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MEDICAL
DR. F. J. R. FORSTER
Eye, Ear, Nose and Throat
4 ,Graduate in Medicine, University of
'9tiron'to.
Late assistant New York Ophthal-
med and Aural Institute, Moorefield's
Eye and Golden Square Throat Hos-
pitals, London, Eng. At Commercial
Seaforth, third Monday in
each month, from 11 a.m. to 8 p.m.
SiS Waterloo Street, South, Stratford.
DR. W. C. SPROAT
Graduate of Faculty of Medicine,
University of Western Ontario, Lon-
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ians and Surgeons of Ontario. Office
Aberhart's Drug Store, Main St.,
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By Archie P. McKishnie
(Continued from last week -1
"Perhaps you'd like a drink?" •
"'l on't drink."
Nevil'es looked at him closely, and,
as though' satisfied with his scrutiny,
asked:
"How well do you know the under-
world of this city?"
"As a hungry ,kid knows the cookie
jar. I know it clean from A to Z, up
both sides and down the middle."
Nevilles considered.
"For reasons it will not be neces-
sary for me to explain after what I
bold you the other night," he resum-
ed, "it is necessary that I sutround
myself with a few men whose work
will be to watch certain parties who'll
be watching me. These must he men
whom I can trust implicitly. I don't
care what kind of a past they own
so' long pa I feel I can depend on
their loyalty. Do you think you
could gather together such a squad?"j
Griddle nodded.
"One of them must be an aviator,"
stipulated Nevilles.
"I get you," said Griddle, "I know
the very man. His name's Stokie,
and he's sure a. wonder with a ma-
chine."
"He's dependable?"
L"As a rock. Dope's his one failing;
gs a matter of fact, it's wha:'s got
most of these birds. They're all down
and outers, *helve given up any hope
of ever winning back."
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DR. R. P. I. DOUGALL
Honor graduate of Faculty of
Medicine and Master of Science, Uni-
mairsity of Western Ontario? London.
Member of College of Physicians and
ti s peons of -Ontario. Office 2 doors
sweat of post office. Phone 56, ensallf
dtario.
DR. A. NEWTON-BRADY
Bayfield
Graduate Dublin University, Ire -
/land. Late Extern Assitant Master
Naotnnda Hospital for Women and
Children, Dublin. Office at residence
!lately occupied by Mrs. Parsons.
Hours, 9 to 10 a.m., 6 to 7 p.m.;
aumdays, 1 to 2 p.m. 2866-26
DR. F. J. BURROWS
Office and residence Goderich Street,
seat of the United Church, Sea-
fcath. Phone 46. Coroner for the
County of Huron.
Dr. C. MACKAY
C. Mackay, honor graduate of Trin-
lSy University, and gold medalist of
Trinity Medical College; member of
the College of Physicians and Sur-
raons of Ontario.
Billy, cried Nevilles,at you
y gives me an idea; but we won't
scuss it now. What I want you to
is move about down there and pick
me out half a 'dozen of these men; no
rry about it; take your time, and
au wop't be so liable to make any
istake."
Faulkner, hereafter known as Grid -
e, nodded.
"Your room is next to mine," Nev-
es informed him. "It's a combine -
on bedroom and workroom. You'll
nd a table and typewriter, and a
unch of letters waiting to be an-
swered. There are notes appended.
Iso there area number of requests
r financial help from certairi char -
able and uncharitable institutions.
Tell 'em to go to blazes."
"Yes, sir."
"But under plain envelope send each
f them—this."
Be unlocked a drawer in his dres-
r, and.drew out a number of bank-
otes of large denominations, and sev-
al cards.
Griddle's eyes grew round at sight
of the money which Nevilles placed in
is hand.
"Thousand dollar bills!" he exclaim-
ed.
He read the pencilled words on the
ard, "From a well-wisher."
"You mean—?" he gasped, swal-
lowing hard.
"You're to send all worthy institu-
ions soliciting financial aid one of
hose bills, and a typewritten card
ike that," Nevilles told him.
"Well, I'll be shot!" muttered Grid -
les. "First you tell 'em to go chase
hemselves, then you send 'em a ten-
entury each. What's the answer?"
