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Sat- isfaction assured. Write or wire, I Oscar Klopp, Zurich, Ont. Phone : i 13-93. 2866-52 1 R. T. LUKER Licensed auctioneer for the County ' of Huron. Sales attended to in all i parts of the county. 'Seven years' ex- i perience in Manitoba and Saskatche- wan. Terms reasonable. Phone No. 1 178 r 11, Exeter, Centralia P. 0., R.R. ( No. 1. Orders left at The Huron Ea- ( positor Office, Seaforth, promptly at- 1 tended to. • ' ] '4n vi! By Joseph C. Lincoln Continued from last week. At eleven o'clock, while the men were at dinner, the telephone bell rang. Orham Station reported a schooner - at that period seven - eights of the craft passing Broad Rip were schooners -in sight off the Sand Hill and plainly 'making a hard fight for it. Calvin answered the call and listened to the words of the Orham keeper. "She's pretty well out," the latter said, "and she may make it all right, but T thought I'd tell you to keep an eye on her. Guess likely this is the last chance we'll have to talk, because the telephone between here and town is out of''kilter-,poles down somewheres, S presume likely -and it's only by•luck some of them be- tween us�•and you ain't carried away. They're liable to be any minute, in this gale. Is it cold down to Set- uckit? 'Tain't summer 'round here, I'm '-tellin' everybody. This is the worst we've had yet this winter. I-" There the conversation broke off, and no amount of ringing awoke a res,ponse. 'In all probability the pro- phecy concerning the carrying away of the poles had been fulfilled. The skipper was in his room at the moment, and to him Calvin bore the message concerning the schooner. Bartlett, pale and red -eyed after his night's vigil, went immediately to the tower. Calvin acconlipanied him. Bearse, the lookout, reported having already sighted' the schooner, but a snow flurry over that part of the sea had intervened, and she was now in- visible. "Pretty well out, she was" said' 'Bearse. "And headin' sou'west by south. She's a twomaster and heavy loaded by the look of her. She didn't seem to be in any trouble. Long's she can keep that course she's all right. Don't you think so, Cap'n?" Bartlett did not reply. He swept the sea with the glass, and Calvin, when he had finished, followed suit; but it was stili snowing, off there in mid -channel, and the schooner could not be seen. 'The skipper turned to the stairs. Homer lingered to cau tion Bearse. "Watch her all the time, Sam," he rdered. "And report if there are any' signs of her being in trouble." Sam nodded. "Aye, aye," he an- swered, and added in a whisper, "Say, Cal, what ails the old man? Did you notice how wild he looks? Ain't get - tin' another streak of the `restin" disease, is he? He'd have some ex- cuse for it this time. This would sartin be one lovely day for a picnic I to the Sand Hill." Calvin caught up with the skipper at the foot of the stairs. "I think she's all right, Cap'n," he said; "don't you?" Bartlett did not seem• to hear. On the threshold of his room he turned. "Let me alone, don't bother me, boy," he said, solemnly. "I'm goin' rn here to have a talk and I mustn't be disturbed." Calvin was bewildered. The little room -he could see it through the op- en door -was quite empty. "To talk," he repeated. "To talk with one of the men, you mean?" "No, no. Why should I talk with the men? They don't know anything. "Then who -a---?" 'Benoni smiled a queerly condescend - ng smile. alio laid a hand on his companion's sleeve. He spoke as one might to an inquisitive child. ""Don't say nothin' to the rest of em, boy," he whispered. "They T want to peek in, or listen or somethin', and He wouldn't like it. It's just between Him and me, you understand." "Him? Who?" "God. H'e's in there now, waitin' for me. He's goin' to tell me what to do. Don't say anything." With another smile, and a reassur- ng wink, he closed the door behind um. For an instant Calvin remained N he was. Then he turned away. This' was sheer insanity. This was worse than anything his misgivings of the night before had conceived. He walked through the mess -room, N the men were 'back at their ev- erlasting game of seven-up, to the kitchen. Wallie Oaks was there, and Wallie evidently had something to say. "SSst-(Cal," he whispered, beckon - ng from the further corner, "come here