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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Huron Expositor, 1930-06-20, Page 7;w? kll .�' b 3 .3 ee - c lo r3 is to d- ter ar at tic r- ed he rr- Id at es, ks ad DI, t • -.X ;SID, 1930. ItiJP'ruRk SPECIALIST Rupture Varicocele, Varicose Vend, Abdominal, Weakness, Spinal DeforM- By. Consultation Free. Call or Write. J. G. SMITH, British Appli- ance Specialist, 15 Downie St., Stret- ford, Ont. 3202-25 LEGAL Phone No. 91 JOHN J. HUGGARD Barrister, Solicitor, Notary Public,, ]Fete. Beattie Block - - Seaforth, Ont. A It. S. HAYS Barrister, Solicitor, Conveyancer stud Notary Public. Solicitor for the Dominion Bank. Office in rear of the Dominion Bank, Seaforth. Money to Sean. na.1 BEST & BEST Barristers, Solicitors, Conrveyan- sas and Notaries Public, Etc. Office la the Edge Building, opposite The B rpoaitar Office. a Vhf RINARY JOHN GRIEVE, V.S. Honor graduate of Ontario Veterin- ary College. All diseases of domestic animals treated'. Calls promptly at- tended to and charges moderate. Vet- srinary Dentistry a specialty. Office and residence on Goderich Street, one door east of Dr. Mackay's office, Sea - •A. R. CAMPBELL, V.S. Graduate of Ontario Veterinary College, University of Toronto. All c lseases of domestic animals treated hy the most modern principles. !Merges reasonable. Day or night sans promptly attended to. Office on Main Street, Hensall, opposite Town mall. Phone 116. MEDICAL DR. F. J. R. FORSTER Eye, Ear, Nose and Throat Graduate•in Medicine, University of Toronto. Late assistant New York Ophthal- med and Aural Institute, Moorefield's :Land Golden Square Throat Hos- , London, Eng. At Commercial Rotel, Seaforth, third Monday in each month, from 11 a.m. to 3 p.m. 311 Waterloo Street, South, Stratford. DR. W. C. SPROAT Graduate of Faculty of Medicine, University of Western Ontario, Lon- don Member of College of Physic- ians and Surgeons of Ontario. Office a Aberhart's Drug Store, Main St., Reafortb. Phone 90. DR. R. P. I. DOUGALL Honor graduate of Faculty of medicine and Master of Science, Uni- versity of Western Ontario, London. Member of College of Physicians and Burgeons of Ontario. Office 2 doors east of post office. Phone 56, Hensall, Ontario. 300441 DR. A. NEWTON-BRADY Bayfield Graduate Dublin University, Ire- land. Late Extern Assitant Master 'Rotunda 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.; Sundays, 1 to 2 p.m. 2866-26 DR. F. J./BURROWS Office and residence Goderich Street, east of the United Church, Sea - gni. Phone 46. Coroner for the 4'kmnty of Huron. h 1 By Archie P. IVIcKisnnie (Continued from last week.) "Not on your life," grated Turn- bull. "I don't trust that fellow; and besides, he knows too much to suit me. I think Bryce is about due to s'ay good-bye to this city." • "My sentiments exactly," approved Haight. "The fellow's got a queer kink in him, There .are times when he is almost openly rebellious. He's liable at any moment to turn dan- gerous. Perhaps," he suggested, "we had best let him go before you get hold of the property?" "But in that case you'd have to consult Wlelbater; wouldn't you?" "As matter of form., yes." "And if he refused to fire Bryce, you would be simply putting the fel- low on his guard without effecting our ends. No, let Bryce be. I'll fix him quick enough after I get the whip hand." He consulted his watch and rose to leave. "I'm going to take your advice and back the mare Fire Fly heavily," he said, as he held out his hand. Haight frowned disapprovingly. "Oh, this betting," he cried, "how I detest the very sound of the word." "And," said Turnbull, "I'm going to bake your advice still further, and cancel that order I gave Donley to buy Marchand. Pve been thinking it over, and I'm not just satisfied with the tip." • "Good boy," commended Haight, as he shook his hand. "And thanks, Turnbull for the loan." He accompanied his visitor to the door. "Good -night," he said, "I'll tell Myra you were disappointed at not seeing her." He closed the door gently behind Turnbull, and locked it. Then he tip- toed across to the telephone and soft- ly called a number. There was an exultant smile on his face, as he spoke into the transmitter. • "Winslow," he said, "in lowered voice, "to -morrow morning, at the opening of the market, I want yon to 'buy me fifty thousand shares of Marchand. Never mind that now. I will tell you all about it in the morn- ing. Don't forget. Marchand. Thanks." Haight hung up the receiver and stood rubbing his hands together gleefully. "And to think of Turnbull, the crafty, close-mouthed Turnbull, throw- ing a tip like that in one's way," he mused. Turnbull's first act on reaching his club was to call up his broker on the private line, "Donley," he informed him guard- edly, "I want you to sell all the Marchand you can get hold of short, instead of following the order I gave you, which you will cancel now. Get that? Short, and keep it up until I give the word." Dr. C. MACKAY C. Mackay, honor graduate of Trin- ity and gold medalist of Trinity Medical College; member of The College of Physicians and Sur - seems of Ontario. a DR.. H. HUGH ROSS Graduate of University of Toronto Faculty of Medicine, member of Col - here of Physicians and Surgeons of Ontario; pass graduate courses in Chicago Clinical School of Chicago ; Newel Ophthalmic Hospital, London, 4ngland; University Hospital, Lon- don, England. Office -Back of Do- minion 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- aty, Chicago, Ill. Licentiate Royal College of Dental Surgeons, Toronto. Mee over Sills' Hardware, Main St., Beaforth. Phone 151. DR. F. J. BECHELY Graduate Royal College of Dental Surgeons, Toronto. Office over W. R. Smith's Grocery, Main Street, Sea - forth. Phones: Office, 185W; resi- dence, 185 J. CONSULTING ENGINEER interest in cock fighting or boxing, .Guardie," she. sighed. "Neither can I play poker or drink cocktails, and I simply harve no use at all for chorus girls. 1 doubt exceedingly if ever I could learn to like the things ' Mr. Turnbull likes." "But, God bless my soul, gyre," he cried, "you don't think Turnbull is that kind of man, surely?" • "Oh, yea, he is, and you know it. However, it really makes no differ- ence to me, because I'hn not interest- ed in Mr. Turnbull in the least., What I am interested in though," with. a change to her old bright winsomeness; "is how soon eanay we expect better conditions among 'the tenement dwel- lers " Mr. Haight made no reply. He sat looking away, his, eyes fixed on vac- ancy. "You haven't answered my question, Guardie." He cleared his throat. "My dear Myra," he replied testily, "what you ask is impossible. Admit- ting that conditions among the tene- ment dwellers is quite as bad as you seem to think, my influence with those who 'hold the controlling interest in the wretched houses is not sufficient to change existing conditions." Then, as she remained silent. "And I must reiterate, Myra, that your visiting and mingling with those slummers as you do does not meet with my approval. What gond can come of making those people who have always known the sordid condi- tions of life dissatisfied with those conditions? .Social and moral reform is all,right, my dear, as a hobby. You women must do something to pass away your leisure hours, and keep you out of mischief, I suppose; but to spend your money and time on those whiners at the risk of your health and life, as yore persist in do- ing, is, I consider, going altogether too far." He tried to meet her eyes, but be- fore her hurt, accusing gaze his own fell away. "Let us understand one another," she said quietly. "As long as I feel that my going among those people cheers them and lightens their bur- dens, I am going. You are my legal guardian but you are not the arbiter of, .my actions. What• I feel it is my duty to do -I shall do." IHlaight sat bolt upright. "Duty!" he sneered. "Sentimental nonsense, rattier." "No, it is not sentimental nonsense. I believe that the biggest and best things of life are born of contrast. If ever it is my lot to suffer poverty and want, I may know that other wo- men have carried the same crosssas I carry. And if ever I should know love -she spoke softly -"I shall know whether or not it is real, because in that same underworld whose contam- ination you and your kind so greatly fear, I have seen love that is self- sacrificing and all -satisfying." Mr. Haight swallowed hard. "My dear," he spoke at length, "You mustn't think I wouldn't lessen the burdens