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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Huron Expositor, 1931-04-17, Page 7�t f iY pft fl It ;I.y 1931. , o wiC UPTURE SPECIALIIST reere • emup ure, varleocele, VaricOse Veins Cimutual Weakness, Spina Deform- onsultation free. Call or nrirlse, J. G. SMITH, Briitish Appli- anger Specialists, 15 Downie St., Strat- 40ldy Ont. 820262 LEGAL Phone No. 91 JOHN J. HUGGARD Barrister, Solicitor, Notary Public, Etc.. !Beattie Block - - .' Se,aforth, Oat. , R. S. HAYS Barrister, Solicitor, !Conveyancer Mid Notary Public. Solicitor for the 11ominion Sank. Office in rear of the Do'tninuon . Bank, Seaforth. 'Money to BEST & BEST w 'Ba!tisters, Solicitors, Conveyan- Wes,and Notaries Public, Etc. Office gy�pp,, the Edge Building, opposite The ?�opos'tor Office. VETERINARY f JOHN GRIEVE, V.S. Honor graduate of Ontario Veterin- ary C'ollege. All disease of domestic ary animals treated. Calls promptly at- tended to and charges moderate. Vet- erinary Dentistry a specialty. Office sand ,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 diseases of domestic animals treated by the most modern principles. Charges reasonable. Day or night eons promptly attended to. Office on Main Street, ,Hensall, opposite Town Ma1L Phone 116. MEDICAL DR. E. J. R. FORSTER Eye, Rai, Nose and Throat Graduate in Medicine, University of Toronto. Late assistant New York Ophthal- meel and Aural Institute, Moorefield's il/ye and Golden Square Throat Hos- Iitals, London, Eng. At Commercial Motel, Seaforth, third Monday in from 11 a.m. to 3 Arch month, p.m. i0 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 In Aberhart's Drug Store, Main St., Beaforth. Phone 90. DR. R. P. L DOUGALL Honor graduate of Faculty of Medicine and Master of Science, Uni- versity of Western Ontario, London. Member of College of Physicians and Surgeons of Ontario. Office 3 doors pat of post office. Phone 56, Iiensall, Ontario. 3004-tf DR. A. NEWTON-BRADY Bayfield. Graduate Dublin University, Ire- land. .Late Extern Assistant Master Rotunda Hospital for Women and } r,O . en, 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, asst of the United Church, Sea - forth Phone 46. Coroner for the County of Huron. r DR. C. MACKAY C. Mackay, honor graduate of Trin- ity University, and gold medalist of Trinity Medical College; member of the College of Physicians and Sur- Aemns of Ontario. 4 D.R. H. HUGH ROSS Graduate of Univemsity of Toronto irseulty of Medicine, member of Col- lege of Physicians and Surgeons of Oitario• pass graduate courses in Chicago Clinical School of Chicago ; Royal Ophthalmis Hospital, London, England; University Hospital, Lon- don, England. Office -Back of Do- minion Bank, Seaforth. Phone No. 5. Night Balls answered' from residence, Ifiettoria Street, Seaforth. DR. J. A. MUNN Graduate of Northwestern Univers- ity Chicago, Ill. •Licentiate Royal College of Dental Surgeons, Toronto. Office over Sills' Hardware, Main St , Beaforbh. Phone 151. DR- F. J. BECHELY Graduate Royal College of Dental Surgeons, Toronto. Office over W. R. Sanith'e Grocery, Main Street, Sett - forth. Phones: Office, 18'5 W; resi- dence, 185 J. CONSULTING ENGINEER S. W. Archibald, B.A.Sc., (Tor.), O.'L.S., Registered Professional En- alaeer and Land Surveyor. Associate ber Engineering Institute of Can- ada. Office, Seaforth, Ontario. s , AUCTIONEERS r THOMAS BROWN Licensed auctioneer for the counties of Huron and Perth. Correspondence arrangements for sale dates can be made by calling The Exposit �r Office Seaforth. Charges moderate, a n d satisfaction ,guaranteed. Phone 802. , OSCAR KLOPP . Honor Graduabe Carey Jones' Na- tional School for Auctioneering, Chi- cago. Special course taken in Pure Bred Live Stock, Real Estate, Mer- chandise and Farm Sales. Rates in keeping with preivailing, market, Sat• infection assured.to or wire, Oscar Klopp, 18-98. 