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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Huron Expositor, 1929-10-18, Page 7ll l YQo a >lA IOUP PvaO Crriadaawte 1�1a Ildediefaat, Thain Late alaiatant New Teaks Oplitl ala Mai and Anti's] Institute, Noorefdeld's axed Golden Square Throat Hos- t>mfle, London, Eng. At Commercial otefl, Seafortla .third Monday in each• months, gee Ib a.m. to 3 pan. iW'aterIee Straet, South, Stra oad. ons 267, Stratford. Neat viaait in September. RUPTURE SPEC/AIL M Rupture, Varicocele, Varicose Vetlne, Albdoaninal Weakness Spinal 1fDefeeim- at'�'. C usultation SFree. Caul or cacite. J. G. SMITi-!, British Appli- ance Specialist, 15 Downie St., Strat- ford, Ont. 82024bn LEGAL Phone No. 911 JOHN J. 1HIUGGA1181D Barrister, Solicitor, Notary Public, Etc. Ileattie Block - - Seaforth, Ont R. S. IHIAYS Barrister, Solicitor, Conveyancer (a»! Notary Public. Solicitor for the Dominion Bank. Office in rear of the Dominion !: ank, Seaforth. Money to Roan. EST s I:.EST arresters, Solicitors, Couveyan- eara and Notaries Public, Etc. Office flea the Edge Building, opposite The i'u'spositor Office. VETE i" INARY JOHN GRIEVE, V.S. onor graduate of Ontario Veterin- ary College. All diseases of domestic animals treated. Calls promptly at- tended to and charges moderate. Vet- esinary Dentistry a specialty. Office and residence on Goderich Street, one door east of Dr. Mackay's O',lice, Sea- 4orth. A. R. CAMPBELL, V.S. Graduate of Ontario Veterinary College, University of Toronto. All t seases of domestic animals treated by the most modern principles. Charges reasonable. Day or night alts promptly attended to. Office on Main Street, Hensall, opposite Town 11. Phone 116. MEDICAL DR. W. C. SiPROAT Graduate of Faculty of Medicine, 'University of Western Ontario, Lon- don. Member of College of Physic- ians and Surgeons of Ontario. Office lin Aberhart's Drug Store, Main St., L8eaforth. Phone 90. D ]R. I'. I. DOUGALL onor graduate of Faculty of aF edicine and Master of Science, Uni- versity of Western Ontario, London. Member of College of Physicians and Surgeons of Ontario. Office 2 doors wast of post office. Phone 56, Hensall, Ontario. 3004-tf DR. A. NEWTON-BRADY Bayfield. Graduate Dublin University, Ire- Iland. Late Extern Assistant Master Rotunda +Hospital for Women and Children, Dublin. OflBce at residence lately occupied by Mrs. Parsons. Hours, 9 to 10 a.m., 6 to 7 p.m.; Sundays, 1 to 2 pari,,, 2866-26 DR. F. A. BURROWS 0 c and residence Goderich Street, coast of the Methodist Church, Sea- ffcrth. Phone 46. Coroner for the County of Huron. DI^. C. MACKAY C. Mackay, honor graduate of Trin- flty University, and gold medalist of Trinity Medical College; member of the College of Physicians and Sur- geons of Ontario. DR- 1111. IBIUGH ROSS Graduate of University of Toronto 3Faculty of Medicine, member of Col- lege of Physicians and Surgeons of Ontario; pass graduate courses in Chicago Clinical School of Chicago ; Royal Ophthalmic Hospital, London, England; University Hospital, Lon- don, England. Office—Back of Do- minion Bank, Seaforth. Phone No. 5. Night calls answered from residence, Victoria Street, Seaforth. a DR. J. A. MUNN Successor to Dr. R. R. Roes Graduate of Northwestern Univers- ity, Chicago, I11. Licentiate Royal College of Dental Surgeons, Toronto. Office over Sills' Hardware, Main St., Seaforth. Phone 151. Di". F. S. I:ECEEILY Graduate Royal College of Dental Surgeons, Toronto. Office over W. R. Smith's, Grocery, Main Street, Sea - forth. Phones: Office, 18'5 W; resi- dence, 185 J. 3056-tf CONSULTING ENGIINEER S. W. Archibald, B.A.Sc. (Tor.), O.L.S., Registered Professional En- gineer and Land Surveyor. Associate Member Engineering Institute of Can- ada. 0,i'. ce Seaforth, Ontario. AUCTIIONEERS TIHIOMAS ROWN Licensed auctioneer for the counties of Huron and Perth. Correspondence arrangements for ' sale dates can be made by calling The Expositor 0l'lce, Seaforth. Charges moderate, a n d satisfaction guaranteed. Phone 802. OSCAR ISLOPiP Manor Graduate Carey Jones' Na- tional School of Auctioneering, Chi- cago. Special course taken in lure Bred Live Stock, Real &tate, Mer- chandise and F nrm Sales. !.' :,teo l.a lteoping with prey Bing market. Sat- iafaction assured. Write or wire, Omar Klopp, Zurich, Ont. Phone, 1848. 