of these poor people if I could. That their living conditions are deplorable goes without saying: and after all they are human beings 'with souls. But what can I or Mr. Trollivor do toward alleviating their sufferings. Had Parnley lived we might have, in time, prevailed upon him to give them better, more sani- tary buildings and charge them less rent. But he died suddenly, as you know, leaving us orders which we must obey to the letter." "Then his heir must be induced to help them." Haight smiled queerly. a'You will speak to him about the tenement district at once, Guardie, won't you?" He shook his head. "We have al- ready done so, Myra. He simply laughed at our proposal and refused to consider it even. He ordered all rents raised on the first of the month. "Oh," she gasped, a whiteness steal- ing into her Cheeks. He arose, and passing about the table laid his hand on her shoulder. "There now," he said, in fatherly tones, "forget all about it, Myra. We will hope that the heart of the lately discovered heir to the Parnley fortune is not as selfish and flinty as it ap- pears to be. We must give him a little time in which to note conditions for himself." She lifted her head, smiling brave- ly, although her face was still pale. "I've got some geed news for you, Myra," he told her. "We're going to enter Fire Fly in the Harport,Sweep- stakes. She'll win easily, too. May- be you won't be proud of your little mare then?" Still she did not speak. He bit his lips, exasperated at her lack of enthusiasm. He had counted on her elation at the news just im- parted -this girl who had inherited her father's passion for clean sport and love of a thoroughbred, "Really, Myra," he said coldly, "there is a'bsolute'ly no satisfaction in striving to please you. You know my views on racing or any other sport possessing tan element of risk, and yet T stifle the chide of conscience to -to plan something which I hope may give you gladness -and this is how you show your appreciation." "But, Guardie, I am grateful, in- deed I am," she interposed quickly. Ile shook his head. "Perhaps it is natural for an old man who never possessed a child pf his own to hope for more than mere gratitude from one he has done his utmost to serve," he said sorrowfully CHAPTER X Concerning Thoroughbreds. From where he sat at the break• fast table, Mr. Haight's eyes com- manded a perfect view of a bewitch- ing picture --two of them, in fact. From furtively scrutinizing the stock reports in the pages of the daily -he was exactly fifty thousand dullars, borrowed money, poorer than he had been two days ago -his gaze wander- ed through the window to the spacious ground's of his suburban home, then back to the face of the young girl opposite. That face silhouetted a- gainst. a bunch of crimson morning - roses was perfect in contour. But it was grave this morning, and this gave Mr. iHlaight no little uneasiness. Often he regretted the responsibil- ity he had assumed as guardian of this self-willed, clear -visioned Myra Huntingdon, ten of whose twenty years of life had been lived beneath his roof, and had grown to look eag- erly forward to the time when that responsibility would be lifted; but now when that day was not far distant - he was not so sure that he would wel- come it. Certain complications had arisen to make him dread the time when Myra would reach maturity, and, by the stipulation of her dead father's will, assume control of her fortune. He became suddenly conscious that her clear eyes were fixed upon him. "Guardie," she addressed him, "why does that man, Mr. Turnbull, insist on proposing marriage to me every time he comes to this house? He knows I detest him." S. W. Archibald, B.A.Sc., (Tor.), Haight coughed behind his servie't- tI.1L.S., Registered Professional En- te. &�nseer and Land Surveyor. Associate "My dear child," he answered. "It's Member Engineering Institute of Can- because he is madly in love with you, ada. Office, Seaforth, Ontario. as anybody can see. And, by the - way, Myra," he added half -chidingly, AUCTIONEERS "don't you think you are just a bit ,,,, unreasonable in fostering a dislike a- gainst him, for which you have really no cause? Most any other girl in your position would feel highly hon- oured. Mr. Turnbull