' hi . lye$, iehtt 1;,10:4-0, • lil li a> nut a kt .iltlntrt'ky "i" l �e� i Kli ,a � 4� A Iditr3%tflt hung sSe i , .°i. 41' 11Aa,gile a£4011- ° • :':ishs ,,.yy.V�, ;1/21 )i which / told of his had died, mid of 4Rtilr he had worabi 'with the others. I 1.nitres to her 'se be wo414 hive ] them to the gieter, had aha and J+e a lie's soft blue eyes woe, ed with tenderisers and s MA . there he talked of A _ 1)ifG$d, Wihen ht el�:ow. IIo it;lsrls dthin i itEine who gwalt sationedcall citiee and great, pee - and W01110114 Her let . zecl' litr. �ihe iufgltt l.eouvPhixe. One would °� that :lie had we. ill i l Irl%aa �� , t1- � -.: ,.i �',t�ll!, ,,�1+ • : , e ice: i .I4 riai 1 '. tobakielc0. h: happened, ,da'id $ p disclose his "h t the ghee .514. a c44 s S r She -was ,aloha",W1 him ;tit' 1g Vit! OUR wilderness, dependent uIS.pe upon . his honor; "de ahiyared. Ve: lie thought how narrow pedbeen,* escape, how short a time.. be 'Itad known. her, and haw hy that bet' whlili aoaa 't spell he hadgiven himeelf ui au sing almost insane . �i;1i ,q?"+� i �'•. na hope. To:.aim . Jean Tie 1;1* sr, . &Ire was tie at '.Folt't embodiment, in flesh and blood, of -most wonderflzl ne was not a stranger. the spirit which had been his conn- out of a eitaild pil Eanra faor so long • He • loved her .f* rest, of•a.,:sa ire more n ever now, for Jeane-,tile ;made ,Leanne., lost child d,AAthe shows was more •tb lonaMt.w, earthly revelation of his beloved spilt The af;tarngdir•,;I}ai it than Jeanne the sister of Pierre. made .thirty 441 _- But—what was he to Jeanne? eauuped for tate, 14g1*',elr� s He left the fire and''wentto the Jed the next day, and pile of balsam which. he had spread followed. O.n the efternooxi � $ out between t'ko rocks -,for his bed. fourththey- Were 4,ploa0l;` He lay down and pulled Pierre's. blah- Thunder Itap,ide, close fo it het over him, but his fatigue andhis of the Little Churchill, 1xtI1 d desire for sleep seemed to have left from Fort o' God, him, and it was a long time before These days, too, passed for.'E slumber finally drove from him the with joyous swiftness, atviftly; thought of what he had done. After cause they weretoo ah' t ori that he did not move. He'heard none His life, now, was '`Jeanne;:] +'ac;' of the sounds of the night. A little she became a more vital part o owl, the devil -witch, screamed hor- She crept iirto' his aeul l tit ri'bly overhead and awakened Jean- was no Monger left room, f`4 any, ne, who sat up for a few moments thought titan of 'tier. And in her balsam bed, white-faced and happiness was taMpered .'hy a tihlng- shivering. But Philip slept. Long which, it not grief, " depressed '..alsd afterward something warrn awakened saddened him at " times ' 'TWO " days - him, and he opened his eyes, think- more and they would be" `t Fol'' o' ing that it was the glow of the fire God, and there. Jeanne would be nee in his face. It was the sun. He longer his own, as she was now. ; rveu heard a sound which brought him the wilderness has its ebnventiolnal- quickly inter consciousness of day. It ity, and at Fort o' God their coni - was Jeanne singing softly over be- radeship would end. A day of>..'xeat,. ,gond the rocks. two at the most, and he would leave' He had dreaded the coming of for the camp on Blind 'Indian' Lake. morning, when he would have to face As the time drew nearer when thy' , Jeanne. His guilt hung heavily up- would be but fniews and id) ;longer on him. But the sound of her voice, coinrades, Philip could • not always low and sweet, filled with the carrol- hide the signs of gloom which weigh, ing happiness of a bird, brought a ed upon him, He revealed nothing in glad smile to his lips. After all, words; but now and then Jeanne had Jeanne had understood him. She had caught him when the fears at` h`is forgiven him, if she had not forgot- heart betrayed themselves in his face. ten. Jeanne became happier as their sour -- For the first time he noticed the ney approached its end. She :.was a - height of the sun, and he set bolt up- live every moment, joyous, expectant,. right. Jeanne saw his head and looking ahead to Fort d' God; and shoulders pop over the top of the this in itself was a bitterness to Phil - rocks, and she laughed at him from ip, though he knew that he was •-a. their stone table. fool for allowing it toebe so. He rea- "I've been keeping breakfast for soned, with dull, masculine wit, that over an hour, M'sieur Philip," she if Jearme cared for hien -at all she cried. "Hurry down to the creek and would -not be s ' anxl''otia foe their: wash yourself, or I shall eat all a- comradeship to end. But these moofls lone!" - when they came, passed