a minute. I want to ask you somethin'." Calvin, his thoughts busy only with the skipper and partial realization of what the latter's condition might mean, walked absently across the room. "Well, what is it?" he asked, rather mpatiently. Oaks peered cautiously over his houlder. "Cal," he whispered, his voice trembling, "the old man ain't oin' to take us out to -day, is he? He vouldn't try it, you don't think, do lou ?" Calvin v' Cal in looked at#him. tt rm. "Here!" he snapped. "What the levil is the matter with you, Wallie? What are you talking about?" The man's fingers were twisting and intwisting. "I'm talkin' about the old man - Bartlett," he declared. "That schoon- r off yonder. The one they phoned rom Orham about. You don't think ;he skipper will try to go to her?" "He doesn't have to go yet. She's 11 right so far. When she isn't, and f she needs us, we'll go, I suppose." "Sy ,Godfreys, I won't go!" Homer frowned. 'Hie seized Oaks y the shoulder. "Are you drunk?" 'he demanded. 'You talk like a fool. . . . Oh, I fee," contemptuously, "you're scared gnat" "It don't make no differ, lee whe- ther I'm scared or not. 'if Bartlett rrders us out a day like this he's razy, that's all. Lots of folks think re is crazy, and that would prove it. Vhy, it's five below zero, Cal. And -rix"ya .. blowin' worse than I ever say it blow. We d freeze to death, if we wasn't Jrownded first. We couldn't get off there anyhow. I ain't goin' to be killed to please a crazy man. Not for no sixty-five a month, I ain't. The 1 ys won't neither, if you say not to; Cal. If he orders us out Iet's say we won't go. ilf you say. it the fellows will stand behind you, and-- Let go of me! What are you doin'?" Homer was shaking him savagely. ' Shut up, you fool!" he whispered. "Pull yourself together. Do you want the rest* to hear you?"' `qI ddn't care if they do hear me. I tell you I won't go out in that boat to -day. I'm goin' to quit this damned job, anyhow. And I'd just as soon quit it now. Aw, Cal, have some sense. . . . Stop that, will you!" Calvin had shaken him again. This new complication, following Bartlett's weird behaviour, had put his nerves on edge. "Shut up, I tell you!" he growled. "And listen to what I say. , You're going to quite the job all right. You bet you are! I'll see to that. But you won't ,quit it now. If you say another word about backing out or lying down, I'll knock your head through that wall. I will. . . . Now• you behave yourself." He threw the fellow away from him and walked back to the mess -room. As he entered it Sam Hearse came hurry- ing down the stairs. "Where's the skipper?" he demand- ed. "That schooner's give up tryin', I gues. She's histed distress signals. She's singin' out for us. Oh, my, what a sweet job it's goin' to be! 'Where's iCap'n Bartlett?" Calvin caught him as he was about to open the door of the keeper's room. "Wait a minute, .Sam," he said. "Let me have a look•4at her first. Don't call the ep,p'n until I come down." He ran up the stairs and bent to the telescope. The snow squall had passed and the schooner was in plain sight. Still, very far out, at Ieast eight or nine miles from the station, she was wallowing along under a fragment of sail, and the signal for help was flying at her masthead. Cal- vin watched her for a :r;oment. She seemed to be still under control, but if not -and she drifted 'before the gale -she might pass clear of the Sand Hill; but unless aid came very shortly she would strike upon the southern edge of the Hog's Back, or, missing that, pile up on the even more dangerous Tarpaulin. There was a possible chance of reaching her in time if they started at once. The slightest delay would eliminate that chance. He ran down again. The men - with the exception of Oaks who, whits faced and rigid, was standing in the doorway leading to the kitchen -were already pulling on their layers of sweaters and oilskins. Homer, not stopping to knock or hail, threw open the door of the keeper's room. "Cap'n," he called. "Cap'n Bart- lett." 