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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Huron Expositor, 1931-03-06, Page 7ii .1 at it 114R R 6, j31. RUPTURE SPECIALIST Rupture, Varicocele, Varicose Veins, Abdoe final ,Weakness, Spinal Deform ttyy Consultation free. Call or write, J. G. SMITH, British Appli-, Anee Specialists, 15 Downie St., Strat ford, Ont. 8202-52 >t' t�. ;it Ftf • LEGAL Phone No. 91 JOHN J. HUGGARD Barrister, Solicitor,, Notary Public, , Etc. Beattie Block - - Seaforth, Ont. R. S. HAYS Barrister, Solicitor, Conveyancer and Notary Public. Solicitor for the DoMinion Bank. 'Offi'ce in rear, of the Dominion Bank, Seaforth. Money to .loan. BEST & BEST Barristers, .Solnci ars ConveY an - ceas and Notaries Public, Etc. Office in the Edge Building, oppesite The Expositor Office. VETERINARY JOHN GRIEVE, V.S. Honor graduate of Ontario Veterin- arr;' College. 'All disease ere domestic animals treated. 'Calls promptly at- tended to and charges moderate. Vet- erinary Dentistry a specialty. 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' ite , e. ...„ ,,,,„ r. 7 HalfBreed A Story of the Great Cowboy. West By LUKE ALLAN (Continued from last week) "I'm quittin'," he announced. his Inspector opened h s mouth and shut it in his surprise. ' "No luck?" he inquired sympathet- ically. Blue Pete did not answer for a long time, and the Inspector watched him narrowly. "I'm quittin', that's all." "What you need, Pete, is a good square meal. Run up to the Royal and charge it to me. You'll feel bet- ter. You look starved." Blue Pete stumbled out, at the meal and climbed grimly to Whiskers' back and rode away to the south. CHAPTER XVI THE MYSTERIOUS SHOT Late into the night the Inspector waited for the half-breed's return. At ten he strolled over to the Royal and then went home, where he lay awake half the night. 'In the early morning he called up the Lodge, but the half- breed had not been there. Corporal Mahon, however, had things of im- portance to say. "Give me three days," he pleaded. "I want to poke about in the Hills. Things are happening in there right now -and we ought to know." The Inspector thought quickly. "Go ahead. I'll send Mitchell down to take. your place. It's quiet just now around the Creek." That was how Mahon, with three all too short days ahead for the ful- filment of a long cherished desire, came to be one of the thousands of mysterious living beings that moved about in the unexplored depths of the Cypress Hills. Following a long al- kali flat that extended along one side of Elk Lake, he entered the Hills by a depression where his movements were concealed from the prairie. The expedition might mean much or nothing, and he did not minimize the dangers. Yet 'back in his mind was an unexpressed hope that counted al- most as much as the possibility of un- covering the hiding places of the rust- lers. The Hills had long symbolised to him the unravelling of every prair- ie mystery, especially since he had discovered Blue Pete's familiarity with them. Now it was Mira. Like everyone else who thought of her dis- appearance, he could not associate her with any other place in the world than the prairie where she was raised. And of late he had convinced himself that Mira knew more of the secrets of the Hills than she cthose to admit. Hidden within the hills he paused to consider his course. The one spot he knew well was Blue Pete's cave. All else seemed in his mind to lead to and leave that focus. But an un- reasoned reluctance' to intrude into a secret hiding place to which the. half- breed had led him in a time of stress was increased by the temporary un- certainty of Blue Pete's whereabouts and plans. At any rate he was not there to find his dusky friend. Ac- cordingly he turned eastward. At first he kept to the clearer ridg- es, riding slowly and avoiding rocks and fallen boughs. He had no thought of coming on the rustlers unawares - that was impossible under the condi- tions-but ondi- tions but he did hope to uncover their retreats, the hiding-places.c}f the stolen animals, and marks that might guide them in future chases. In this he was to some extent successful. He discovered unmistakable signs not on- ly of pathways but of temporary halts of many horses and some cattle. The manner in which these petered out into trackless wilds convinced him of the