2866-25 I11 T. iLUiiIl;JL U onned auctioneer for the Countiy ®f2 Huron. galea rstfuand©d to in call parte of the -county. ;' ovmn, onro' on- verticee inn n : n4tabo [i:� �ortarei-- Carsm Torlbmo Ves notah9c. Probt6 1t� 17 rr 111luaetor, osze rA> a p�., ¢ o. 1. Orden, loft nt Tura • ti tr oeitorr Odle©, tlloa2errtib, sworn} gip at - (Continued from last week) "We'll hare it anyway, Bateese. Where is St Pierre, and when shall we see him?" Bateese shrugged his shoulders. "MMb!by week, many more. !:! e logig way off," "Ishe an old man?" Slowly ]Bateese turned David about until he was facing him. "You ask not'ing more about St. Pierre," he warned. "No mans talk 'bout St. Pierre. Only wan—ma belle Jeannie. You ask her, an' she tell you shut up. W'en you don't shut up she call Bateese to 'brak your head." "You're a—a sort of all-round head breaker, as I understand it," grunt- ed David, walking slowly back to his bed. "Will you bring me my pack and clothes in the morning? I want to shave and dress." Bateese was ahead of him, smooth- ing the pillows and straightening out the rumpled bed -clothes. His huge hands were quick and capable as a woman's, and David could not keep himself from chuckling at this fem- inine ingeniousness ;of the powerful half-breed. Once in the crush of those gorilla -like arms that were working over his bed now, he thought, and it would be all over with the strongest man in "N" Division. Bateese heard the chuckle and looked up. "Somet'ing ver' funny once more, is eet—tw'at?" he demanded. • "I was thinking, Bateese—what will happen to me if you get me in those arms when we fight? But it isn't going to happen. I fight with my fists, and I'm going to batter you up •so badly that nobody will recog- i'rize you for a long time." ° "You Wait!" exploded Bateese, making a horrible grimace. "I choke you lak w'ite bear, I t'row you ovair my should'r, .1 mash you lak leetle strawberr', 1 ti He paused in his task to advance with a formidable gesture. "Not now," warned Carrigan. "I'm still a bit groggy, Bateese." He point- ed down at the bed. "I'm driving her from that," he said. "I don't like it. Is she sleepin' over there—in the camp?" "Mebby---an" mebby not, m'sieu," growled ateese. "You ma' guess, eh?" • He began extinguishing the lights, until only the one nearest the door was left burning. He did not turn toward Carrigan or speak to him a- gain. When he went out, David heard the click of a lock in the door. Bateese had not exaggerated. It was the intention of St. Pierre's wife that he should consider himself a prisoner —at least for to -night. He had no desire to lie down again. There was an unsteadiness in his legs bit outside of that the evil of his sickness no longer oppressed him. The staff doctor at the Landing would probably have called him a fool for not convalescing in the usual pre- scribed way, but Carrigan was al- ready beginning to feel the demand for action. In spite of what physical effort he had made, his head did not hurt him, and his mind was keenly alive. He returned to the window through which he could see the fires on the western shore, and found no difficulty in opening it. A strong screen netting kept him from thrust- ing out his head and shoulders. Through it oame the cool night breeze of the river. It seemed good to fill his lungs with it again and smell the fresh aroma of the forest. It was very dark, and the fires across the river were brighter because of the deep gloom. There was no promise of the moon in the sky. He could not see a star. From far in the west he caught the low intonation of thun- der. Carrigan turned from the window to the end of the cabin in which the piano stood. Here, too, was the sec- ond divan, and he saw the meaning now •of two close -tied curtains, one at each side of the oabin. Drawn to- gether on a taut wire stretched two inches under the ceiling, they shut off this end of the bateau and turned at least a third of the cabin into the privacy of the woman's bedroom. With growing uneasiness David saw the evidences