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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Huron Expositor, 1932-08-19, Page 7!,,f.rys,q,n;i5 ns 'a 't 49,1% be Ike for ter the ed - [sea les RUPTURE SPECIALIST Rupture, Varicoeele, Varicose Veins, Abdominal Wealcue.ss, Spinal Deforin. ity. •Consultation free. Call or write. J. G. SMITH, British Appli- ance Specialists, 15 Downie St., Strat- ford, Ont. ' 3202-25 1. LEGAL Phone No. 91 JOHN J. HUGGARD . . Barrister, Solicitor, • ' Notary Public, Etc. Beattie Block - - Seaforth, Ont. R. S. HAYS Barrieter, !Selicitor, Conveyancer' and Notary Public. Solicitor for the Dominion Bank. Office in rear of the Dominion *Ink, Seaforth. Money to loan. .1 ; 4 3. BEST & BEST Barristers, Solicitors, Conveyan- cers and Notaries Public, Etc. Office in the Edge Building, opposite The Expositor Office. VETERINARY . , . . JOHN GRIEVE, V.S. Honor graduate of Ontario V eterin ary College. All diseases of domestic animals treated. Calls premptly at- tended to and charges Moderate. Vet- erinary Dentistry a specialty. Office and residence on Godericb, Street, one door east of Dr. Mackay's office, Sea - forth. . • . . . A. R. CAMPBELL, V.S. Graduate of Ontario Veterinary College, University of Toronto. All diseases of domestic animals treated by the most modem principles. Charges reasonable. Day or night calls promptly attended to. Office on Main Street, Hensall, opposite Town fittll. Phone 116. . . . -MEDICAL ' DR. E. J. R. FORSTER Eye, Ear, Nose and Throat Graduate in Medicine, University of , Toronto. Late assistant New York Opthal- mei and Aural Institute, Moorefield's Eye and Golden Square Throat Hos- , pitals, London, Eng. At Commercial Rotel, Seaforth, third Monday in .1 each month, from 11 a.m. to 3 p.m. 1 58 Waterloo Street, South, Stratford. : . I Dr. W. C. SPROAT I Graduate ,of Faculty •of Medicine, University of Western Ontario, Lon- don. ;Member of College of Physic- ians and Surgeons- of Ontario. Office 1 in Aberhart's Drug Store, Main St , Seaforth. Phone 90. ' ( ; i 1 DR. A. NEWTON-BRADY ( : Graduate Dublin University, Ire- land. Late Extern Assistant Master 11 Rotunda Hospital for Women and 1 clxildren, Dublin. Office at residence lately occupied by Miss. Parsons. Hours: 9 to 10 a.m., 6 to 7 p.m., Sundays, Iffo 2, p.m. 2866-26 _I , . : ,,, DR. F. J. BURROWS Office and residence Goderich Street, east of the United Church, Sea - forth. Phone 46. Coroner for the County of Huron. 1 ; . 1 1 . DR. C. MACKAY . ( C. Mackay, honor graduate of Trin- ity University, and gold medalist of ' Trinity Medical College; member of 1 the College of Physicians and Sur- geons of Ontario. DR., H. HUGH ROSS f I Graduate of University of Toronto 1 Faculty of Medicine, member of Col- lege of Physicians and Surgeons of : Ontario; pass graduate courses in c Chicago Clinical School of Chicago Royal Ophthalmie Hospital, London, t England; University Hospital, Lon- t don, England. Office -Back of Da- ( minion Bank, Seaforth. Phone No. 6. 1 Night calls answered from residence, i Victoria Street, Seaforth. DR. S. R. COLLYER ( Graduate Faculty'of Medicine, Uni- ! versity of Western Ontario. Member ; College of.Physicians and Surgeons of ! Ontario. Post graduate work etTlew • York City Hospital and Victoria Fos- pital, London. Phone: Hensel], 56, Office, King Street, Hensall. : 1 1 DR. J. A. MUNN 1 Graduate of Northwestern Univers- ' ity, Chicago, 111. Licentiate Royal ( College of Dental Surgeons, Toronto. i Office over Sills"HardWare, Main St., 1 Seaforth. Phone 151. ' ri ' DR. F. J. BECHELY Graduate Royal College of Dental 1 Surgeons, Toronto. Office over W. R. ' Smith's Grocery, Man f Street, Sea- 1 forth. Phone; Office, 185W; resi- dence, 185J. 1 1 AUCTIONEERS 11 • ,_____ Ii . 1 OSCAR KLOPP A Honor Graduate Carey Jones' Na tional School for Auctioneering, Chi- •, eago. Special eourse taken in Pure 1 Bred Live Stock, Real Estate, Mer 1 ehandise and Farm Sales. Rates in 1, keeping with prevailing markets. Sat- 1 isfaction assttred. Write or wire 1 Oscar Klapp, Zutich, Ont. Phone 18-98. 2866-52 I 5,1". -`94V441142.t. BY EDGAR WALLACE CHAIPTER INTRODUCES TUE CALLAN'DER'S Brn PaMard wrote to his uncle: "Dar Uncle Peter, -Though I thave never seen 'you, 1 have heard n'y feller °speak so highly of your many qUalities, that I am looking for- ward -to seeing you and my coasins, on my visit to England. As you know, I was born in Kent, though everybody here regards 'me as Aus- tralian bred. Is that a tribute to My temporary sojourn at Oxford, et is it not? "Anyway, I will let you know just when I arrrive. I am sending this to your office, (because I do not know .your address. 