2866-52 R. T. LUKER Licen auctioneer for the County of Huron. Sales attended o in au *arts of the county. Soren years' ex - Oedema is Manitoba and $aikatelto- wan. Terms reasonable. Phone No, 118 r 11, Eteei ', Centralia P.O., 11.R No• 1. Orders left at The Huron Bs pi aitb "` , Se fio/ebb, !promptly' irt- tsr CHAPTER I CORDOVA The west wind came over the Eagles, gathered.purity from the ev- ergreen elopes of the' mountains, blew across the foothills and league --'wide fields, and came at length to the stal- lion with a touch of coolness and en- chanting scents of far-off things. Just as his head went up, just as the breeze lifted mane and tail, Marianne Jordan halted her pony and drew i'.i her breath with pleasure. For she had caught from the chestnut in the corral one flash of perfection and those far-seeing eyes called to mind the Arab 'belief. Says the Sheik:'"I have raised my mare from a foal, and out of love for me she will lay down her life; but when I come out to her in the morn- ing, when 'I feed her and give her water, she still looks beyond me and across the desert. She is waiting for the coming of •a real man, she is wait- ing for the corning of a true master out of the horizon!'" Marianne had known thoroughbreds since she was a child and after com- ing West she had become acquainted with mere "hoss-flesh" but to -day for the first time she felt that the horse is not meant by nature to be the servant of man but that its speed is meant to ensure it sacred freedom. A moment later she was wondering how the thought had come to her. That glimpse of equine perfection had been an illusion built of spirit and atti- tutie; when the head of the stallion fell she saw the daylight truth: that this was either the wreck of a young horse or the sad ruin of a fine ani- mal now grown old. He was a ragged creature with dull eyes and pendulous lip. No comb had been among the tangles of mane and tail for an un- known period; no brush had smooth- ed his coat. It was once a rich red - chestnut, no doubt, but now it was sun -faded to the color of sand. He was thin. The unfleshed backbone and withers stood up painfully and she counted the ribs ' one by one. Yet his body was not so broken as his spirit. His drooped head gave him the ap- pearance of searching for a spot to lie down. He •seemed to have been left here by the cruelty of his owner to starve and die in the white heat of this corral -a desertion which he accepted as justice because he was useless in the world. It affected Marianne like the res- ignation of a man; indeed there was more personality in the chestnut than in many human beings. Once he had been a beauty, and the perfection which first startled her had'been a ghost out of his past. His head, where age or. famine showed least, was still unquestionably fine. The ears were short and delicately made, the eyes well-placed, the distance to the angle of the jaw long -in brief, it was that short head of small eloquently of hot blood. As her expert eye ran over the rest of the body she sighed to think that such a creature had come to such an end. There was about him n'o sign pf life save the twitch of his skin to shake off flies. Certainly this could not be the horse she had been advised to see and she was about to pass on when she felt eyes watching her from the steep sha- dow of the shed which bordered the corral. Then she made out a dapper olive -skinned fellow sitting with his back against the wall in such a posi- tion of complete relaxation as only a Mexican is capable of assuming. He wore a short tuft of black moustache cut well away from the edge of the red lip, a moustache which oddly ac- centuated his youth. In body and fea- tures he was of that feminine delic- acy which your large -handed Saxon dislikes, and though 'Marianne was by no means a stalwart, she detested the m'a,n at once. For that reason, being a lady to the tips of her slim fingers, her smile was more cordial than nec- essary. "I am looking for Manned Cordova, she said. "Me," replied the Mexican, and managed to speak without removing the cigarette. "I'm glad to know you," she • ans- wered. "I aria Marianne Jordan." At this, Manuel Cordova removed his cigarette, regardless of the ashes which tumbled straightway down the bell-mlouthed sleeve of his jacket; for a Mexican deems it highly indecorous to pay the slightest heed to his to- bacco ashes. Whether they land on chin or waistcoat they are allowed to remain until the wind carries them away. "The pleasure is to me," said Cord- ova melodiously, and made painful preparations to rise. ' She gathered at once that the ef- fort would spoil his morning and urg- ed him to remain where he was, at Which he smiled with the care of a movie star, presenting an even, white line of teeth. Marianne went on: "Let me explain. I've come to the Glostenville fair to buy some brood mares for my ranch and of course the ones I want are the Coles horses. You've seen them?