is rich, success - "Uncouth and vulgar," broke in his ward, "wears extreme clothes, loud pies and flashy jewellery; eats pepper- mints to take the smell of whisky off his breath; always talking about what is his: 'his cars, his houses, his this, and his that'; I dislike him; Guardie, and I wish you would not insist on my seeing him every time he calls." Mr. Haight seemed to consider this plea thoughtfully. "I wouldn't care to offend him," he said at length. "For certain reasons Myra, I wish sincerely you could for- get your petty antipathy toward him -and marry hint." "No," she shook her head with fin- ality. "I can never do that. Mr. Turn- bull and d aren't suited to each ether at all; we're not interested in the same things even." p`But you could learn to be," insist- ed Haight."All 'wives should learn to take an interest in their husband's •pursiiits and Wobbles." "I'm afraid I ,could never take an THOMAS BROWN Licensed auctioneer for the counties et Huron and Perth. Correspondence arrangements for sale dates can be Made by calling The Expositor Office, .forth. Charges moderate, a n d ,satisfaction guaranteed. Phone 302. OSCAR KLOPP Honor Graduate Carey Joates' a Ronal School of Auctioneering, Chi- cago. Special course taken in Pure Bred Live Stock, Real Estate, Me'r- e'handise and Farm Sales. Rates in keeping with prevailing market. Sat- s, ',faction assured.Write Ont. or Phone: Oscar Klopp, Phone: 18-2*. 2866-25 R. T. LUKER Licensed auctioneer for the County c'f Huron. Sales attended to in all parte of the county. Seven years' ex- perience in Manitoba and Saskatche- eiyan. Terms reasonable. Phone No. 118 r 11, Exeter, Centralia P.O,, R.R. NO. L , Orders left at The Huron. Ex - =tor (Bike, Seaforth, promtptly 1ed. Oa% axdx0T Might hatre been to each Other than.. a td are, )But Wheee ly not nine. I dames who had last a $ear larinchsee eve beeh•. it? Sure. you a, girl atter apt 'mothers one whose ]tear 'was hungry for. the affee,tion' you intOtt, have giv- en. But you gave .ria One of .t. In- stead you raised a wall of reserve a- bout yoµ that I was powerless to scale. You have beenkizrd, consider- ate. You even listened tet my plea, to keep my fathers string of thorough- breds intaet-beeause I could not bear the thoughts' of 'strangers owning the. horses he loved: You have made other -perhaps greater -concessions to me." .She paused, and bending, touched her face to the; crimson rides, "My father," she continued softly, "was a true Southerner.' Next to my mother and myself, he loved his horses better' than anything else in the world, Never could it be said of him that he sold a race." She raised her eyes to her guard- ian. "I remember," she resumed, a ten- der stalk playing upon her lips, "when Darkey Darphena won the Kentucky Sweepstakes, daddy took me out to the stables and .told her who 1 was. She was a moody, quick-tempered lit- tle mare, suspicious of strangers, but she was every ladylike and gentle with me. I think she "must have under • stood what daddy told her. He had a way of talking to his horses, and they seemed to understand, particu- larly Darphena." "Not one man in a thousand would Wade, understood horses like you" father understood them," Haight ad- mitted. "It is because you have his love for them that I have brought in a trainer to the country stables." "A trainer!" she cried. "But Guar - die, will he understand?" He smiled wryly. "I antieipeted just what your fears would be in that regard, Myra. Will he understand the artistic tempera- ment of Darphena's queenly grand- daughter sufficiently well to train her. Let me tell you who this trainer is, then- -- No le.s,s than Teddy Jer- ome, himself.'-' "Oh, Guardie!" The girl clasped her hands in ecs- tasy. The rose 'bloom was back in her cheeks again and her eyes spark- led. "Is it really old Teddy?" she ask- ed in wonder ."Teddy Jerome, daddy's old trainer! Oh, this is splendid: He will do more for Fire Fly than any- one else in the world. How did you ever come to locate him?" "To be perfectly frank, I didn't lo- cate him, rather, he located me. He came looking for me at Trollivor's office about six weeks ago, and in spite of the fact that time had buffeted him sorely I recognized him at once. His first inquiry was for you." "And then?" asked the girl, her breath coming quickly. "Then he asked about the horses; said he supposed it would be too much to expect that Harkey Darphena was still alive." "But she is alive I told him, and as coltish as her grand -daughter, Fire Fly. 