1 have been having a great .time in- Melbounee.-Your. ever, "Brian FP." 'Mr. Peter Callander wrote back. It Was a letter carefully- consider- ed, and as carefully worded; every comma was in ifs place, every "t" was crossed. It was the type of let- ter you might suppose that a con- servative Englishmen ,doing a con- servativls) business would write. It was a letter harmonizing with his correct frock4coat of conserva- tive cut, his plain 'trousers, his cloth spats. and his heavy watch-guaed. It was a letter one ,wonild expect from a thin -faced man • with grey hair, straight black eyebrowe, cold, sus- pisious eyes that queries your bona fides .through gold -rimmed glasses, and lips a trifle thin and' tightly eressed. • It ran: • • "Dear Sir, --I have your letter (un- dated) addressed from the Snorting Club of Melbourne, and I note its contents?. I am' gratified to learn that your poor farther had so high an opinion of me, and I am sure no man held him in greater esteem than nys.elf. I shall be glad to see you if you will write ,making an appoint- ment, but I am a eery busy man.. "Unfortunately, you are not with- out fame -or perhaps I should say - notoriety. The thalf-penny press, in its anxiety to disseminate rather the emational than the useful. has made o secret of your transactions on the Australian turf. !Such head -lines as Pallard the Punter wins 'another for- um,' or 'Pallard the Punter's senSa- i.on.al bet,' neither edify nor please e. Frankly, they fill me with a sense of humiliation and shame that ne, who is My kinsman, should have o far descended the slippery path of in that ends in Ruin and Despair, and that one so gifted.with Fortune should embark upon a gaeribler'e car- r. Of all forms of gambling per - ales horse -racing - is, to my mind, the most abhorrent. That so beautiful a reature as the horse -the friend of an -should be debased so 'that he ecomes the enemy of man is M once pitiable and, 1 speak in all olemnity, degrading. "I shall, as I say, be prepared to et you, but I regret that I am unable to offer you the hospitality f a home which shelters my 'retouched by • the world, and my laughter who has inherited all her atheres instinctive distaste for those orme of amusement which appeal to 4. • y"ou. Yours very faithfully, "Peter Wander." This letter, Mr. Callander read and pproVed, lifting his pen deliberately o put a comma here and dot an "i" here. When he had finished it, he olded it neatly and inserted it into n envelope. H(e licked the envelope own, stuck- a stamp on the north - est corner and rang his bell. "Post this." he said'. "Has Mr. orace called?" "Yes, sir," said the clerk who had newered the summons; "came and one. He said he would call back - e has gone on to meet Miss W- ander." "'Phat will de, thank you, Mr. Rus - ell," said Peter Callander, with a ourteous' nod of his head. That was t trait in which he took he greatest pride. He was an in- ensely courteous man to his depend - nes. He invariably raised his hat o the salutation of the porter who aided the entrance of Callander Callandees. The meanest office- oy, that ever stole stamps was sure f a kiedly nod and a friendly pat n the head.' He addressed his jun- or clerks as "Sir," and carried with rim that air of genial benevolence which so admirably suits white hair ris/ plaid trousers. It is true that he paid his cleilke t a poorer rate and woeked them onger hours (than any -other employ - ✓ of his standing in the City of London. It is true that he vieiteci he offi.ce-boy, when his speculations vere discovered, with the utmost rig - )r of the law, and was adamantine o the weeping mother and pleading 'ether. It is equally true that he as always setting mean traps to eet the ,horreerty of the junior to ham he said "Sir"; but in all things -e was courteous. Having disposed of his immoral elative to hie ,own satisfaction, Mr. 'allander proceeded! eo deal with eightier Matters, such as the one- ixteenth rise' in Anglo -Japanese - libbers, the report of the Siamese RaiIways, the fluctuations of -the Rus- sian Threes, and the iniquitous rig n West ;Sualcim,Gold Syndieates, so uthlessly, fearlessly and disinterest- dly exposed by the public-spirited ditor of The Gold Share Review. It •maybe said that this gentleman ad persistently refrained from pub- ishing the advertisemenrbs of the W. . G. S, becausethe syndicate had so, reistently refrained fromsending hose advertisements to him. Mr. ,Callander read the slashing st- ack with peeulier pleasure, For one exes • ... , ,s11, 41. 