* He nodded. "But those horses," she continued, checking off her points, "will not be offered for sale until after the race this afternoon. They're all entered and they are sure to win. There's nothing to touch them and when they breeze across the finish I imagine every ranch owner present will want to bid for them. That would put them above my reach and I can only pray that the miracle will happen -+a horse may turn up to beat them. I made inquir- ies and I was told that the best pros- pect was Manuel Cordova's Alcatraz. So +I've come with high hopes, Senor Cordova, and I'll appreciate! it great- ly if you'll let me see your champion." "Look till the heart is content, sen' oiite," ropilied the aVfexiean, and he extended a slim, lazy hand towards the drowsing stallion, "But," cried the' girl, "I was to of a real runner -e-3") She squinted critically at the faded chestnut. She had ,been told of a four year old while this 'gaunt anhiial look- ed fifteen at least. However, it is one thing to catch a general impression and another to read points: Marianne took heed, now, of the long slope of the shoulders, the short back, the well let down hocks. After all, underfeed- ing would dull the eye and give the ragged, lifeless coat. 'tiHle is not much horse, eh?" 'pur- red 'Cordova. But the longer she looked the more she saw. The very ' leanness of Alcat- raz made it easier to trace his run- ning -muscles; she estimated, too, the ample girth at the cinches where size means wind. "And that's Alcatraz?" she mur- mured. "That is all," said the ,pleasant Cordova. "May I go into the corral and look him over at close range? I never feel that I know a horse till I get my hands on it." She was about to dismount when she saw that the Mexican was hesi- tating and she settled back in the sad- dle, flushed with displeasure. "No," said Cordova, "that would not be good. You will see.!" He smiled again and rising, he sauntered to the fence and turned a- bout .with his shoulders resting a- gainst the upper 'bar, his back tot the stallion. As he did so, Alcatraz put forward his ears, which, in connec- tion with the dullness of his eyes, gave him a peculiarly foolish look. "You will see a thing, senorita!" the Mexican was chuckling. It came without warning. Alcatraz turned with the speed of a whiplash curling and drove straight at the place where his master leaned. Mari- anne's cry of alarm was not needed. Cordova had already started, but ev- en so he barely escaped. The chest- nut on braced legs skidded to the fence, his teeth snapping short inch- es from the back of his master. His failure maddened Alcatraz. He re- minded Marianne of the antics of a cat when in her play with the mouse she tosses her victim a little too far away and wheels to find her prospec- tive meal disappearing down a hole. In exactly similar wise the stallion went around the corral in a whirl of dust, rearing, lashing out with hind legs and striking with fore, catching imaginary things in his teeth and shaking them to pieces. When the fury diminished he began to glide up and down the fence, and there was something' so feline in the grace of those long steps and the intentness with which the brute watched Cordova that the girl remembered a new - brought tiger in the zoo. Also, rage had poured him full of such strength that through the dust cloud she caught again glimpses of that first perfec- tion. He came at last to a stop, but he faced his owner with a look of steady hate. The latter returned the gaze with interest, stroking his face and snarling: "Once more, red devil, eh? Once more you miss? Bah! But I, I shall not