'Benoni was sitting by the table. He turned, and rose slowly to his feet. "Cap'n," announced Calvin, "that schooner is signalling for us. We'll have to start right off. I'll attend to everything while you're getting ready. He was hurrying out when the skipper called his name. Bartlett had taken a step in his direction and was standing there, his hand raised. "What is it?" asked Calvin. The keeper was smiling, that same old, reassuring smile which Homer had noticed at their parting of a few minutes before. His heart sank as he saw it. Bartlett nodded. "It's all right," he said clamly. "It's all right. We ain'a: goin' to that schooner." Calvin's ears noted behind him the sudden cessation of movement as the men paused in their hurried dressing. He stared at his superior. "You're not going?" he repeated. ,"But we must go. If we don't start now we shall be too late." Bartlett nodded again. "It's all right, it's all right," he said once more. "We ain't goin' to start. I've hall my orders and we stay here. That schooner's bein' looked after. We don't need to worry." "Being looked after? Why-" "'Sshh! Don't worry, I tell you. Cod A"mighty is' lookin' after her. She's in His hands. He's told me so, right here in this room. He and I had a talk about it and I---" Calvin waited to hear no more. He swung about and faced the amazed crew. "Get out the boat," he ordered. "Lively." For an instant there was silence. The men Looked at each other and at him. Then Seleucus spoke. "Aye, aye, Cal," he said. "Out she comes. Come on, fellows. Sam, you ,and me'll attend to the horses. C.om'e on!I, He led the way to the outerdoor. Bi,arse started to follow hinr, but paused. The others did not �ov e they were watching Bartlett. The skipper had stepped forward, his hand upraised. The smile had left his face. He was scowling now, and his deep-set eyes were glittering. "Stay where you are!" he growled. "Don't you mate, not a man of you. Take off those oilskins and go and sit down. I'm cap'n here. Sit down." The authority in his voice and man- ner had an effect. Absolute obedi- ence was a long-established habit in this veteran crew. It was one thing to talk of mutiny; to mutiny, in fact, was quite another. The men hesitat- ed. and as they did so, Wallie Oaks sprang to the front. "That's the talk, 'Cap'n," he shout- ed. "That's the talk! You're boss. All of you -where, you, Josh -you stop and think what you're doin'. Didn't you hear Cap'n Bartlett say to stay ashore? He's skiirper, ain't he? Tain't our 'business to----" (Calvin interrupted. He came run- ning • back, }pushing his comrades a- side. His right fist was clenched and he raised it. o'Shut up, you!'', he commanded, fiercely. `Boys -cosh, IHlez, all of you --,this feIIow as scared, that's what ails him. He was out there in the kitchen just now, almost crying, and coaxing like a kid to make me prom- ise we wouldn't go Ito that schooner if the skipper ordered us, because it wasn't safe and was too told. Too cold! Think of that!" Oaks snarled a protest. "It ain't so," he cried. "It's a lie. I just said---" Calvin's 'fist caught him on the cheek and he went backwards, over a chair, to the floor. The blow, and the crash accompanying Waffle's upset, seemed to have a curious effect upon the skipper. His face, which had been crimson with rage, went white. He wrung his hands. "Don't! don't!" he pleaded. "You don't understand, none of you. The Lord told me not to send a boat to that schooner. He Jas in that room there, talkin' to me same as I'm talk - in' to you-talkin' right to me. He says, 'You and your crew stay ashore. Those are my orders,' He says. I heard Him say it. I-" Homer broke in. "What are you waiting for, boys?" he shouted. "Do you want another mess like the Rosie Cahoon? You'll have a worse one if we don't start now. I'll take the re- sponsibility for going. Don't pay at- tention to him. Can't you see ,he's crazy?" "Crazy as a June 'bug," bellowed Seleucus from. the kitchen doorway. "Cal knows what he's doin'. Come on you darn fools! Come on!" They came then and wasted not another moment. Bartlett tried to stop them, but they pushed him out of the way. Oaks remained where he was, prostrate in the corner, his hand to his cheek. Bearse paused to say a vaned as. he passed on rhe way to the sral'e. "Ain't tonin', are you, Wallie?" he in»i..ired. "'All right. Stay where you i..re and think about v,'rr wife to Iren•+e. You'll be witri her pretty soon, and to stay there, I cal'late." CHAPTER XIV The crew of the Serockit Station had been through many trying experi- ences during their terms as surfinen, but if you ask one of them, even now, which of all these