that this had been her sleeping apartment. At each side of the piano was a small door, and he opened one of these just enough to discover that it was a wardrobe clos- et. A third door opened on the shore side of the bateau, but this was lock- ed. Shut out from the view of the lower end of the cabin byes Japanese screen were a small dresser and a mirror. In the dim illumination that came from the distant lamp David bent over the open sheet of music on the piano. It was Mascagni's Aive Maria. Has blood tingled. His brain was stirred by a new emotion, a growing thing that made him uneasy and fills ed him with a strange restlessness. He felt as though he had come sud- denly to the edge of a great danger; somewhere within him an intelligence seized upon it and understood. Yet it was not physical enough for him to fight. It wass, a danger wh6eh crept up and about him, something which he could not see or touch and yet which made his heart beat faster and the blood come into his face. It drew him, triumphed overr him, drag- ged his hand forth until his fingers closed upon a lacy ,crumpled bit of a handkerchief that lay on the edge of the piano keys. It wan the woman's' ha.ndke schi +', and like a Clef he raised it slowly. It maenad( faintly of cruel -teal violets; it wart as 12 able were bending over him in hie Isichneas again, and it Wan her 'breath h'ag came to him. He taw not tliitnbingg of her as St. Mentes Fife. And then sharply he caught lthisaelf and plontl Pro at ed the �.�.� ei.'.��EB Asa � �.,� �.ie a�'iD® keys. •! a, tried to laugh at himself, but there was .an emptiness where a moment before iliere bad bean that thrill of which he was now ashamed. He turned back to the window. The thunder had come nearer. IIt was coming up fast out of the west, and with it a darkness that was like the blackness of a pit. A dead stillness was proceeding it now, and in that stillness it seemed to Carrigan that he could hear the soapy, slitting sound of the streaming flashes of electrical fire that blazoned the ad- vance of the storm. The camp -fires across the river were dying down. One of them went mut as he looked at it, and he stared into the darkness as if trying to pierce distance and gloom to see what sort of a shelter it was that St. Pierre's wife had over there. And there came over him in these moments a desire that was al- most cowardly. It was the desire to escape, to leave behind him the memory of the rock and of St. Pier-ie's wife, •and to pursue once more his own great adventure, the quest of Black Roger Audemard. He heard the rain coming. At first the sound of it was like the pattering of ten million tiny feet in dry leaves; then, suddenly, it was like the roar of an avalanche. It was an inunda- tion, and with it came crash after crash of thunder, and the black skies were illumined by an almost uninter- rupted( glare of lightning. It had been a long time since Carrigan had felt the shock of such a storm. He closed the window to keep the rain out, and after that stood with his face flattened against the glass, star- ing over the river. The camp -fires were all gone now, blotted out like so many candles snuffed between thumb and forefinger, and he shud- dered. No canvas ever male would keep that deluge out. And now there was growing up a wind with it. The tents on the other side would be beat- en down like pegged sheets of paper, ripped up and torn to pieces. He im- agined St. Pierre's wife in that tu- mult and distress --the breath blown out of her, half drowned, blinded by deluge and lightning, broken and beaten because of him. Thought of her companions did not ease his mind. Human hands were entirely inade- quate to cope with a storm like this that was rocking the earth about him. Suddenly he went to the door, de- termined that if Bateese was outside he would get some satisfaction out of him or challenge him to a fight right there. He beat against it, first with one fist and then with both. He shout- ed. There was no response. Then he exerted his strength •and his weight against the door. It was solid. He was half turned when his eyes discovered, in a corner where the lamplight struck dimly, his pack