4 1'11'1' • ' ' 4~111•1111111 reason, he hated double-dealing and trickery; for another -reason, he had sold all his West Suakims before the depreciation had set in. He shad finished the review with a !shake of his head, whieh signified hie, complete agreement with the writer and was noting down some personal transactions of the day in his private ledger -et little red (book with a Yale lock --when his son was announced He looked up with a smile of wel- come. Horace JCallander was a slight young tnan of middle height, with a full, effeminate chin, large eyes, well, shaded with long lashes, a well-pro- portioned face, and a trim figure. He had as trim a moustache, so trim, in fact, that it had the appearance of having been painted on his face :by Michael Angelo -this is the view of one who did not love Horace Cal- lander. :Sym' metrical is the word that de- scribed his appearance, deferential NS attitude. His melee was musical and well -pitched, being neither too loud nor too soft. • The girl who entered e room be- hind him -it would haye struck the observer as strange that this perfect young gentleman did not open the ,door 'for her and allow her to enter leeteinese7 beese_es made on different She was fair and tall, taller than her brother. Her figure was slim, and she moved with the freedom of one who loved the field andAre road. Her head was well set on a pair of graceful shoulders and crowned with !magnificent hair of that hue which halts midway between gold and rus- set brown. Two big grey eyee set in a face of delicate color; a pair of generous lips and a straight little nose, she resembled her 'brother only in respect to the quality of her voice. "Well, my dear?" said Mr. Callan- er. It was his son he addressed in such tones of affectionate pride. "So ou've been to fetch this sister of re? And how is Gladys, eh?" ent down to kiss his cheek, and he subrditted to the indignity with great resignation. It was his practice 'to address her always in the third person. ' /t was' a practice which ,had (began in banter and end- ed by becoming a custom. "Dear Gladys was annoyed," said (Horace, with habitual tenderness, "and really it is very distressing-" "Distressing!" She did not wait for her father's invitation, but seat- ed herself in one of the luxurious arm -chairs of the room. "It is abominable that a man, having any pretensions to decency, should get himself talked 'about, and not only himself, but us!" Mr. Callender looked from one to the ether in perplexity, and Horace drew a neatly fOlded evening news- paper frolin his pocket. "It is Pa:Harder he explained in a hushed vice. "Confound the fellow!" gasped MT. Callender, "What has he been doing as you say, surely I am not mentioned?" He seized the paper and wrenched it open. It was a caramels evening paper published at a price which alone pro- claimed its infamy, and the news had evidently been extracted from a morning paper. 'Mr. Callender gasped again. In the most prominent part of the front page, sandwiched between an interesting inquest and the no less fascinating particulars of a divorce case, were the head -lines: PALiLARD THE PUNTER'S PAR'PING COUP. Wine Twenty ,Thousand Pounds "To Pay His Expenses Home." Career of the Great Turf Speculator. And if this, and the cablegram which followed Was not bad enough, there was a subjoined paragraph: "Mr. Brian Pallard, who has made turf history in Australia, has earned distinction in ether branches of ii.ort he won the middle -weight at the. Public Schools Competitions - Amateur light -weight; he is reported( to he enormously wealthy. He is a near relative of Mr. P. Callender. of the well-known City firm of agents." "Infainotts-" said Mr. Callander, Ile said it without heat, but with greet intensity "1 am not so sure that this isn's. libel oue; Horace.'' il .Horece sho as hi head doubtfully thcreby expressin his opinion that he wten't sidee. ei ez. a ,raze," said Horace ei,oughtfully. "A man I know in the City -you know, Willock, Cathee - he's the president of our Art 2,ir de, and knows all these journalist people." Mr. Callender nodded his head. "Ife says that things were, awfully oull, and one of the big dail- ies was struck with the idea of -vorking toe colonies up and all feat s.e-t of thing. So it cabled all its: cerrsspr 1,dentis, and Pallard happen- ed :just then to 'be the best talked ef man in lerselbourne, so the correspond- ent se' ed ,about him." Mr. 'Callender rase from his desk, smoothing his coat. "It is' simply deplorable," he (said. "Than.ir goodne.se he's in Australia, areddlieed daughter with a note of . Mr. Callander looked at her f' a long time. "He's' not in Australia, or, at any sate, he won't be for long; he's COM - i lig home." "Coming home!".exclaimed Gladys in horror, and, Horace allowed him- self to say, "Confound it!" "Yes, he's coming home," said Mr. Callender moodily. "I had a letter from hirn only this morning - and 'can't you read? 