miss!" It was not as one will talk to a dumb beast, for there was no mis- taking the vicious earnestness of Cordova, and now the girl made out that he was caressing_a long, white scar which ran from his temple a- cross the cheekbone. Marianne glanc- ed away, embarrassed, , as people are when another reveals a dark and hid- den portion of his character. "You see?" said Cordova, "you would not be happy in the corral with him, eh?" He rolled a cigarette with smiling lips as he spoke, 'but all the time his black eyes burned at the chestnut. He seemed to Marianne half child and half old man, and both parts of him were evil now that she could guess the whole story. Cordova camipaigned through the country, racing his horse at fairs or for side bets. For two rea- sons he kept the animal systematical- ly undernourished: one was that he was thereby able to get better odds; the other was that only on a weak- ened Alcatraz would he trust himself. At this she did not wonder for nev- er had she seen such almost human viciousness of temper in a dumb beast. "As for running, senorita," contin- ued 'Cordova, "sometimes he does very well -yes, very well. But when he is dull the spurs are nothing to him." He indicated a criss-crossing of scars on the flank of the stallion and Marianne, biting her lip, realized that she must leave at once if she wished to avoid showing her contempt, and her anger. She was a mile down the road and entering the main street of Gloster- ville before her temper cooled. She de- cided that it was best to forget both Alcatraz and his master: they were equally matched in devilishness. Her last hope of seeing the mares beaten was gone, and with it all chance of buying them at a reasonable figure; for no matter what the potentialities of Alcatraz in his present starved con- dition he could not compare with the bays. She thought of Lady Mary with the sunlight rippling over her shoul- der muscles. Certainly Alcatraz would never come within whisking distance of her tail! CHAPTER II THE COMIING OF DAVID Having reached this conclusion, the logical thing, of course, was for Mari- anne ttl pack and go without waiting to see the race or hear the bidding for the Coles horses; but she could not leave. Hope is as .blind as love. She had left the ranch saying to leer father and to the foreman, Low "Her- vey: " The bank account is shrinking, but ideals are worth more than facts and I shall improv the horses on this place." It was d rather too phil- osophical speech for .one of her years, but Oliver Jordan had Merely shrug- ged his shoulders,, and rolled another cigarette; the crushed leg which, for the past three years, had made him a cripple, had taught him patience. Only the foreman had ventured to smile openly. It was no secret that Lew Hervey disliked the 'girl heartily. The fall of the horse Which made Jordan a semi -invalid, killed his am- bition and self-reliance at the same instant. Not only was it impossible for him to ride since the accident, but the free swinging self confidence which had, made him prosperous dis- appeared at the same time; his every thoughts walked slowly on foot since his fail. Hervey gathered the reins of the ranch affairs more and more into his own hands and had grown to an ahnost independent power when Mari- anne came home from school. Having studied music and modern languages, who could have suspected in Mari- anne either the desire or the will to manage a ranch, but to Marianne the necessity for following the course she took was as plain as the 'palm of her open hand. The big estate, once such a money-maker, was now losing. Her father had lost his grip and could not manage his own affairs, but who had ever heard of a hired 'man being call- ed to run the Jordan business a long as there was a Jordan alive? She, Marianne, was very much alive. She came West and took the ranch in hand. Her father smiled and gave her whatever she required; in a week the estate was hers to control. But for all her determination and confidence. she knew that she could not master cattle -raising in a few weeks. She was unfemininely willing to take ad- vice. 