"Billy," said Nevilles, "I'm riot car -
ng to have anybody dub me a phil-
anthropist. On the contrary, I want
them to consider me a tight -wad, a
bad actor all round. Never you mind
why, and don't you be surprised at
the things I do, or what you read in
the papers about me. I have my own
reasons for playing under -study to
the devil, and some day I may tell
you those reasons. I don't mind tell-
ing you this now. I'm going to go
through a whole lot of money fastei
than any newly -found heir to millions
has ever gone before. I'm going to
set a record."
Griddle blinked.
"How do you know I'll send these
pretty yellow -backs to those worthy
and needy institutions?" he asked
"Suppose I pocketed a few of 'em
How would you know the difference?'
"You try it, and find out," Neville
told him. "I'm not afraid of you do
ing that, though. You're going t
have so much money to spend yo
wouldn't stoop to steal any. Besides
it isn't in you to do it?"
"By the crutch • of my cripple
grandfather!" swore the bewildered
Griddle, "you're a clever man. I coul
no more steal that money from yo
than I could rob a baby of its mil
bottle."
If Nevilles thought the complimen
somewhat doubtful, he let it pass.
"I believe you," he said, "but ju
in case temptation should prove to
stringent sometime, let me say th
I have a way Orf checking up an
knowing whether or not the none
reaches these deserving people. Yo
see I have a penchant for system an
thoroughness, my boy; not that
doubt your honesty—"
"But I'm crooked as hell," groan
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CHAPTER VII
NEVILLES GETS INTO' "HIGH"
The late Parnley had laid out his
grounds with an eye to beauty and
restfulness. A huge fountain splash-
ed and played in the centre of a wide
spread of velvet greensward. Nar-
row gravel-walks'hedged with flowers
of varied lane ran hither and thither
in a maze of intricate windings, a-
mong dwarfed shrubs trimmed to
perfect symmetry. Here and there a
blossoming tree lent vivid contrast to
the darker tones of fern and shrub.
Nevilles walked slowly on drinking
in theperfect beauty of'the scene.
After all, he must have been a won-
derful man, he thought, this man who
had made his •millions out of whisky.
And this hot-headed nephew whom he
had loved and'had never known it.
"David Webster," he said, half -a-
loud, "you were a fool; 'you deserve
what you're getting now."
Something jarred on, the restfulness
of the morning. Turning, he strode
swiftly back the way he had come.
Gardeners touched their hats to him
deferentially, but he passed on un-
heeding.
Finally he reached the garage. The
colored chauffeur was fussing about a
low rakish French car; humming as
he worked. Nevilles's eyes narrowed
as they fell on the negro.
"How many miles can that bump -
shouldered old girl do, Mose?" he
asked.
The chauffeur scratehed his woolly
pate.
"Reckon seventy-five, if he ain't
tantalized; ninety, if so yo' -all tickles
her ribs," he grinned.
"And the' speed laws? They're
pretty strict hereabouts, I under-
stand?"
"Stricter en a deacon wif a only
daughter, sah."
Nevilles nodded.
"Guess I've got enough money on
me to see me through," he said. "Get
out of the way."
Three minutes later he was speed-
ing along a road that seemed to
stretch like an amber arrow into a
blue infinity of hills and sky. On the
one side lay fertile farmlands, with
their prosperous -looking houses and
barns, flowering orchards and sweep-
ing cow -dotted meadows. On the
other lay the river, blue -grey as the
deep waters of a lake, its surface
wrinkled by the tug of a current that
showed flashing fangs in a rapid far-
ther on.
Suddenly, ahead, as the big car
flashed forward. a curve loomcd up
like a curling wisp of smoke. Nevilles
took it on two wheels, darting down
a long hill to a bridge that hummed
a protest as he flashed across it. Be-
fore him lay a town. He caught a
blurred view of white gates, green
lawns, and gesticulating humans as he
roared through it. A traffic -officer
leaped on his motor -cycle and gave
pursuit. Nevilles laughed.
" `If yo' -all tickle her rib,'"
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DR. H. HUGH ROSS
Graduate of University of Toronto
Faculty of Medici, e, member of Col-
lege of Physicians and Surgeons of
Ontario; pass gra ate courses in
d�ca o Clinical School of Chicago ;
Ophthalmic Hospital, London,
land; University Hospital, Lon-
IIan, England. Office—Back of Do-
mdnion Bank, Seaforth. Phone No. 5.