care with which the rustlers handled the bunches. Once in the Hills they could take their time to break the herds up and drive them in devious separate routes that left the minimum of trail and disappear- ed entirely under conditions of ground plentiful enough where there was so much rock and such tangled depths of brush and fallen trees. Darkness had fallen before he gave` up for the day with an annoyed sense of defeat. Trail after trail had fad- ed out before his eyes, most of them old enough to defy tracking. It was a still, ghostly night, with the glim- mer of an abortive moon through the overhanging trees. He had an illus- ion of not being so much alone as the silence implied, and for an hour after he lay down, horse and rifle close at hand, he strained' eyes and ears into the surrounding gloom. Licensed auctioneer for the counties of Huron and Perth. Correspondence arrangements for sale dates can be made by calling The Exposit tr Office, Seaforth. Charges moderate, a n d satisfaction guaranteed.' Phone 302. OSCAR KLOPP Honor Graduate Carey Jones' Na- tional School for Auetioneering, Chi- cago. 'Special course taken in Pure Bred Live Stock, Real Estate, Meir- chaedise and Farm Sales. Rotes in keeping with prevailing market, Sat. infarction assured. Write or wire, Oscar Klopp, Zurich, Ont. Phone: 13-93. 2866-62 t' 1 { R. T. LUKER Licensed auctioneer for the County of Huron. Sales attended o' in all parts of the county. Seven yyears' ex- perience in Maniltdba end Sankatehe- rr°a n. Terms' reasonable. Phone No. 1#7 r 11, . Eieter, Centralia P.O., R.R. N. 1. a. left at The Huron Et - pe iitli't a ;; :i Settfoulth, promptly .an. Waded tsr y . fore, but the ravine 'before him was unbroken woodland, with •a faint gleam of quiet water ickering up through g the crowding brush and dead fall. His horse was quietly drinking. He laughed, stretched' himself, and reached for his breakfast. But the box in which was carried every scrap of food for his three days' trip was gone, though he dis- tinctly rememlbered unfastening it from the saddle to bring it with his rifle with him on his quiet retreat from the Thing that seemed to be watching him. With sudden thought he looked about for his rifle. It too was missing, though he never moved without placing it in touch with some part of his body. His pistol was still in his belt where he kept it when out of the -saddle. Disgust, rather than alarm, made him exclaim beneath his breath. To his sense of defeat of the previous day's investigations was added the knowledge that someone was on his track -clever and daring, enough to rob him while he slept. That it was only robbery might mean little or much. Impatient to be moving he stepped out to his horse. As he reached for the rein, a mark in the soggy ground beside the creek caught his eye, but at that moment the horse blotted it out with heavy hoof. The picture that remained as he closed his eyes in a desperate effort to re- tain it was of a small foot. A close search proved that its owner had tak- en only the one false step. He had no thought of giving up be- cause his food was gone; and his rifle mattered little. He still had his re- volver. And as he rode he thought. More and more it came to him that the motive of the one who had robbed him was to turn him from his pur- pose rather than do him bodily harm. The essentials for advance had been taken but not the means of retreat. And that mark of a small foot -high - heeled, high arched! He began to weave curious deductions about it, deductions he followed somewhat whimsically until at,last he almost convinced himself tht some mental process had deceived his eyes. He knew better when, at the end of a long avenue through the trees, he saw her facing him. Her horse if for was turned asflight, and on her g face was a sneer that hurt his self- respect. He spurred to her, and she waited for him. "Mira! I''ve--we've been anxious about you. What are you doing here. I thought-" She had not taken her cold eyes from him, her head thrown back, flashing at him through drooping eye- lids. "You're anxious too late," she sneered. "If you'd thought of .it sooner it would have did me some good And whose 'business is it what I'm doing here? I guess these Hills is free And-- r.ohady cares anyway." She had started so bravely for so weak an ending! He was thinking at first