'She even hunted for it, and though her father refused to enter into the thing even with •suggestions, a `little help from Hervey plus her indotnitable energy might have made her attempt a success. Hervey, however, was by no means willing to help. In fact, he was pro- foundly disgruntled. He had found himself, beyond all expectation, in a po.sition almost as absolute and dig- nified as that of a real owner with not the slightest interference from Jordan, when on a sudden the arrival of this pretty little dark -eyed girl submerged him again in his old role of the hired man. He took what Mari- anne considered a sneaking revenge. He entered at once upon a career of the most perfect subordination. 'o fault could be found with his wor He executed every commission with scrupulous care. But when his advice was asked he became a sphinx. "Some folks say one way and some another. Speaking personal, I dunno, Miss Jor- dan. You just tell ine what to do and I'll do it. This attitude irritated her so the,`. she was several times on the verge of discharging him, but how could she turn out so old an employee and one so painstaking in the duties as- signed to him? Many a day she pray- ed for "a new foreman or night," but Hervey kept his job, and in spite of her best efforts, affairs went from bad to worse and the more desperately she struggled the more hopelessly she was lost. This affair of the horses was typical. No doubt the saddle stock were in sad need of improved blood but this was hardly the moment to undertake such an expenditure. Hay - 'ng once suggested the move, the quiet smiles of Hervey had spurred her on. She knew the meaning of those smiles. He was waiting till she should ex- haust even the immense tolerance of her father; when she fell he would swing again into the saddle of con- trol. Yet she would go on and ,buy the mares if she could. Hers was one of those militant spirits which, once committed, fights to the end along every line. And indeed, if she ever contemplated surrender, if she were more than once on the verge of giro- ing way to the tears of broken spirit. the vague, uninterested eyes of her father and the otherwise smiles of Hervey were whips which sent her back into the battle. But to -day, when she regained her room in the hotel, she walked up and down with the feeling that she was struggling against manifest destiny. And in a rare burst of self-pity, she paused in front of the window, grit- ting her teeth to restrain a floo4 of tears. A cowpuncher rocked across the blur of her vision on his pony, halted and swung down in front of the table across the street. The horse stagger- ed as the weight came out of the stirrup and that made Marianne watch with a keener interest, for she had seen a great deal of merciless riding since she came West and it always angered her. The cowpuncher used "hoss-flesh" rather than horses, a dis- tinction that made her hot. If a horse were not good enough to be loved it was not good enough to be ridden. That was oneg+ of her maxims. She stepped closer to the window. Cer- tainly that pony had been cruelly handled for the little grey gelding swayed in rhythm with his panting ; from his belly sweat dripped stead- ily into the dust and the reins had chafed his neck to a lather. Marianne flashed into indignation and that, of course, made her scrutinize the rider more narrowly. He was perfect of that type of cowboy which she de- tested most: handsome, lithe, childish- ly vain in his dress. About his som- brero°ran a heavy width of goldbraid; his shirt eels blue silk; his bandana was red; his boots were shop -made beauties, soft and flexible; and on his heels glittered -gilded spurs! "And I'll wager," thought the in- dignant Marianne, "that he hasn't ten dollars in the world!" He unknotted the cinches and drew off the saddle, propping it against �4`, r ?',C*jw,�r+Rz'+rrit� �'�+styFMi•,�'Kk�����j,",�#et�� '1'4",� ,an•� "��> 'fit '�iott'�F!