and clothes. In thirty seconds he had his pipe and tobacco. After that for half an hour he paced up and down the cabin, while the storm crashed and thundered as if bent upon destroying all life off the face of the earth. Comforted by the company of his pipe, Carrigan did not beat at the door again. He waited, and at the end of another half-hour the storm had softened down into a steady pat- ter of rain. The thunder had travel- led east, and the lightning had gone with it. David opened the window a- gain. The air that came in was rain sweet, soft, and warm. He puffed out a cloud of smoke and smiled. His pipe always brought his good humor to the surface, even in the worst places. St. Pierre's wife had cer- tainly had a good soaking. And in a way the whole thing was a bit funny. He was thinking now of a poor little golden -plumaged partridge soaked to the skin with its tail - feathers dragging pathetically. Grin- ning, he told himself that it was an insult to think of her and a half - drowned partridge in the same breath. But the smile still remained, and he chuckled. Probably she was wringing out her clothes now, and the men were cursing under their breath while trying to light a fire. He watched for the fire. It failed to appear. Probably she was hating him for bringing all this discomfort and hum- iliation upon her. It was not impos- sible that to -morrow she would give Bateese permission to brain him. And St. Pierre? What would this man, her husband, think and do if he knew that his wife had given up her bedroom to this stranger? What complications might arise if he knew! It was late—past midnight—when S1TPAW rFFair h 2 -:Di@ra Xruschen Salto will give many a Pat ercon a joyous ourprise. You can ock pounds off your weight and yearn off your age this cafe and enoy way. Every morning take " the little daily docs of Kruochen in a ghee of hot water before breakfast. This will meso that every particle of poisonous wants matter and harmful acids and gases is being expelled from the system. They are the cause of all the trouble because they remain in the system and accumu- late in the form of excess, unhealthy fat. " 1 have lost several pounds in less than 2 weeks. It is so safe and easy. No dieting, no drugs. I have tried several other way®, but with no good] result. 1Knrschen ie all you claim it to be." hro. E. H. After three or four weeks of the little daily dose, get on to the scaled and see how many pounds of fat you have loot. Your mirror also will tell you what you have gained in health and vigour. Your eyes will 9,n rkle, youwalmn will be clearer, you will feel unbelievably youthfai and eve�r�_3ettis---you will feel any pouindo lighter and many yeah :younger." 'Carrigan went to bad. Even then be did not -sleep for a long time. The patter of the rain graw less and less on the roof of the bateau, and as the sound of it droned itself off into noth- ingness, slumber came. David was conscious of the moment when the rain ceased entirely, ' Then he adept. At least he must have been very close to sleep, or had been asleep end was returning for a moment close to consciousness, when he heard a voice. It came several timed before he was roused enough to realize that it was a voice. Add then, suddenly, piercing his slowly wakening brain almost with the shock of one of the thunder crashes, it came to him so distinctly that he found himself sitting up straight, his hands clenched, eyes staring in the darkness, waiting for it to come again. Somewhere very near him, in hie room, within the reach of his hands a strange and indescribable voice had cried out in the darkness the words which twice before had beat them- selves 'mysteriously into David Carri- gan's •brain--"FI'as any one seen Black Roger Audemard? Has any one seen Black Roger Audemard?" And David, holding his breath, lis- tened for the sound of another breath which he knew was in that room. IX For perhaps a minute Carrigan made no sound that could have been heard three feet away from him. It was not fear that hell him quiet. It was something which he could not ex- plain afterward, the sensation, per- haps, of one who feels himself con- fronted for a moment by