experiences was the worst, he will unhesitatingly specify the trip begun that February afternoon, under Calvin Homer's lead- ership, to the two -masted schooner Flyaway of Portland, hound west with a load of building sand. When the ]ifeboat left Setuckit she was short- handed. Ed. Bloomer, as cook, should have remained behind -was entitled to do. so ----but he went with the rest. Oaks was not in his place, nor was Bartlett. The whole affair was ir- regular,so one more breach of regu- lations made little difference. The schooner was still miles out when they left the beach, but Ole was drifting in a diagonal direction to- wards Tarpaulin Shoal. She was mov- ifig rather slowly, so Homer judged an attempt had been made to anchor and that the anchor -or anchors - were dragging. 'Hie ordered the life- boat's sail set, three -reefed, and at- tempted to reach to windward of the vessel. After a half-hour of weary battling with the screaming gale they dropped the sail and took up the oars. The exercise was welcome, for^ the cold was piercing beyond belief. The flying spray froze almost as soon as it struck. The boat, inside and out, was soon coated with ice. The men's shoulders, their sou'-westers, their eyebrows, and eyelashes and moustaches were hung with icicles. Their mittens were armoured gaunt- lets hooked about the oar handles. Calivin, swinging at the steering oar in the stern, was a glistening statue, The seas were so high that, hi the hollows between them, the force of the wind noticeably abated and it we,s not until they climbed to the next crest that it struck them with the whole of its cruel force. T1ey made their objective at last and drew alongside the practically helpless schooner. Her load of sand brought her low in the water and the seas were breaking across her amid- ships at intervals. She was a mass of ice from stem to stern. Sails, rapes, windless and gear, everything was encased in it, buried under the weight of shining white. She looked like a floating berg rather than a ves- sel. One anchor chain was dragging over the stern, and that, above water, was white also. 'But two figures were on her deck. One was bent over the wheel. The other, when Seleucus threw a rope aboard, crawled from somewhere for- ward of the mainmast and seized it, This man, so they learned when they scrambled over the rail, was the skip- per. They left the ]ifeboat to town a- stern and set to work. There were six men in the schooner's personnel. The two on deck, the skipper and the hand at the wheel, were the only ones able to be about. The rest were be- low, frostbitten, helpless and half- conscious. The skipper and his com- panion were for abandoning ship at once and being taken immediately a- shore, They had had enough; they were through. Save all hands and let the Flyaway fly to destruction, that was their advice, given whole-heart- edly. But Calvin • and his men had no such idea. The Flyaway could be saved and they were there to save her. She was a dingy, forlorn old craft, and when the Setuckit men had made a hasty examination of her and her outfit they were pretty thorough - �+ disgpst�e4; 'Q Tex ? rl%ed tl* pampa tested ,and p4pt4 fixe v'as leak, in but a very' littlei:;150. �t w •s 0` ray of 'comfort ant int was the O1, one, The next moire was to wen hila own met and 'the soliooner'h oxen erew, to build a roaring Are in the` galley and make boiling eoteee and a great dial of it. But vvhen this pro-. cedure 'was attempted, the disheart- ening, discoveries came one after the other. 'Both anchors had been put over but one, chain and all, was gone. The other was dragging, and they let it drag for the time, hoping that it might eventually catch and hold. Cal- vin ordered the majority of his men to chop the ice fr'.r^. the ropes and windless, to keep that schooner on a safe course down the channel, iP pos- sible, and to report if that possibility became alarmingly endangered. Then he and Gammon went to the galley to make the fires and boil the coffee. Here they found a wretched state of affairs. The galley was a dirty, roach -infested hole. The (back of the rusty tookstove was broken and was held in place by a 'brace of plank. A thorough search disclosed no food ex- cept four potatoes. There was no fuel and but a gill of water. The only kerosene was that in the binnacle light. The