'Would you 'like to go out ti the stables and see your old friend?' I asked. He nodded. He couldn't say a word. Haw any man could come to love horses as he and your father lov- ed them is quite beyond my compre- hension. "I drove him to Meadow Course that afternoon and he kept silent all the way. And here's a funny thing, Myra. When we arrived at the stables we learned from the groom that Dark- ey Darphena was out to pasture. We went on to the field. Darphena was in the far corner of the pasture. She lifted her head and watched us as we opened the gate. `If you don't mind,' said Jerome, 'I'd like to go to her a- lone." "He started toward the mare, and she raised her head higher and watch- ed him. :Hlalf-way across the field Teddy waved his hand and called something to her. She gave a little nicker and trotted forward to meet him." "She knew him?" cried the girl. "The old darling!" "Yes, she knew him, no doubt of that. She muzzled his face, lifted his hat from his head and nosed his poc- kets exactly as I've seen Fire Fly nose yours." Myra laughed happily. "And of course Teddy hadn't for- gotten her sugar?" "Not he. He stood there crooning to her and feeding her until I got tired waiting and called to him. He came back then, and the mare fol- lowed him, her nose on his shoulder. "1 left him with the groom and re- turned to the city. Next day i saw Jerome again. He seemed like an- other man, more like the old Jerome of your father's time." "'Mr. Haight,' he said, 'I believe if you will allow me to take hold of that youngster, Fire Fly, I can make a winner of her. She's got the heart and the temperament -and she's got the speed. I can do wonders with her in two months!" His eyes were watching the girl's speculatively. "I thought it over. Myra. I knew that for one of the old strain to win a real race, like the Harport Stakes, would please you more than anything else in the world. I decided to give Jerome a free hand, and say nothing about it until we were positively sure that Fire Fly could qualify. Yester- day he reported to me again. The mare can do the mile in one forty- three, and Teddy declares she can cut that time considerably. The only other horse with a better mark than Fire Fly's will not be entered on account of her owner being recently disquali- fied." He turned away. He was satisfied. Once again he had been able to pull the wool over his ward's: eyes. Ti she ever guessed that his motive in training Fire Fly to win the Harport Sweepstakes was a purely selfish one -well, she would simply refuse to en- ter the mare. Myra stood gazing from the win- dow. Her lips were half parted, her eyes very tender. She caught her breath and tears welled to her eyes. But the arms hanging by her .sides • were rigid, theme was no tremor in the low voice as she replied:' It'You have intimated that I might have been more to you than I have Tose must 0� other precut. IHave your car in erfeet mocha, ical Gond tipn p' STEERING GEAR and HEADLIGHTS. 'GIVE YOUR UNDIVIDED ATTENTION TO YOUR i) In passing traffic, be sure there is a place'for you in the traffo.line 3 Never attempt to pass on curves or steep grades. "w In entering main streets or highways, or iaa approachingarailway crossing where a full view of the track is obscured -STOP and LOOK. . 5 When other vehicles try to pass you -LET THEM PASS., 6 When making a right turn, keep to the right of the highway; when making a left turn, keep to the centre. IAlways SIGNAL before you slow down, stop, or change your course, and never BACK UP before ascertaining that the road behind is clear. The Keystone of Safety on the King's Highway and all other roads and streets The HON. GEO. S. HENRY, Chairman 1182 The girl stood for a moment gazing down at the crimson mass of roses on the table. "Poor old Guardie," she mused, half sadly; "he does his best to please me -and I'm afraid I don't half appreci- ate his goodness." IHer slender fingers pinched a dewy rose bud from its stem, and catching up her hat she tripped