a presence more potent than that of flesh and blood. Bk Roger Audemard ! Three timee, twice in his sickness, some one had cried out that name in his ears since the hour when St. Pierre's wife had ambushed him on the white carpet of sand. And the ,voice was now in his room! Was it Bateese, inspired by some sort of malformed humor? Carrigan listened. Another minute passed. He reached out a hand and groped about him, very careful not to make a sound, urged by the feeling that some one was almost within reach of him. He flung back his blanket and stood out in the middle of the floor. Still he heard no movement, no soft footfalls of retreat or advance. He lighted a match and held it high above- his head. In its • yellow illum- ination hecould see nothing alive. He lighted a lamp. The cabin was emp- ty. He drew a deep breath and went to the window. I.t was still open. The voice had undoubtedly come to him through that window, and he fancied he could see where the screen netting was crusthed a bit inward, as though a face had pressed heavily against it. Outside the night was beautifully calm. The sky, washed by storm, was bright with stars. But tbere was not a ripple of movement that he could hear. After that be looked at his watch. He must have been sleeping for some time when the voice roused him, for it was nearly three o'clock. In spite of the stars, dawn was close at hand. When he looked out of the window again they were paler and more dist- ant. He had no intention of going back to bed. He was restless and felt himself surrendering more and more to the grip of presentiment. It was still early, not later than six o'clock, when Bateese came in with his breakfast. Ile was surpris- ed, as he had heard no movement or sound of voices to give evidence of life anywhere near the bateau. In- stantly he made up his mined that it was not Bateese who had uttered the mysterious words of a few hours ago for the half-breed had evidently ex- perienced a most uncomfortable night. He was like a rat recently pulled out of water. His clothes hung upon him sodden and heavy, his head kerchief dripped, and his lank hair was wet. He slammed the breakfast things down on the table and went out again without so much as nodding at his prisoner. Again a .sense of discomfort and shame swept over David, as he sat down bo breakfast. Here he was com- fortably, even luxuriously, housed, while out there somewhere St. Pierre's lovely wife was drenched and even more miserable than Bateese. And the breakfast amazed him. It was not so much the caribou tenderloin, rich in its own red juice, or the potato or the pot of coffee that was filling the cabin with its aroma, that roused his wonder, but the hot, brown muf- fins that accompanied the other things. Mullins! And after a deluge that had drowned every square inch of the earth! How had Bateese turned the trick ? Bateese did not return immediate- ly for the dishes, and for half an hour after he had finished breakfast Carri- gan smoked his pipe and watched the blue haze of fire on the far side of the river. The world was a blaze of sunlit .glory.. His imoaginfation carried him across the river. Somewhere ov- er there, in an open spot where the sun was blazing, Jeanne (Marie -Anne was probably drying herself after the night of storm. There wan but little doubt in his mind that she was ml - re: n!y heaping the ignominy of blame upon .him. That was the woman of it. A knock; at hiss door drew bin a- bout. lit was a light, quick tap, trip, tap --not like the fist of either Bat - ease oP RT,epapinas. In another Mars- ent the dangle g olran. dsuld in r 0 flood oat en -alight that Pond] into eaateun ourgib. l", 2rre'C, val101 7 S RVIC S MALIL and moderate mind accow e as well p lare ones are welcomed by the Bank of Montteaill. The .. service of this ]Barak is aterr-.l to all andthe quality ©f that service is the same ,717zerever -a m wi x,' Berl ver' k %3 trenndeired. Eastsallitgled. 