how queenly she looked in her scorn -and yet how lonely in there in the shadows. And when the break came to her voice his heart throbbed for her. "You know I care, Mira," he said feelingly. "You know I would give my arm to -to be able to save you this suffering." She was stooping now over the pommel, fingering the rope, and a tinge of colour came and went where he could see her neck. "Mira!" he burst out. "Won't you come back to the old life?" "If I was you," she broke in breath- lessly, "I'd keep away from the Hills. There's them that would like to get you here." "That's why I'm, here," he said, trnught suddenly back to his duty. "Come," she said, "I11 go back with. you. I'll show you the shortest way." She was beside him, her skirt brush- ing his knee. The soft submission of the beautiful girl was overwhelming -almost. "I can't go back now," he said form- ally. "I'm here on duty." The colour deepened in her cheeks and her head went back in a taunting laugh. "Words -words! You always was good at them," she hurled at him and spurred' into the trees. He listened to the wild course of her flight. Then he remembered the, little mark in the soft ground and thoughtfully gathered up the rein. The urge, of his thoughts made his riding reckless. Where he had be- fore been trying to ride softly, be now scorned to turn aside, leaping rocks and trees and noisily crackling through the brush and dead -fall. His mind was only half on his work. The horse gathered • itself to leap a fallen tree. Something slipped smoothly over Mahon's head and fell about his arms. He spread them with a con- vulsive movement and ducked his head. But just then the horse jump- ed and he was jerked from the saddle, his head striking the tree. Gradually he came to believe that the very silence where he know was so much nightlife --supported his in- stinct that other beings or things, un- associated as he with the ordinary life of the Hills, were abroad. Some- times far away he heard the sounds he expected -night birds, water crea- tures -and once the long drawn howl of a wolf. More startling than the silence then was the answering howl close at hand,' a howl that differed in a way that puzzled him. There was something doglike about it, and it ended abruptly as if cutoff by force or sudden alarm. He rose with a curious sense of be- ing watched, and crept fifty yards a- way until he left behind him the back- ing of an upright rock. He had no sense of fear. His move had been rather from merely being under o'b- servation than from fear. And lying against the rock he went to sleep. 'When he awoke he saw how well he had protected himself in the dark - nese. The rock overhung for twenty feet above his head and about him grew a thicket. He peeped carefully o Xt, With trieniories of the night be - f tttt ere Bi1sy was "You 'l':Rllc a p� �" T!heen Wyoautdtemtaktoe & a .4.,�1r9es#le1lonwaJol pim�p wexxp sh y'are . cern hur's nwJo4vitriinae- aerie randleedphi here to put it in thpa weer. What 'elft ai{lky was the neee e o ye've aeoopetl, your titer, is a shoat ;aper ma)rkmg he hip ne tie 'bit of rope tied toe tree. Dutcbyf Petexteon lad .done life Wink Wel hjabere, favours a little' hole into thtere." e 'r ILe' bed a brutal finger he h 1p less Maho is forehead," "P'raps ye'd rather have yer head shot off with yer own rifle --accidental Ii'lte or suicide Ha, ha! Guess D•utc'hy wins. Sort o' perfaired the rope myself at first-" "Close your trap, ntilee," broke in Dutchy, pushing readily between him and the Corporal. "I ant to tell' you. Mountie, why you're going to kick the buleket. We've ',kept. you for that. Tt'e Slim Rawlins. A dead mate calk for revenge. You're the first --and then it'll be that damn 'half-breed." Mahon raised his aching head and smil "There's one thing it will do, Dut- chy. IIt'll give us the help we need in these parts with you ruffians. That is what we've wanted for years to get you fellows. It'll take only one bullet to rush a dozen Policemen down here. Your finish is certain any- way as daylight-ls'o it won't make much difference to you -you bloody. murderer!" Even as the rustler swore and kick- ed him; Mahon enjoyed his application of the borrowed epithet. "What you wanted, Dutch Henry, was to see a Mounted Policeman quail. When are you going to start to try?" Dutch Henry swung away furious - y, and Mahon