captain of this floating ruin explained afterwards that he had intended to run into the Vineyard and refit, and having a good wind - this .wa!3 no exaggeration had kept on with the idea of making that port the previous night. Then the storm got him and he tried to put to sea. What had happened after that was obvious. Phinneg came down with the word that the anchor had caught and seem- ed likely to hold -for a time, at least. He added that the gale seemed to be lessening but that it was colder than ever. "Not that that makes much differ- ence," he announced. "When you're froze stiff you don't care how much stiffer you get.' For thunder sakes where's that 'coffee, Cal? We'll all die if we don't get it. Them poor fellers in the fo'castle are pretty nigh dead already." Calvin curtly explained that coffee was out bf the question. There was water, however, in the Iifeboat and he ordered Phinney to get it immediate- ly. `"Send one of, the men -Bloomer, I guess -down here," he added. When BIoomer came • he ordered him and Seleucus to chop wood for fires. "`Cut up some of the cabin berth boards," he said. "Fires we've got to have -or die." He left them in the cabin, tearing the mate's berth to pieces, and went on deck. The sun was setting, its redness glimmering through the low- lying cloud* and it would be dark be- fore long. The anchor was still holding and the sails, what was left of them, were down on deck. The worst of the dan- ger, as fax as the vessel was con- cerned, seemed to be over. Unless another storm developed they could save the schooner, provided she did not start to leak in earnest. The hold was filled with loose sand and, in that sea, there was some danger of its shifting, but he • could not stop to worry about that. What did worry him were the lives of the men aboard. They would freeze to death unless warmth was provided and at once. As for taking them ashore in the life- boat, that was out of the vuestiorr now. They would, some of them, sure - die before that long trip could be made. Seleucus came up with an armful of wood. In a few minutes he re- ported a fire in the galley and water on to boil. "If that durn stove don't cave in," he observed, "we'll halve somethin' hot to load up our bilers with. Mine's full of ice just now. I can hear the chunks clinkin' against each other. Crimustee!" Hqmer ordered fires built in the cabii9 and in the fo'castle. He set Rogers and Badger at work rubbing the limbs of the half -frozen sailors. Then came a yeIl from the cabin. Josh Phinney came tumbling up. "Ed's hurt himself, Cal," he panted. "Broke his arm, or neck, or some - thin'. He's sufferin' dreadful." What had happened was this: Bloomer had been chopping the bot- tom boards of a berth and had rested the end of one upon the second step of the cabin stairs. The axe, like ev- erything else aboard the Flyaway, was practically good for nothing, andl, having hacked the board partially through, he had tried stamping upon it to break it off. An unusually heavy sea had thrown him off his balance and he was pitched headlong, striking upon and dislocating his shoulder. He was lying where he had fallen, his face face white, and groaning be- tween his set teeth. The pain was agonizing. Calvin made a hasty examination. Then he spoke to Phinney. "His shoulder is out," he exclaim- ed. "We've got to get it back some- how. 'H!old his Other arm. Now, Ed. this is goi g to hurt, but it won't take long -d hope." His hope was more genuine than his confidence. The injured man was laid flat on his back upon the floor and Homer, grasping the helpless arm 'by the wrist, jammed his rubber booted foot close up under the arm- pit. Then he pulled with all his might. It was a savage sort of surgery. The vessel was reeling and rocking in the seas, the loose boards and the chopped fragments of others were sliding and tumbling back and forth. The perspiration poured down Blq'om- er's face. He was brave enough, but he could not keep back an occasional green, and Phinney groaned in sym- pathy. Homer, though equally sym- pathetic, was. too busy to groan. He pulled with all his strength. "'Don't hold your breath, Ed," he panted. "And don't twist. Slack up. Give a little." - "You're -you're Stavin' in my ribs," gasped the patient. "You're killin' me." And then the shoulder snapped back into place. Bloomer's yell was a corn- bination of agony and exultation. "It's in! It's in!" he screamed. Then he fainted. There was one berth still untouch- ed, and into it, beneath the musty blankets, 'Bloomer was lifted. He was whole once More, but very weak. Mar xu yclu are till I tel, All r that dight ° azid walla;vsd l*TQ�y kit crew sle t .for ao Ares in the Scor s Wer'n.