121).7 TOTAL ASSISTS EXCESS 0I2 OCITAIDDITC3 HOMO] ]Brands: L. R. COI RS, Manager Clime rut ]Brot hs DHL FlIn1il1P, l tin �r Brucefield (Sub -Agency); Open Tuesday and Friday It was not her presence, but the beauty of her that held him spell- bound. It was a sort of shock after the rvivid imaginings of his mind in which he had seen her beaten and tortured by storm. Her hair, glow- ing in the sun and piled up in shining coils on the crown of her head, was not wet. She was not the rain -beat- en little partridge that had passed in tragic bedraggdement through , iris mind. 'Storm had not touched her. Her cheeks were soft with the warm flush of long hours of sleep. When she came in, her lips greeting him with a little smile, all that he had built up for himself in the hours of the night crumbled away in dust. A- gain he forgot for a moment that she was St. Pierre's wife. She was wo- man, and as he looked upon her now, the most adorable woman in all the world. "You are better this morning," she said. Real pleasure shone in her eyes, She had left the door open, so that the sun filled the room. "I think the storm helped you. Wasn't it splen- did ? " David swallowed hard. "Quite splendid," he managed to say. "Have you seen Bateese this morning?" A little note of laughter cause int) her throat. "Yes. I don't think he liked it. He doesn't understand why I love storms. Did you sleep well, M'sieu Carrigan?" "An hour or two, I think. I was worrying about you. I didn't like the thought that I had turned you out in- to the storm. But it doesn't seem to have touched you." "No. I was there—quite comfort- able." She nodded to the forward bulkhead of the cabin, beyond the wardrobe closets and the piano. There is a little dining room and kitchenette ahead," she explained. "Didn't Ba- teese tell you that?" "No, he didn't. I asked him where you were, and I think he told me to shut up." "Bateese is very odd," said St. Pierre's wife. "He is exceedingly jealous of me, M'sieu David. Even when I was a baby and he carried me about in his arms, he was just, that way. Bateese, you know, is older than he appears. He is fifty-one." She was moving about, quite as if his presence was in no way going to disturb her usual duties of the day. She rearranged the damask curtains which he had crumpled with his hands, placed two or three chairs in their usual places, and moved from this to that with the air of a housewife who is in the habit of brushing up a bit in the morning. She seemed not at all embarrassed because he was her prisoner, nor un- comfortably restrained because of the message she had sent to him by Ba- teese. She was warmly and glorious- ly human. In her apparent uncon- cern at his presence he found himself sweating inwardly. A bit nervously he struck a match to light his pipe, then extinguished it. She noticed what he had done. "You may smoke," she said, with that little note in her throat which he loved to hear, like the faintest melody of laugher that did not quite reach her lips. 'St. Pierre smokes a great deal and I like it." She opened a drawer in the dress- ing -table and came to him with a box EAI4 '� "ES Qtnnok F'zsl oft IFTeon Panni and IItchlr ag When You Uc 'Mk Now Omit r tsset It is nothing short of marvellous hors quickly the itching stops, the pain eairs and the swelling goes down, when you apply "Sootha-Salva" to inflamed ca protruding Piles. This new ointment io the prescription of a famous physician and you can use it with every assurance that it will help you to quickly get aid al your piles. auc at au druggists. It a,motn dram nothlnna tI your do not raotnoilt• Aftor =inn two boo= Off "Ssottso-$ah ", IlQ 701 ew nndb{t amid ffnodl, pivot r.otaaprrn tlko otantey Usages ensnit ado L ntitoda4 Ottawa,Onti, U �+ s rAs rr1'Gut 170410 cvom07. d half filled with cigars. "St. Pierre prefers these—on oc- casions," she said. "Do you?" His fingers seemed all thumbs as he took a cigar from the proffered box. He cursed himself because his tongue felt thick. Perhaps it was his silence, betraying something of his mental clumsiness, that brought a faint flush of color into her cheeks. Ile noted that; and also that the top of her shining head came just about to his chin, and that her mouth and throat, looking down on them, were bewitchingly soft and sweet. And what she said, when -her eyes opened wide and beautiful on him a- gain, was like a knife