Night calls answered from residence,
Victoria Street, Seaforth.
DR. J. A. MUNN
Successor to Dr. R. R. Ross
Graduate of Northwestern Univers-
ity, Chicago, Ill. Licentiate Royal
College of Dental Surgeons, Toronto.
Office over Sills' Hardware, Main St.,
Beaforth. Phone 151.
DR. F. J. BECHELY
Graduate Royal College of Dental
Burgeons, Toronto. Office over W. R.
timith'e Grocery, Main Street, Sea -
forth. Phones: Office, 185 W; resi-
dence, 185J.
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ember Engineering Institute of Can-
ada. Office, Seaforth, Ontario.
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see Trollivor just then. He did long
to meet the Angel again though. He
wondered just how he could get in
touch with Turnbull.
The problem was solved by the ap-
pearance of the 'gentleman himself.
He came through the gate and out
he. into the lane, Nevilles had time to
His foot pressed the accelerator. note the man's well -knit figure and
The engine throbbed and the car leap the calm self-assurance in his strong,
ed forward like a steed that feels the• swarthy face. He was smiling. Ap-
spurs. He glanced back over his parently his thoughts were pleasant
shoulder. The constable had given up ones.
the pursuit, and was writing some- The smile vanished as he caught
thing in his note -book. Why cid all sight of his visitor. Something of
policemen seem to be eternally writ- quick, intent watchfulness too its
ing things in note -books? place.
Five miles farther on, the riot in Nevilles leaped from the car.
his blood appeased for the time being. "I guess you are Mr. Turnbull?" he
He slowed down, and gave himself said, advancing and holding out his
up to the restful picturesqueness of hand. "My name is David Webster,"
his surroundings. Turnbull shook hands. Glad to meet
Here the river had' widened to the you, Mr. Webster," he murmured. °
drab, unruffled surface of the lake. "Perhaps," said Nevilles, "you won't
Away across on its farther shore, a be so glad when I tell you why I'ni
sweep of marshlands lay a drab blotcn here."
against the ether blue of the summer "Indeed?"
sky. He knew that marshy waste There was something of a sneer on
. must be Drowned Acres. This re- the wide mouth.
. minded him that he desired to see Mr. Nevilles eyes lost their laughter.
' James Turnbull. He had heard that He wa,,s.-sorry that this man seemed
s Turnbull's summer-homle was some- to rib him the wrong way of the
- where i this vicinity. That being so grain. He had trouble a -plenty with -
o wouldn'f he be likely to be there now? out having to fight Turnbull.
u He wanted to tell that gentleman that "I wanted to speak to you about
, all negotiations pertaining to the the Drowned Acres lease," he said,
lease of Drowned Acres were off. watching the 'other closely for the
d A farm hand carrying a pitch -fork effect of his words.
was coming toward him down the Turnbull stared at him insolently
cl road. When opposite him Nevilles "What about it?" he asked shortly.
u stopped his car. "Just this," replied Nevilles. "I
k "Gan you tell me where to find Mr. don't intend to lease the duck grounds.
Turnbull's place?" he asked. Turnbull's jaw set ominously.
t The man unchamped his quid, took "I'm afraid, Mr. Webster, you can't
the cigar Nevilles proffered, sniffed it, very well help it," he said. "Your ag-
st licked it, lit it; and after a long puff ents have already given consent to
a or two, answered: the lease. They assure me that your
at "Up the road a quarter of a mile." signature to the papers is but a nvat-
d Nevilles told himself as he guided ter of form."
y the car between the big stone pillars Nevilles grinned good-naturedly.
u that he would have kno'vn it was "Oh, they told you that, did they?
d Turnbull's farm without the informa- Well, Mr. Turnbull, I like shooting,
I tion given by the farmer. Only .t myself, so I guess in keep Drowned
very wealthy man could own a place Acres for my own pleasure. Sorry
ed so splendidly laid out, so superbly though," he added, "that I'm obliged
housed/and treed. There 'were' great to disappoint you and your friends
barns and silos. Turnbull's prize- who are in the syndicate."
winning Holstein cattle were known "But," cried Mr. Turnbul angrily,
across the continent. Nevilles glimtps- I understood from Mr. Haight and
ed a herd of the royal stock cropping Mr. Trollivor that you would sanction
on the side of the hill, their black and the lease without demur,, Am I to
white markings gleaming up against imply that they were deliberately
the dull gold willows of the creek. spoofing me?"