• i3 although 'Seleueus vowad' 1 i hat, if lie kept on, lie>* lid a ,s iii hopped clean through the Q14 toQ',.,;;. 's bTh roadside, e .sebclener's own men were all iii, -bed now, for the .ca 1 ain and his only able helper hat(,e0= psed when e., pressing ,danSeit.: ver. The life-savers. took iR er t 1a th 0 v t b B wh m j w e w t w watch on deck,owning down at'" , als to .toast their chilled. bgdiei the stoves and to drink,.acaldiil,g wa er by way of internal refreshment. The mornings broke as cold as ever; ut clear. It was still blowing hard. adger came down to the cabin, tai i'ch Calvin had descended a few inutes before to look after his in- ured man. Bloomer declaredlthat he as as fit as a fiddle now and insist - d upon getting up to do his share» of ork. Homer was urging him to ake it easy for a little while longer hen Badger appeared, "'Light in the darkness, sailor,"' e quoted gleefully. "There's a rev - nue cutter In sight. She sees us and he's headed, this way. Looks like the mgansett. If it is, old Ben Higgins iggins in in command and he'll know ow to handle things. Brace up, Ed• e'll be bound back for home and of grub afore long. This bunch of ouble •is• pretty nigh over." Bnt it was not entirely over. Calvin ent on deck at once, saw the cutter earning rapidly in their direction, nd recognized, with a huge sense of elief, the well-known lines of the mgansett, ' Higgins, her commander as a former towboat captain, and a an • of rugged common-sense and ng experience in just such jobs as e one before him. Homer, remem- ering Oswald Myrick's tales of en- unters with some cutter captains- ompous young men with exalted rank and dignity --was glad to now that Ben IHfiggins was here in- ead of one of these. Aryl then, just as the Amgansett as slowly by, awaiting her op- ortunity to cast a line, the . Flya- ay's anchor chain parted with a ng like a cannon shot. It had held avelly all night, but to expect any- ing pertaining to that ancient craft hold longer was,too much. It broke d the schooner drove off before the ale, leaving the slowly steaming cut - r• far astern. Homer ordered all hands on deck d bade then' haul the lifeboat a- ngside. The boat had been riding the end of its towline and was now aping and veering along behind the ifting schooner. They dragged it to the rail and Calvin sprang into "Crimus, Cal,' roared Seleucus, ome back here! 'Taip't safe. What u doin?" Homer did not answer. He took up e steering oar and pushed the boat ee. That lifeboat was the property Stuckit Station and he did not in- nd to have it smashed if he could ]p it. He set the oar in its chock er the stern and held the boat might. The cutter had turned and was rac- g in pursuit. It caught up with the yaway and slackened speed. "Stand by for a line," roared Hig- ns, through his speaking trumpet. was at the after rail, his cap pull- down on one side of his grey ad, chewing the stump of a cigar, perturbable as ever. "Look out, you in that lifeboat," he Bowed. The seas were more huge than ev- The time -worn description in the a stories of "billows mountains gh," would not have been as much an exaggeration as usual, if ap- ed to the waves that morning. Cal - n, in the boat, one moment looked wn at the Amgansett's deck, and e next up at her ,'stern with its reshing propeller. "Look out! Stand by!" shouted Hig- n s. A mighty sea threw the Flyaway gh in air. It broke as it passed her d, frothing and surging, poured wn and over the lifeboat. Homer cl pulled in his oar, and crouching, ng to the after thwart. The water nt over his head; he was buried in It seemed to him that he was nev- coming up. If the boat had not en a new one, one of the recently opted self -bailing variety, she nev- wou]d have risen again. But up e came at last, and with her occu nt still there in the stern. Gammon and the rest• watching. arfully from the Flyaway's rail, set an exultant yell. A few minutes er the cutter got a line to the hooner; one hawser and then en- ter