heard a whispered dis- cussion proceeding out of his sight. It grew warmer -and he was certain a woman's voice was protesting. He knew, 'too, that it was Mira, and the knowledge did not sooth him. Bilsy came over, jerked him brutally to a sitting position and dragged him against a tree. He could see them then, four angry men holding their rifles half poised. But Mira suddenly rushed before them, her straight figure held to its every inch, her rifle in their faces and her finger on the trigger. "You shan't shoot him! You shan't!" she cried.' "The first to raise his gun I'll let daylight through." The rustlers glowered on her, fin- gering their rifles nervously. But she had forgotten Bilsy, for whose return from placing Mahon the others were waiting. aHlis voice came from behind her, drawling, half teasing, but un- mistakably determined. "Drop it, Mira! I've got ye covered. Yer a little fury sometimes, but we ain't taking it this time." Mahon strained to see what would happen. Sombthing had to come quickly. What did happen was as startling to him as to the rustlers. A report burst from the trees 'beyond, and with a yell Bilsy dropped his rifle and sprang back. Like the figures in a dream every rustler disappeared, Mira with them, scarcely a sound be- traying their course. Mahon kept his eyes on the sha- dows from which he thought the rifle shot had come. But it was not from there Blue Pete stepped out; and his eyes too seemed to be searching in the same direction as the Corporal's He cut the ropes without a word. "Like •a play, weren't it?" he laugh- ed at last. "Blood -an' -thunder dram- ar, with you the hero an' me " "You're mixing the characters, Pete." Mahon rose stiffly and stretch- ed himself. "You're the hero. I'm only the simple fool, the dunderhead the hero's always rescuing." "Rats! I didn't rescue you." "What? Then who did?" The half-breed shrugged his shoul- ders. "All I kin guess is it must 'a' bin a friend." He picked up the rifle Bilsy had dropped and examined it. `Hm-m! The felluh that did this sure has an eye." He pointed out the mark of the bullet on the side of the barrel. "But why didn't you shoot, Pete? You'll never -have a chance like that again --Dutch Henry . . . . And I thought you were after Bilsy." "Seems to me," said the half-breed slowly, "that you an' me don' want no inquest on this li'l affair- Thar seems to be three of us don' want to tell wot we saw here" Mahon was frowning at the ground. "Gad, Pete, what does it mean? Is she-" He chose not to finish the question. "All you need bother about, Boy, is that they're in love with you, that's wot." Mahon laughed bitterly. "Mira in love with me. You should have seen us a few hours 'ago. I tried to make love to her, I believe . . . And she scoffed at me -scoffed at me And now -she's saved my life I wonder if I could make her love me." Blue Pete only sighed. !R+ peat 0 His painfully opening eyes rested on a pair of evil countenances he knew well. But mental effort was agony. His head ached down the back like an open wound -'he knew it was a wound. Ah, yes, one was Dutch Henry, the other -he recalled it now -the cowboy of the shooting gallery. He could hear other voices behind him where he could not see - and one of them seemed to be a wo- man's. ;But he was only half con- scious -it was probably only' a twist in his dreams. He struggled to turn his stiff? neck, but arms and afiltles were tied and he fell over. But he 6f. C:IAP' EZ XVII li le aq the case..was further eceop Heated ` br h. t that b e Ind a e a wn- t e fop h,at >n time a ed the mare, hie !brand appearing Frightfully enough mixed with several others, some of them' obviously vent- ed an others uncertain. It was, therefore, more on Blue, Pete's uncanny knowledge of .brands, than on his part in the capture that the Inspector relied; .the latter was simple fact, though the half-breed re- fused at first to enter the witness box. But the Police had not counted on', polities. On the bench that day was to ,sit a new judge, a lawyer who're previous record in criminal cases had frequently brought him i to conflict with the Police. His political activi- ties had earned for him the new dis- tinction. Yet it was not until the In- spector saw the cunning face •behind the desk on the platform, now weigh- ed with exaggerated dignity and im- portance, that he even