quickly. And Philip rose stupidly and looked at on this afternoon of the fourth day his watch. they passed away entirely, for in an "Eight o'clock!" he gasped. -f" nstant there came a solution to it should have been ten miles on the 11. They had known each other but way by this time!" four des, yet that brief time had Jeanne was still laughing at him. encompassed what might not have Like sunlight she dispelled his gloom been in as many years.' Life, smooth, of the night before. A glance around uneventful, develops friendship slow the camp showed him that she must ly; an hour of the unusual may lay have been awake for at least two bare a soul. Philip thought of Eileen hours. The packs were filled and Brokaw, whose heart was still a strapned. The silken tent was down closed mystery to him; who was a and folded. She had gathered wood, stranger, in spite of the years he had built the fire, and cooked breakfast known her. In four days he had while he slept. And now she stood known Jeanne a lifetime; in those a dozen paces from him, bushing a four days Jeanne had learned more little at his amazed stare, waiting of him that Eileen Brokaw could ever - for him. know. So he arrived at the resole- "It's deuced good of you, Miss Jean- tion which made him, too, look eag•t ne!" he exclaimed. "I don't deserve erly ahead to the end of the journey]. such kindness from you." At Fort o' God he would 'tell Jeanne • I!" said Jeanne, and that was of his love. all. he bent over the fire, and Phil- Jeanne was looking at him when ip went to the creek. the determination came. She saw He was determined now to main- the gloom pass, a mountsinto his face tain a more certain hold upon him- and when he saw her eyes upon him self. ' As he doused his face in the he laughed, without knowing why. cold water his resolutions formed "If it is so funny," she said, "please themselves. For the next few days tell me." he would forget everything but the It was a temptation, but he resist - one fact that Jeanne was in his care; ed it. he would not hurt her again or com- "It is a secret," he said, "which I pel' her confidence. shall keep until we reach Fort o' It was after nine o'clock before God." they were upon the river. They pad- Jeanne turned her face up -stream died without a rest until twelve. Af- to listen. A dozen times she had ter lunch Philip confiscated Jeanne's done this during the last half-hour, paddle and made her sit facing him in and Philip had listened with her. At, the canoe. first they had heard a ,distant mur- The afternoon passed like a dream our, rising as they advanced, like an to Philip. He did not refer again to autumn wind that grows stronger Fort o' God or the people there; he each moment in the tree -tops. The did not speak again of Eileen Brokaw murmur was steady -now, without the of Lord Fitzhugh, or of Pierre. He variations of a wind. It was the dist- talked of himself and of those things ant roaring of the rocks and rushing floods of Big Thunder Rapids. It grew steadily from a murmur to a moan, from a moan to rumbling thun- der. The current became so swift that Philip was compelled to use all his strength to force the anoe a- head. A few moments la r he turn- ed into shore. From where theyland, a worn trail led up to one of the precipitous walls of rock and shut in the Big Thunder Rapids. Everything about them was rock. The trail was over rock, worn smooth by the countless feet of centuries—clawed feet, naked feet, moccasined feet, the feet Of . " white men. It was the Great Port- INoSIS'G 9 finless You see the age, for animal as well as man. Phil "Ba er Cross" on tablets you ip went up with the pack, and Jean- y y ne followed behind him. The thunder are not getting the genuine increased. It roared in their ears un- Bayer'. Aspirin prayed safe by own they ces ulaDirectly no longer bove the ahear r'r millions an lrrescribed ly phy- ids the trail was narrow, scare SiCianS for 4 years. eight feet in width, shut in on the �iCCe only fl land side by a mountain wall, oto _ other by the precipice. P1131dp l'eolt- `�:� Bayer peonage ed behind, and saw Jeanne 'hlriit close to the wall. Her face +tat white, her eyes shone With terror and awe. He spoke to her, hut. hhhe ettee onely the movement of his laps, 'i isit4 he put down his peek and Wang cxltte to the edge of .the precipice. --A ;4 R 1; 'i •i u u?t cr SPIRI Say '1;layer Aspirin" 5 which contains proven directions Handy "Bayer" boxes of 12 tablets Also bottles of 24 and 100—Dtugggiste Aapirth 19 tbo trade marry (tae itergd i1 Canada) of Brayer rdanufao uric of L7afllty eeetlemeteeet r o2 Solterecaeid 7 -. (Continued ilmtweek!) ti l.� is