was hauled aboard and made st. The lifeboat, with its drenched d rapidly -freezing man was brought ongside. They were in tow and fe. The long, wicked job was done. w they could go home, Calvin thawed out a bit at the cab - stove and then gave orders to start, ey left the schooner's men in the nks. They would he all right. The yaway was in charge of Captain n Higgins from then on. He would v her to Vineyard 'Haven. The re- onsihility, so far as the Setuckit e crew was concerned, was over. But not the hardship. They had a elve-mile journey yet to make be - re they could reach dry clothes and at and food. The three -reefed sail s set and they headed for the Sta- n. It was long after noon before ey beached the boat in the cove. Calvin had been too busy since he t the station to think of anything cept the work in hand. Even on e way in, his steering and the bur- n of responsibility had kept his nd occupied. But now, . as, worn t and chilled to the bone, he stag - red stiffly through the said to the or, he began to think --and to re- ze. His first move, after entering, as to go straight to the skipper's om. Bartlett was there and Oaks as with him. "Cap'h" began Calvin; but Bartlett terrupted. "Don't talk to me," he ordered ernly. "And don't call me cap'n. 1 n't your cap'n any more. You don't long to this station. You're a mut- at{l.W,M'iXa'15/;,k5• $io:+44 F • Rslwu;se Xo>z , Depi{Cor 1Wh u ineer and you're discharged:. you get out.' (Continued next ,week.), VIT AND WISDOM You can tell when an indiistry is• losing money. Its leaders begin to believe in government ownership; Los Angeles Times. The fewer the people who go out to hunt in the woods while half •shot•, the fewer the people who will be shot. -Detroit Free Press. A cleaning shop proprietor faces a charge of operating a handbook. There doesn't seem to be any doubt about it being a cleaning shop. - Hamilton Spectator. The last disastrous orgy of gamb- ling taught most men the lesson which determines them to get out earlier next time. -Brandon Sun. Only the pacifists should be sent to the next war. Ramsay MacDonald is a pacifist, and look at the fight he put up! -;Border Cities Star. Times like these have some advant- ages. Slick salesmen don't try to make you believe that cow pasture is city lots. --'Galt Reporter. Many of England's children have led their mother into bad habits and bad financing during the past few years. -Roger W. Babson. Leisure grows in popularity now that so many people wonder what is the use of working so hard for money when you will lose it if you try to save it. -Elmer Davis. a Sportsman Is Recovering Philip had a pleasant life at col- t ge, playing football. tennis and ell the sports that youth loves. T en his father died -and Philip had to get a job. His work was hard and confining -there was little time for play in the fresh air. A gold an ad cough resulted in a long spell of illness, which finally sent him to the Muskoka Hospital for Consbmptives. It has been an uphill journ&y, but the experienced medical attention, kindly nursing rest and good food ire remaking this young Canadian nto a sturdy self-supporting man once ntore. "T have gained 85 pounds," Philip says proudly, "and I am just about right again. I will be glad to get back to work and help mother and the kids at home." Thera is high hope that his wishes will be fulfilled. For this splendid work, money is urgently needed. 'Would you not like to make a gift? Mr. A. IE. Ames, 328 College St., Toronto, will gladly receive it. LONDON AND WINGHAM South, p.m. Wingham i. 2.05 Belgrave 2.22 Blyth 2.33 Londesboro 2.40 Clinton 3.08 Brucefield 3.26 Kippen 3.33 Hensall 3.39 Exeter 3.53 North. Exeter Hensall Kippen Brucefield Clinton Londeshoro Blyth Belgrave Wingham C. N. R. East. 10.59 11.12 11.18 11.27 11.58 12.16 12.23 12.33 12.47 a.m. p.m. Goderich + 6.35 2.40 Holmesville . 6.50 2.56 Clinton 6.58 3.05 Seaforth 7.12 3.21. St. Columhan 7.18 3.27 Dublin 7.23 3.32 Dublin St. Coiumhan Seaforth ('li fiton Holmesville Goderich a C. P. R. TIME TABLE East. West. 11.24 9.17 11.29 11.40 9.30 11.55 9.44 12.05 9.53 12.20• 10.10 Goderich .. , , Menset McGaw Auburn Blyth Walton McNaught Toronto West Toronto McNaught Walton, Blyth Auburn McGaar Menset Goderich • st a.m. 5.50 5.56 6.04 6.11 6.25 6.40 6.52 t‘ 10.25 7.40 11.4x, 12.1)1~" 12, 12•�,,�,' . ti