� ',� 1.1 Qx#e rtr sse�l o rG"rl a'n;,a';`ir�lk 11r �s2 inotF' d ,the' "buckr t re i tie l eaobur% -1QSFi r .' old than who app 1.14Y fat: all day' and every day' beside the dear 9f the. stable, only sh;!ftlng'from, tlmie to time to 'keep in shadow, • pasee 'his beard tlixoug1, bei fist g1n1i,,spPker',F{9 cry ;sound, even of thhe ,panting ;horse, came clearly to her through the open window.. +r: "Kind of small but kind of trim, that Noss." "Not so 'small, said the rider. "About fifteen two, I guess." "'Measured him?" "Never." "I'd say nigher onto fifteen one," "Bet my spurs to ten dollars that he's fifteen two; and that's good odds for you." The old man hesitated; but the stable boy was watching him with a grin. "I'll take that bet if-" he began. The rider snapped him up so quick- ly that Marianne was angered again. Of course he knew the height of his own horse and it would ,be criminal to take the old loafer's money, but that was his determination. "Get a tape, son. We'll see." The stable boy disappeared in .the shadow of the door and came bank at once with the measure. The grey geld- ing, in the meantime, had smelled the sweetness of hay and was growing restive but a sharp word from the rider jerked him up like a tug on his bit. He tossed his head and waited, his ears flat. "Look out, Dad," called the rider, as he arranged the tape to fall from the withers of the horse, "this little devil'll kick your head off quicker than a rwink if he gets a chance." "'He don't look mean," said the grey beard, stepping back in haste. • "I like 'em mean and I keep 'em mean," said the other. "A tame hors is like a tame man and 'I don't give a damn for a gent who won't fight." Marianne covertly stamped. It was so easy to convert her worries into anger at another that she was be- ginning to hate this brutal -minded Beau Brummel of the ranges. Besides she had had bitter experience with these noisy, careless fellows when they worked on her ranch. Her foreman was such a type grown to middle -age. Indeed her anger at the whole species called "cowpuncher" now focused to a burning -point on him of the gilded spurs. The measuring was finished; he stepped back. "Fifteen one and a quarter," he an- nounced. "You win, Dad!" Marianne wanted to cheer. "You win, confound it! And where will I get the mates of this pair? You win and I'm the underdog." "A poor loser, too," thought Mari- anne. She was beginning to round her conception of the man; and every- thing she added to the picture made her dislike him the more cordially. -He had dropped on one knee in the dust and was busily loosening the spurs, paying no attention to lthe faint protests of the winner that he "didn't have no use for the darned things no ways." And finally he drowned the protests by breaking in- to song in a wide -ringing baritone and tossing the spurs at the feet of the others. He rose -laughing -and Marianne, with a mental wrest, re- arranged one part of her preconcep- tion, yet this carelessness was only another form of the curse of the West and Westerners -extravagance. He turned now to a tousle -headed three-year-old boy who was wander- ing near, drawn by the .brilliance of the stranger. "Keep away from those heels, kid- die. Look out, now!" The yellow -haired boy, however, dazed by this sudden centering of at- tention on him,, stared up at the speaker with his thumb in his mouth, and with great, frightened eyes - he headed straight for the heels of the grey! "Take the hoss-" began the rider to the stableboy. But the stable -boy's sudden reaching for the reins made the grey toss its head and Turek back towards the child. Marianne caught her breath as the stranger, with mouth drawn to a thin, grim line, leaped for the youngster. The grey lashed out with vicious haste, but that very haste spoiled his aim. His heels whipped ov- er the shoulder of his master as the latter scooped up the child and sprang away. Marianne, grown sick, steadied herself against the side of the win- dow; she had seen the brightness of steel on the driving hoofs. A hasty group formed. The stable boy was guiltily leading the horse through (the door and around the gaudy rider came the old man, and a woman who had run from a neighbor- ing porch, and a long -moustached giant. But all that Marianne distinct- ly saw was the white, set face of the rescuer as he soothed the child in his arms; in z, moment it had stopped crying and