mentally ques- tioned .his administration of the law. Still he pinned his hopes to Blue Pete. The record of the mare ,was traced and a cowboy declared that he had''. recognized the animal in a small bunch encountered on its way south Then Blue Pete was called. He loung- ed into the box in his loose way, his squint eyes darting about the court room, and seated himself lazily on the edge of the railing. "Your name?" demanded the clerk. "Pete." "Your full name, please " The half-breed hesitated. "Blue Pete," he said. "Now, now," broke in the harsh voice of the judge, "don't play with the court. We want your full name -your Surname." The crowded court room was inter- ested. For the first time many of them began top suspect revelation when the name came. The smile hal passed from Blue Pete's face and he glanced at the Inspector, his hand fumbling at his chin. Inspector Bar- ker was quietly fuming. "Your name, your name!" repeated the clerk impatiently. "Don't waste the time of the court." "Maverick. Pete Maverick. Au- gustus Charles Pete -Peter Maver- ick." His face was solemn, but it did not prevent the titter than ran through the court at the impudent use of a term familiar to every rancher pres- ent, and at the ridiculous application of it to the half-breed. "Order, order!" shouted the sheriff. Everyone except the judge was smiling -his experience was too lim- ited to make him sure of himself and the court -,but he noted the laugh and glared at the witness. The Crown prosecutor rose hastily and opened his questioning. With few preliminaries he plunged Blue Pete into the part of the evidence where his knowledge would count. And the half-breed be- gan to feel better; the frank interest of audience and court rather pleased him. He told as well as he could how he determined brands and their dates, the kinds of irons used, the little touches that exposed to the experienc- ed the intentions of the branders. Col- our, condition of scar and skin, the length of hair and its coarseness, the feel and wrinkle of the skin under pressure, the story of the heat of the iron used and the care of the brander -all these and a score of other de- tails, puzzling to more than half the court even in a ranching country, came easily but in untrained phrasing from his lips. He told when the orig- inal branding was done, when the vents, and when the more recent al- terations intended to conceal the older marks. Not one in the room doubt- ed that, when it came to brands, Blue Pete was in a class by himself. In- spector Barker rubbed his hands. But when Paddy Norton, the big criminal lawyer from Calgary, rose and gave the famous preliminary tug to his ragged gown, things began to look different. Norton preferred a hard case. That was why he was in demand all over the West at some hundreds of dollars a day. Several seconds of strained silence followed his clumsy lurch, as he lifted a fat foot to the chair beside him and lean- ed on it facing the witness. Paddy loved silences; he knew their value. "How long have you been with the Police?" he shot at the half-breed. "'Bout a year ur two." Norton sniffed. "And all that time you and that atrocious pinto of yours have been sneaking about among hon- est ranchers trying to fasten crime on then. That's your sort, eh?" At first Blue Pete was bewildered. He raised himself from the railing and faced Norton squarely. "Sneakin' nothin'! The difference 'tween you an' me is I've :been tryin' to stop the rustlin' . . . . The honest rancher ain't afeard." Norton's experience of witness who turned on him was limited, for he had always been granted unfair lib- erties in the court. His huge body stiffened against the rustle of laugh- ter in the court room. "Quite a pretty little speech!" he sneered. "And now where were you before you came to this side and join- ed the Police?" The Crown prosecutor objected, but the judge upheld the question. "In the States." "And where were you in that large area called the 'ignited States?" "Montany." "And what were you doing there?" "Cowpunchin'." Norton made one of his famous pauses before the next question. He hitched his gown further on his shoul- ders and pulled it about the knee bent above the' chair. Even the Inspector waited in fear. "Now I want you to tell the court whether you were or were not rust- ling." BLUE PETE IN COURT For the first