sured him. "You were starving when As he guided the car about a twist Nevilles shrugger.
you tried that trick, and starvation is in the lane he came suddenly upon a "Oh, I wouldn't say that," he re -
insanity. I know. I've been there group of people besporting themselves turned. "I dare say their intentions
myself." on a velvety 'tennis court; several were honest enough. The trouble was
"Honest to God," pleaded Griddle. men in white flannels and sports they didn't think it worth while to
"I was always straight before, al- shirts, and ladies in flimsy summer consult me in the matter, which," ha
though Haight made out I wasn't. attire. added, "goes to show they didn't
You're giving me a chance, sir, and if He was a Tittle surprised to see know ane very well."
I fall down on you, may I get hung Wesley Trollivor among them. Hcy,,,_"And," asked Turnbull meaningly,
higher than the eyebrows on the ata- was conversing earnestly with a tall, "are you sure you know them?"
sue of Liberty." superbly -formed girl of a gypsy cast There was something sinisterly sug-
Nevilles shook hands with him. of ,beauty. Nevilles's eyes searching gestive in the question. If Nevilles
"That goes," he said. "We won't for Turnbull were suddenly arrested caught it his face gave no sign,
say any more about it. Now then, by a symphony in white and gold. "Naturally," he answered, "I dpn't
come along, and I'll show you your "'By George," he murmured ecstati- know a great deal about either of my
room.'" tally, "it's the Angel." agents --yet. I'm told, however, that
A little later, leaving the wonder- He baoked his ear behind a gigantic they are two of the brainiest, most
fully transformed and happy Griddle lilac tree. Intent on the game, neither far-seeing mien in the communttyl,
at work on the typewriter, 'he descend- she nor any of the others had seen and I know that my uncle trusted
ed the'stair and went out into the him, thanks to the noiseless action of their judgment implicitly."
restful grounds surrounding th e the engine. Nevilles wasn't caring to "But you, do not?"
"To a certain extent only," Nevilles chievoua boy who had entered a dog -
replied. "I never believe in trusting guarded orchard and gotten away with
wholly to anybody else's judgment. I a hatful of apples.
have a colossal respect for my own, "Oh, lordie!" he aughed. "Won't
you see." Haight and Trol • or gnash their
He sinned again as he noticed Turn- teeth when Turn tells them? I
bull wince. think I'll have to watch that gentle •
"Look here, Webster," said the lat- man, Turnbull," he told himself ser -
ter, throwing aside his veneer of fort- iously.
ed politeness, "you and I had better From a shady side -road shot a
understand each other. You're a motor -cycle cop; he waved his hand
stranger here; what people are going and shouted.
to say and think about you is bound In answer Nevilles grinned,
to matter something to you. Now," sped away at seventy miles an
as Nevilles looked anxious, "let me
tell you something. The men who
comprise this syndicate which I have
formed, and which was promised a
lease of Drowned Acres duck grounds,
are men whose goodwill you can't
very well afford to forfeit, They can
be of inestimable value to you or
they can put you down and out. If
you sanction the giving of this lease,
well and good, if you do not—"
IHIe threw out his hands.
"Better be sensible, Webster, and le'.
us have the grounds."
Nevilles's face was a study. It was
apparent to Turnbull that what he
had just told him bothered the Parn-
ley heir.
"Mr. Turnbull," he said at length,
"will you pardon my asking a rather
personal question? Are your rela-
tions to Mr. Haight and Mr. Trollivor
stfictly of a business nature?"
Turnbull smiled a satisfied smile.
"Not altogether," he answered. "I
don't mind telling you that Mr• Trol-
livor is engaged to my foster -sister,
Miss Kimberlie; also that Mr.
Haight's ward, Miss Huntingdon, is
soon to become my wife."
Nevilles nodded.
"That accounts for it," he said, as.
though to himself.
"For what?"' Turnbull asked.
"For Trollivor and Haight even con-
sidering the leasing of the duck
grounds which my Uncle Parnley
guarded so jealously. I have heard
my uncle say time and time again
that his preserve must never be shot
over save by himself and to whomso-
ever the property was left. It was
an obsession with him. Trollivor
knew it, so did Haight. In even con-
templating the leasing of Drowned
Acres the have been false to a sac-
red trust. However," he added, as
though granting a concession, "con-
sidering my agents' relationship to
yourself, Mr, Turnbull, I am willing
to overlook it."