cutting sud- denly into the heart of Ids thoughts. "In the evening I love to sit at St. Pierre's feet and watch him smoke, ' she saki. "I am glad it doesn't annoy you, be- cause—I like to smoke," he replied lamely. She placed the box on the little reading table and looked at his break- fast things. "You like muffins, too. I was up early this morning, making them for you!" "You made them?" he demanded, as if her words were a most amaz- ing recelation to him. "Surely, M'sieu David. I make them every morning for St. Pierre. He is very fond of them. He says the third nicest thing about me is my muffins"" "And the other two?" asked David. "Are St. Pierre's little secrets, m'sieu," she laughed softly, the color deepening in her cheeks. "It would not be fair to tell you, would it?" "Perhaps it wouldn't," he said slow- ly. "But there are one or two other things, Mrs.—Mrs. Boulain—" "You may call me Jeanne, or Marie Anne, if you care to," she interrupt- ed him. "It will be quite all right." She was picking up the breakfast dishes, not at all perturbed by the fact that she was offering him a privilege which had the effect of quickening his pulse for a moment or two. "Thank you," he said. "I don't mind telling you it is going to be dif- ficult for me to do that -because -- well, this is a most unusual situation, isn't it? In spite of all your kind- ness, including what was probably your good -intentioned endeavor to put an end to my earthly miseries behind the rock, I believe it is necessary as:- you ogyou to give me some kind of explana- tion. Don't you?" "Didn't Bateese explain to you last night?" she asked, facing him. "He brought a message from you to the effect that I was a prisoner, that I must make no attempt to es- cape, and that if I did try to escape, you had given your men instructions to kill me." She nodded quite seriously. "That is right, M'sieu David." His face flamed. "Then I am a prisoner? You threaten me with death?" "I shall treat you very nicely if you make no attempt to escape, M'sieu David. Isn't that fair?" "Fair!" be cried, choking back an explosion that would have vented it- self on a man. "Don't you realize what has happened? Don't you know that according to every law of God and man I should arrest you and_give you over to the Law? Is it possible that you don't comprehend my own duty? What 1 must do?" If he had noticed, be would have seen that there was no longer the flush of color in her cheeks. But her eyes, looking straight at him, were tranquil and unexcited. She nodded. "That is why you must remain a prisoner, M'sieu David. It is because I do realize. I shall not tell you why that happened behind the rock, maid if you ask me, I shall refuse to talk to you. If I let you go STOW, you would probably have me arrested and put in jail. So I must keep you un- til St. Pierre comers. I don't know what to do---axcept to keep you and not let you escape until then. What would you do?" The question Was so hong, so Mc a question that might Diane been Oda - by t pettsIed clallla3l, that tic ctn. meet foe Ca* II wteac 't .c 1. Busy hands—at hard tasks day In and_ day out. Persian Balm keeps the skins soft and pliable. Removes redness and relieves irritation. As year Druggist E.It L He stared into the pale face, the beau- tiful, waiting eyes, saw the pathetic intertwining of her slim flingers, and suddenly he was grinning in that big, honest way Which made people love Dave Carrigan. "You're—doing--absolutely right," he said. A swift change came in her fake. Her cheeks flushed. Her eyes filled] with a sudden glow that made the lit- tle violet -freckles in them dance like tiny flecks of gold. "From your point of view you are right," he repeated, 'rani I shall make no attempt to escape until I have talked with St. Pierre. But I can't quite see --just now --how he is go- ing to help the situation." "Hie will," she assured him ca dently. "You seem to have an unlimited] faith in St. Pierre," he replied a lit. tle grimly. (Continued next weeps) d.!!Y C"'J' p+ :fir tt. aSiEBTIZE 5g0© ik. ..E NOW go about my daily work with pleasure," says' IVrs. Scott of Guelph. 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