the wonan received it. It was the old man who uttered the thought of Marianne. "That was cool, young feller, and darned quick, and a nervy thing as I ever seen." "Tut!" said the other, but the girl thought that his smile was a little forced. He must have heard those metal -armed hoofs as they whirred past his head. "There is distinctly something worth while about these Westerners, after all," thought Marianne. Something else was happening now. The big man with the sandy, long moustaches was lecturing him on the gay attire. "Nervy enough,'9 he began, "but you'd oughtn't to take a hoss around where kids are, a hoss that ain't learned to stop kicldng. It's a fool thing to do, I say. 'I seen once where ' `festopped, agape on his next word for the lectured had turned on the lecturer, dropped his hands on his hips, and broke into loud laughter. "Excuse me for laughing," he said when he could speak, "but I didn't see you before and -those whiskers, part- ner -those whiskers are-" The laughter came again, a gale of it, and Marianne found herself smil- ing in sympathy. For they were odd whiskers, to be sure. They hung 4.h tiou� ',%atx} �c;K+oyy*d� wldi ths)n pn 4ToO rs wA c1.9se at .hand, rT►e�as#' vl4m1 pression rile sn l?�Ndy of the bla 44 i,,; cinsen a ' laborin blaoksmdtl will!; .'the, *lip a a ra 1I on his sweaty Bald, bead ,'aid over 911I amiple, soot larkened axxnn Beside hss daily work. of molding �b on •Wj 1 hes. and• hamim r41ows; a fight betouees men was " play; and now, with his ni hands . on his hips his neer „ vas: that of one relaxed in mood and ready for entertainment. Presently he cast up his right arm and 'swayed to the left; then back; then rocked forward on his toes pre- senting two huge fists red with iron - rust and oil. It seemed that he was engaging in battle with some airy figure before him. That was enough of a hint to make Marianne look again towards the pair directly below her; the hat of the gaudy cowpuncher lay in the dust where it had evidently been knocked by the first poorly aimed :blow of him of the moustaches, and the owner of the hat danced away at a little dist- ance. Marianne saw what the hat had hitherto concealed, a shock of flame - red hair, and she removed her fingers from her ears in time to hear the big man roar: "'Phis ain't a dance, damn you! Stand still and fight!" "Nope," laughed the other. "It ain't a dance. 'It's a pile more fun. Come op your`" The big man obscured the last of the insulting description of his an- cestry with the rush of a bull, his head lowered and his fists doing duty as horns. Plainly the giant had only to get one blow home to end the con- flict, but swift and graceful as a tongue of fire dancing along a log the red-headed man flashed to one side, and as he whirled Marianne saw that he was laughing still, drunk with the joy of .battle. Goliath roared past, thrashing the air; David swayed in with darting fists. They closed. They became obscure forms whirling in a fog of dust until red -head leaped out of .the mist. Goliath followed with the cloud boil- ing away from him, a mountain of a man above his foem'an. "It's unfair!" shrilled Marianne. "That great brute and=" •Red -head darted forward, a blue clad arm flicked out. She almost heard and felt the jar of that astonishing shock which halted Goliath in his tracks with one foot raised. He wob- bled an instant, then his great knees bent, and dropping inert on his face the dust spurted like steam under the impact. The crowd now washed in from ev- ery side to lift him up and revive him with canteens of water, yet they Were quite jovial in the midst of their work of mercy and Marianne gathered that the fall of Goliath was not altogether unwelcome to the townsmen. She sane the bulky figure raised to a sitting posture, saw a dull eyed face, bloody about the mouth and looked away hastily towards the red- headed victor. He was in the act of picking the torn fragments of his sombrero from' the dust. It had probably come in con- tact with the giant's spurs as they wrestled, for the crown was literally ripped to tatters. And when, its own- er beat out the dirt and placed the hat on his .head, the fiery hair was still visible through the rents. Yet he was not downhearted, it seemed. He leaned jauntily against a hitching post under her window and rolled a cigar- ette, quite withdrawn from the crowd which was working over his victim. Marianne began to feel that all she had seen was an ordinary chapter in his life; yet in the, mere crossing of that street he had lost his spurs on a bet; saved a youngster from death at the risk of his own head, battled with 'a monster and new rolled a cig- arette cheerily complacent. If fifty feet of his life made such a story what must a year of it be? As though he felt her wonder above him, he raised his head in the act of lighting his cigarette and Marianne was looking down into bright, whim- sical blue eyes/ She was utterly un- conscious of it at the moment but at the sight of that happy face and all the dust -dimmed finery of the cava- lier, Marianne involuntarily smiled. She knew what she had done the mo- ment he grinned in response and be- gan to whistle, and whistle he did, keeping the rhythm with the sway of his head: "At the end of the trail I'll be weary riding But Mary will wait with a smile at the door; The spurs and the bit had been chink- ing and chiding But the end of the trail ---r" Marianne stepped back from the window with the blood tingling in her face. She was terribly ashamed, for some reason, because she knew the words of that song. "A cowpuncher -.actually whistling at me!" she muttered, "I've never known a red-headed man who wasn't insolent!" The whistling died out, a clear -ring- ing bariton began a new air: "Oh, father, father William, I've seen your daughter dear. Will you trade her for the brindled cow and the yellow steer? And I'll throw in my riding boots and. . . ." Marianne slammied down the win- dow. A moment later she was horri- fied to find herself smiling. (Continued next week.) New York's latest speakeasy kill- ing must have been done by some- one on the inside. They picked 'the exact hour when the cops were out to lunch. se, iWitrvl, 1 11 15! ehfe,� it 11 9 nGv SONG FOR , 'By Molly Bev The Blue Bell poetess When April, hand in hand with Spring,. Sets every robin carolling, And faint and very far and clear the god Pan calls, There's something in the heart of me That mocks at adult dignity, Makes me long to run and play with bounce -y rubber balls! . Lovely mottled marbles, Skipping-ropes thin,. Silver -wheeled roller-skates, Tops that spin. • I want to play hopscotch, I want to soar high In a creaking old swing That meets the sky; I want to listen, As I used to do, To the strange earth sounds Of seeds coming through;. I want to hunt fairies, With gossamer wings, Who'll grant three wishes For magical things; I want to watch small Green parasols unfurl, When sugar -sticky chestnuts Their buds uncurl; And I want to imagine I'm alive again In the Upside -Down -Land Of puddles after rain. If April, as she's ever done, Keeps teardrops rainbowed by the sun,. Incarnates all the beauty in the Age of Gold, Then have I found in very truth The foundation of eternal youth; I'll count my age by Aprils that defy me to grow old! LONDON AND WINGHAM South. Wingham Belgrave Blyth Londesboro Clinton Brucefield Kippen Hensall Exeter Exeter Hensall Kippen Brucefield Clinton Londesboro Blyth Belgrave Wingham North. C. N. R. East. a.m. 6.45 7.01 '7.12 7.19 7.38 7.56 8.03 8.09 8.23 10.59 11.13 11.18 11.27 11.58 12.18 12.28 12.40 12.55 p.m. 2.50' 8.10 3.22- 3.80 3.53 4.13 4.21 423 4.43 5.42 5.5? 6.01 6.08. 6.27 6.45 6.52 7.02 7.20• a.m. p.m. Goderich 6.36 2.80 H,olmesville 6.50 2.46 Clinton 6.58 2.53 Seaforth '7.12 8.11 St. Columban 7.18 8.17 Dublin 7.23 8.22 West Dublin 11.24 9.42' St. Columban 11.29 Seaforth 11.40 9.55, Clinton .... • 11.55 10.09 Holmesville 12.05 10.18 Goderich 12.20 10.86• C. P. R. TIME TABLE East. a.m. Goderich 6.50: Menset 6.53 McGaw 0,04 Auburn 8.11 Blyth 6.18 Walton McNaught Toronto. West. 6.40 6.51 10.7.0' Toronto ,, '1:4G McNaught .......r::......•11.46 Walton .. . 12.0;1 Blyth , 111*r Auburn ..•, .. yyy!'�2y,20', lllldera'i►' .....•........ Monte Goderich ........ f i WE ...'..'. •'j] • 5S r4T a5 Fl 11 7.