Turnbull glanced at him quickly. If
he saw two devils dancing in the eyes
looking into his he was not warned.
"Then," he asked eagerly, "you con-
sent to the lease?"
"I certainly do not!" answered Nev-
illes dryly. "Goodrday, Mr. Turn-
bull."
He climbed into his. car, swung a-
bout on the gravelled drive and shot
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Griddle. "I know it, and so do you.
Didn't I try my best to grab the An-
ge l's—""
He caught himself and glanced wild-
ly at Nevilles.
"I beg your pardon," he stammer-
ed, "the name slipped out."
"That's all right," Nevilles reas-
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CHAPTER VIII
THE WEAVERS
James Turnbull, as he took a last
approving glance at himself in the
mirror after dressing, was satisfied.
As a matter of fact, self-esteem was
by no means one of the smallest in-
gredients of his composition. A man
who had made the money which h -
had made in as short a time as he
had taken to make it, had a right, he
reasoned, to be satisfied with himself.
His was wealth, position and influ-
ence, his a power out of the ordinary
to do and dare, and win whatever ho
went after. His was the petty; un-
feeling nature of the born amasser, a
nature small enough to thrill at the
squirm of the something upon which
he has placed his heel. And James
Turnbull had placed his heel on many
a throat in his climb upward. N. few
there were who knew him for what
he was, half a dozen in all, perhaps;
but those few would never tell. They
dared not.
So it was with a feeling of abso-
lute assurance that he paused for a
moment, to -night, before the table in
the smoking -room of his luxuriously
furnished city home to light a cig-
arette before going out.
iHe was a tall, powerfully built man
of about forty years of age. His skin
was swarthy, his eyes small, slate •
grey, and habitually masked in a pig -
like unreadableness. A gamester
would have called Turnbull's a typi-
cal "poker face." The mouth was
wide, thin-lipped and cynical beneath
a closely -cropped moustache. A big
diamond blazed on the little finger of
his right hand and another almost as
large shimmered in his shirt bosoms.
As he turned from the table the
butler entered the room and glided up
to his master.
"You asked me to inform you if
Mr. Trollivor left before you went
out," said tike servant cringingly. "He
has just gone, sir."
"And Miss Glara: is she still in the
drawing -room, Jacobs?"
"Yes, sir. At least she was there
a moment ago, sir."
"Tell her d wish to see her, here."
The butler slipped from the room.
Turnbull stood, absently opening and
closing his monogrammed cigarette
case. There was a frown on his face
which deepened as he heard the but-
ler's Shuffling steps returning along
the hall.
"Well?" he asked shortly.
"I beg pardon, sir," said the man.
"Miss Kimberlie begs to inform you
that if you wish to see her you must
come to the drawing -room."
Turnlbull's lips twisted cynically.
Magical in its beau-
tifying effect on the
complexion. Soothes
sunburn—a subtle
fragrance gives alluring
charm. Try this dainty
toilet requisite.
At your druggist
"All
out!"
The butler lost no time in obeying.
Turnbull went slowly down the wide
stairs. Arriving at the drawing room
he paused a moment in the doorway.
A maid carrying a tray down the
hall hesitated as she discovered him
standing there.
"Turn on the lights," he ordered
testily, "and take that tray back to
the kitchen. Tell Jacobs if anyone
calls my sister and I are 'niot at home.''
He entered the sumptuously -furn-
ished room. bathed now in the glow
of many yellow lamps.
On a huge bear -'skin in the room's
centre, one bejewelled hand resting
on a mahogany table, stood a young
woman. The small, well -poised head,
crowned with its mass defiance raven looked
was lifted defiantly; fian
from the great dark eyes beneath jet,
arched brows. A slight flush lent per-
fection to an olive -skinned face of
perfect contour.
(Continued next week)
right," he said
shortly. "Get
away.
Turnbull stood gazing after him
darkly. He might have felt even a
deeper aversion for the man who had
thwarted him could he have seen him
as the maple -hedged highway swal-
lowed him from view.
Nevilles's face was that of a mis-
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nerves—dearer frim, are all
factors that count and are
gained from the
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