from the room down through the long conservatory and out upon the lawn. .. Haight was just climbing into his limousine. He settled back in his seat and waited until she Dame up to him. In the garish light of the June morning his face, she thought, looked greyer, more worried than usual. He leaned toward her with brows lifted interrogatively. Reaching forward she shyly placed the rosebud in his ,buttonhole. "Guardie," she said, "I'm going out to the Meadow Course stables this morning to see Jerome." He nodded absently. The girl watched the big car as it swung to the twisting roadway through the grounds, then with a happy little laugh she turned away toward the garage.' Not until the spreading maples screened him from all possible obser- vation did Mr. Haight recover from his surprise. Slowly his face lower- ed until he caught the sweet breath of the bud in his buttonhole. Then, like a man who finds himself on the brink of a dangerous precipice, he plucked it away and with a face a lit- tle greyer, a little more set, slumped back in his seat, his gloved hand slow- ly grinding to a pulp the bud of sweetness and promise. CHAPTER XI Back Fire Haight came out of his preoccupa- tion as his car drew up before Trot- livor's office. As she stepped to the sidewalk and ascended the steps, he all but collided with another man just leaving the building. He passed through the swinging doors and en- tered the elevator. Trollivor was pacing slowly up and clown his office floor. Haight noticed the absence of colour from his usually ruddy face. "Well," he spoke as he closed and locked the door behind him. '•I see you've been reading the stock reports. That slump in Marchand hit you square 'between the eyes. Eh?" "It hit me damned hard," groaned the lawyer. Haight selected a cigar from the humidor on the table, lit it and seat- ed himself. . "Anrl you were so sure," he sneer- ed, "so absolutely certain of the tip you received. I've told you before that you're a fool, Trollivor, and now perhaps you'll admit it. If this last plunge doesn't prove it to your own satisfaction, it should. How much do you stand to lose?" Trollivor shuddered. "I don't exactly know. sand anyway." He sagged into his chair 'and his eyes sought Haight's appealingly. "I know your views on stock gam- bling, Haight," he said, "and, of course, 1 regret now I didn't listen to your advice. I was sure •of the tip, so sure that 1 would have risked twice. the amount I did had it been avail- able." Haight's thin mouth drooped in a cynical smile, His trembling finger, flicked the ash from his cigar on to a jade tray. •• "You even went so far as to urge me to get in on it, didn't you?" He laughed mirthlessly and shook his head. "Well, you're a forty -some thousand laugh of derision. "Through!" scoffed Haight. "Not you! You'll continue to gamble as long as you possess a dollar. It's in the blood. You can't help it." "But I've been hard hit, Haight," groaned the other. "I'm cured, 1 tell you." "I'r'e heard drunkard talk during their cold, grey mornings of remorse," sneered the older man. "I've heard dope eaters during their periods of depression swear that they ' were through with the drug for ever. Weak- lings', Trollivor, damned, blubbering. weaklings! Give me a man who takes his medicine, a man who pays the price without whimpering. The most pitiful liar of all liars is the man who lies to himself as you are doing now. You know, and I know, that yott will plunge again." He drew a chair forward and seat- ed himself. "Now forget it, and let's get dowse to business. Did you follow my in- structions in regard to Webster?" Trollivor opened a drawer of his desk and drew out a flask. He rais- ed it to his lips and gulped several swallows of its fiery contents. "Yes," he said, pressing his hands against his aching eyes. "I hal Jor- dan follow Nevilles. Jordan has just left me, and from what he reported there seems no doubt but that the prospector told us the truth. The real Webster is being held prisoner in one of Parnley's old malt buildings along the river." "Humph!" grunted Haight, "we'll know where to find the real Webster when we want him then." ' Clinton The telephone at, Trollivor's elbow Londesboro buzzed He lifted off the receiver. Forty thou - The door was opened by old Rob- bins. He admitted them and led them up a broad stair to the big library. Haight shoved the chair the old man proffered him aside with his knee. "We wish to see Webster at once," he informed the butler. Robbins bowed respectfully. "I regret, sir, that Mr. Webster can- not see you right away," he said. "He is exercising of his dogs in the ken- nel -yard, and left, ceders he was not to be disturbed. Perhaps in half an hour, say-" "Then lead us to him," thundered Haight. "Damnation! man, don't know your place?" "I am sorry, sir, but I'm afeered you won't care to go where Mr. Web- ster is now, sir," stammered the but- ler. But Haight turned upon him angrily. "We don't want you, my man; we ster." "But those clogs, sir-" "Are you going to show us where Webster is, or are you not?" cut in Trollivor. (Continued next week) any opinions from want to see Web - LONDON AND WINGHAM North. R.M. p.m. Centralia 10.36 5.41 Exeter 10.49 5.54 Hensall 11.03 6.08 Kippen 11.08 6.15 Brucefield 11.17 6.22 12.03 6.42 12.23 '7.02 12.32 '7.11 12.44 7.23 1.00 7.45- She .46 "Yes," he spoke, and sat listening. Blyth "Just a moment." Belgrave .. He put his hand over the transmit- Wingham ter and turned to Haight. "It's Nevilles. He has just inform- ed me that he has placed the Parnley housekeeper on a pension and raised the salaries of all the other servants." Haight shot from his chair. "Let me speak to the fool!" he cried angrily. Trollivor shook his head. "He is quite within his rights, Haight. We'll have to stand for it. All right," he spoke into the 'phone. "If you will just let us have the de- tails in writing, we'll adjust the mat- ter to your satisfaction." "Tell him," cried Haight, almost be- side himself with wrath, "to come down here at once." Trollivor did as he was told, hung up the receiver. and again had re- 1 source to the brandy flask. "Is he coming?" asked Haight, ominously. "What did he say ?" "He said," Trollivor answered dul- ly, "that if we want to see him, we'll have to go up there. "Well, I'll be-" Haight choked on the expletive. "Well, then, we'll go there, and I fancy when I get through with Mr. Nevilles, he'll he glad to come run- ning next time he is summoned. Get your hat, Trollivor, my car's outside." 'Three-quarters of an' hour later Haight's limousine purred up a curv- ing roadway hedged with ancient oaks, It had always been a fly in the ex - banker's ointment that those sweep- ing grounds and big colonial home looking proudly above them possessed a certain indefinable distinction which his own grounds and magnificent country home could never own; a stateliness and •beauty of maturity which time and care alone can give. Three generations of Parnleys had had the moulding of Shag Villa. Grounds and house had been laid out after the English style of landscape and architecture. It was but natural perhaps that Haight should sigh en- viously as his frowning eyes swept the beautiful picture before him. "Now, remember, you're to let me do the talking," he warned, as they ascended the steps' to the house. "Thanks Guardie," she called after out. The experience is worth the him. Perhaps he did not hear her. Hi face was back in its aecustome scowling mask, as he passed from th room. s d e price though, if only you will profit by it, but you won't." "I will," promised Trollivor. "I'm through with plunging for ever." He shrank from the other's cackling South. a.m. p.m. Wingham 6.45 3.051 Belgrave 7.03 3.23 Blyth 7.14 3.37 Londesboro . 7.21 3.45 Clinton • 7.40 4.08 7.58 4.28- 8.05 4.36• 8.13 4.4& 8.27 4.58 Centralia 8.39 5.08 Brucefield ... Kippen Hensel] ..... Exeter C. N. R. TIME TABLE East. a.m. p.m. Goraerich 6.20 2.15• llolmesville 6.36 2,32 Clinton 6.44 2.45 6.59 3.03 7.06 3.10 7.11 3.17 Seaforth St. Columban Dublin Dublin St. Columban. Seaforth � Clinton Holmesville Goderich C. P. R. Goderich Menset McGaw Auburn Blyth West. a.m. 11.27 11.32 11.43 11.59 12.11 12.25 P.M- p.m. 5.38 10.04• 5.44 .... 5.53 10.17 6.08-5.43 10.31 7.05 10.40. 7.10 10.57 TIME TABLE East. Walton McNaught Toronto • West. Toronto McNaught Walton Blyth Auburn McGaw Meneset Goderich ......... R.M. 5.50' 5.55- 6.04, .566.04, 6.11 6.25 6.40. 6.52 10.25- a.m. 7.40 11.48 12:01 12.12 12:'+ 1 114 .12Aii