time Mahon was sore- ly tempted to exclude something from his report. He tried to convince him- self that Mira's share in the incident justified her protection to the extent of silence, that it entitled her to pro- tection from the suspicions of those. who knew her less well than he. But the very temptation ensured finally that the Inspector heard everything. And it was the Inspector himself who left it go no further. The one great gain from Mahon's experience was that it proved that the Hills were still the base of the rustlers' operations. The information simplified the work of the Police and enabled them to utilize their small staff to better advantage by ignoring immaterial incidents happening else- where on the prairie. Inspector Barker asked no ques- tions of Blue Pete. He recognized that the half-breed had passed --land was passing --through troubles of mind in wlhich he could not share. Ile had his own ideas of what these were, but he discussed them with no one. Only he watched with ooncern the half -+breed's growing silence and surli- bees. The immediate point that counted was that his presence, and the unexpected offer of the cowboy Blue Pete had pulled across the bor- der, enabled the Pollee to complete their evidence against Pete/eon, the �.'�iiirl.+t' 4S• . 6 t n6 1 tit . r. atOn la til • ti �w all •a'� tit��i�?���,�� dte to larwtlrrderi to 140a0.01.11/4.14;V:9:70: oo ahotic lorv;`°drx l'oii sih ` t ax 1 t `" Jsw )Pnb" *ote eloil: a r k Blue'Pete wue seated' eke, Int3 ;th4 ranting, careles ly:.It 'twi ii1 ,Stetspn:. In Ida voice_ as 11e,.,r0 Vas a• suggeetion oe'pnide `Ten yearn I .rustled 'with the i gest .. nds. " "'Wlhooutfits wereinththeeyi"adla "Crane Brothers, Sidney and Donn, Neates, Ilughson' . .' . 'W nnt" Neatens, more?" J �,. "a i' q't'r T `' A gasp ran through the court room; Every outfit mentioned most of them knew, at least by name; every one a prominent rancher across the. bonder: That' Norll tondo'.broke" in quickly. "No, no. "Thought it might,", grinned the half-breed. "They'iote paid you many a good dollar fer wot yer tryin' to do to-d'ay." The judge misunderstood Norton's flush. "Don't tell the court, Peter -Peter Maverick," he said sternly, "that Crane Brothers, and Sidney and- Cann,. and the rest you named are rustlers. We all know them here." "And yuh all knew the Stantons, and Peterson here, and -and lots others I cud name of I wanted." Norton went on hastily with'his ex- amination. "So that's how you yeti all about brands? I suppose you had a lot of brand -switching to do yourself?" "Lobs of us takes money fer wot we don't (brag about," was the pointed' reply. "I suppose you could alter a horse by brand or otherwise -even beauti- fy your leprous pinto -bb that its owner would never recognize it?" "Got a horse yuh want to lose?" grinned Blue Pete. "If . I had a horse of any kind rid certainly lock it up when you were about." The half-breed dropped his eyes at the laughter in the court. "Ef I did steal it," he growled, "all I'd need to do wud be to get a big crooked lawyer from Calgary to git me off." The laugh was against Norton. Norton looked at the judge, who responded to the hint by storming at the crowd and the witness. "You might tell us hew you'd go about altering a horse," suggested Norton. "'Ain't yuh makin' 'nough money in the gamepyer in?" asked Blue Pete ipnocently. , "It takes years of the life you've led," sneered the lawyer,. "to make a successful rustler. After all, I don't believe you know so much as you try to make the court believe. What, now wo uldY ou do with a horsee g to chap it? Prove this wonderful knowledge of yours to justify any value being attached to your evidence." Blue Pete bridled. He started slow- ly, uncertainly, but after the first few words what he had to say came free- ly, and in two minutes he had the oldest rancher in the room open- mouthed. He told of doping eyes, of the possibilities of 'carbolic acid and dyes, of tampering with nerves, of temporarily changing action and the hang of the head, tail and ears; of beating up lumps, filing teeth, alter- ing colour by certain injuries and scars; of the use of drugs and of art- ificial tug and collar marks to make a working horse; of galls by shaving; of clipping, reaching, docking, bishop- ing. Norton kept his eyes on the judge, nodding significantly now and then. Judge Ritchie lifted a shocked hand to stop the flow. "Do you expect this court to take the evidence of this man?" he de- manded of the Crown prosecutor. "A man who admits brazenly, even boast- fully, that he has been a rustler for ten years? I can't do it. No one is going to be convicted in this court on the evidence of such a man. More, I feel it my duty to express my amaze- ment that the Police should employ such a confessed criminal. If the ex- amination is finished, I will call ,the next witness." Blue Pete's expression had been passing through many phases as the judge talked. From bewilderment it changed to confusion, then to anger. "D'yuh mean I'm lyin'?" he de- manded. "That will do," ordered the judge. "Bring the next witness." But Blue Pete was not through. (Continued next week.) Blue Pete looked at the Inspector, the Crown prosecutor protesting vig- orously. It was' not the career of the witness that was in question, but a mere matter of fact. Was the de- fence able to prove Blue Pete's des- cription of the brands incorrect? Was it not obvious that he was right'? What the witness did years ago had ,ta�dty . 'hc►t' parp'ti'iI►1' 'Q '41 ' cover . riv t,h 4 P ejai &7setl�,Therianpiustoranes to nearly coven°weris Caddne cupful of,ep cpu' of fruit ands Pontix ' for fifteen minutes.' :•Ro bet. The . Ja l7 .Feat When the s'po n is first the rapidly ?boiling mint -tepee nd rrc{ held abolvie the saucepan, one: row yv ' drops will drop from the side of tier spoon. 'Gradually the drop Will form the spoon more slowly, sli along the spoon edge,. until ;two rows. of drops will form, dropping' side bi side, and gradually "sheettiig! off:!" Remove from the fire and pour into glasses. Mock Orange Marmalade. Two cupfuls chopped carrots, twee large oranges or three small ones, 9 cupfuls sugar, juice of 1 Iarge lemon:.: Scrape the carrots, removing the. hearts (which may be cooked and` , served as a creamed vegetable). Put the rest through the chopper and measure 2 cupfuls. Put into a two quart kettle or pan and 'allow to simmer' ' one-half hour, addinly only. enough water 'to keep from burning:, In the meantime pare the oranges.; taking care to cut off only the, outside skin. Put the parings ' into a. pan adding enough cold water to cover. Boil for ten minutes, then' pour off the water and rinse in cold water, after which cut into tiny bits. Remove all the white peeling deft on the oranges and cut the pulp into small pieces, adding it, with sugar to the cooked carrots. Boil the mixture until it becomes transparents. Add the chopped orange rind and continue to cook until thick. Add the lemon juice and simmer for five minutes longer. ,l. rF 00, Relieve CjE Ll Si \ (KIo-NEY 5o KIDNEY A o RRro Ori RHEUMAT1SM DR7 mut:' P1td S LONDON AND WINGHAM South. Wingham Belgrave Blyth Londesboro Clinton Brucefield Kippen Hensall Exeter Exeter Hensall Kippen Brucefield Clinton Londesboro Blyth Belgrave Wingham MAKING ORANGE MARMALADE Take any number of oranges. Al- low a lemon to each five oranges of medium size. Cut each in quarters, then slice the quarters as thin as pos- sible, through the rind and pulp. Dis- card the seeds. Weigh and prepare fruit, and far each pound pour on three pints of cold water. Set aside for twenty-four hours. Let boil until the rind is very tender four hours or longer, then set aside until the next d;ay. Measure the mixture (water and pulp) and for each cupful add a cupful of sugar. Let simmer until the mixture shows the jelly test. Store in jelly glasses. English Orange Marmalade Eight Seville oranges, 2 sweet or- anges, 2 lemons, 8 pints of water, '3 pounds of granulated sugar. Choose fruit of moderate size. Wash the fruit and remove off any peel in four sections. Scrape off any pith from the fruit with a knife, and cut the pulp into small pieces. Remove all the pips and steep them in one pint of cold water. Shred the peel finely. Put the shredded peel, the pulp and water into an earthenware vessel, cover and leave it to soak foe two days. Strain off the Water from the pips, add this to the other, tie the pips in a piece of muslin, and boil all together gently and steadily for 'one and a half hour•%, until the peat is soft. Remove the• spins and 11. ta lac a;; North. Goderich Holmesville Clinton Seaforth C. N. R. East. 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