'Parting coup. Ex- penses for his trip home' -that's •t•t', 'England. All these Colonial fel- lows call England home," "Infernal eheek!" murmured Her - apes "Coming homer said the 'girl in distress. "Oh, surely not!Y' '"Wecan't know that sort of man father." Horace and his weird par- ent smiled. "You shall not know him, my dear bus.said. "I shall meet him here, a- lone." He waved his hand round the room heroieally. It was as though Ise-anz tiCipated a worrying time- With a tiger. "I know the kind of person he is," he said. "I have to meet all types. Ile is probablyea stout, coarse, yming man with a Loud voice and a louder suit±eif you will forgive the vulgar- ism. I know 'these hatticlAdeinking, hard -swearing ruffians. I hate to say it of my own sister's child, but I must be just." Ile took his um- brella from the stand !ley the wall, smoothed his iglosay !silk hat, and carefully adjusted it to his head. "Now,, my dear, 1 ani! ready," he said. He took his son's erne and walked to the door. It opened (before he reached it, and his confidential clerk handed him a telegram. • "Excuse me," he said, and opening it, read: "Please contradict statement in this morning % papers that I won money yesterday at Flemington. Cable is a fake. I left Melbourne weeks ego." Mr. 'Call.arider read the wire again, and groaned. It was inscribed, "Handed in at 'Southampton Docks." Pallard :the Punter had arrived, CHAPTER II AND A VISITOR Mr. Peter Callender lived near Seven -oaks in a lovely old Georgian house, big enough and important en- ough to .1be referred to as a "seat," surrounded 'iby grounds sufficiently extensive to be referred to as an "estate." Re had the 'ordering of its furni- ture, which meant' that it was severe and comfortable. There was no Mrs. Callander. She had died when Gladys was a baby of embarrassing dimin- utiveness. She had been many years younger than her husband, and Gladys often indulged in the disloy- al speculation whether her mother had worried herself to death trying to understand her husband, or whe- ther she understood him too well and accepted oblivion cheerfully. • For Gladys had no illusions about her father. Worthy man as he was, admirable pillar of society,. she never deceived herself as to his limitation,s, Three days after the coming of the telegram which announced the arriv- al of the infamous Pallard, she was walking up and down the lawn be- fore Hill View -.-so Mr. Callandee's Country seat twas called -,awaiting her father. Horace was amusing himself with a croquet (mallet. He was passion - as, ly fond of„ crocitet, and was one of the best players in the county: this game end painting were his two. known vices. He was of the pree Raphaelite School and specialized in willowy maidens with red hair. Now he threw down his mallet and came across the lawn to his sister, his hands thrust deeply into the pock- ets of his grey flannel trousers. "Aren't we going to have ,tea or something?" he asked. "nailer promised to be here by five '' she said; "but if you can't wait I will get something sent out to yeu." "Ole dont bother!" he said. He took a silver case from his pocket, selested a Virginian cigarette an/ lit it. "I wonder if father has seen that lean?" ne asked. "1 shouldn't imagine so," she an- swered dryly. "I hardly think teat his enthusiase for -meeting us woull surr;ve father's letter," "Yes, it was pretty warm," admit - 'ted lierace admiringly. "T.he guest:- ner can be awfully cutting. By the wey, Gladys dear. did you beak to 'him- about- you -know?" A little frown of annoyance gath- ered cs her forehead. he said shortly, "and 1 wids I isecIn't Wby don't you ask n yourref ?" 'I've had i iy allesence, arid, to le me:reels/ tasank, Pis used it up, +'.o curefesserl. "Would) 't he let yoe 14 'pc' eny money?' "No." she said. "You didn't say it was for ine?" "Oh, &nit be afranil," she said coldly. "If 1 hacl said it was fsie his dear chickabiddy, T should have got it Y611 had better ask yourself." T' young man threw his cigar- ette away. 'You're very unfair, Gladys" ho said with a reproving shake Of his head; "very unfair. Father thinks no more of me than he does-" "Fiddlesticks!" ' intern pted the girls.with a little smile. "Why don's you own up like a Briton? And why don't you tell Me what you want the money for? Father isn't a niggard where you are concerned. He pail twenty pounds into your account net much more than a week ago. The bile for all your pastime material go straight to him; you do not even pay for your el.oth.es or cigarettes." "I 'have a lot of expenses you know nothing about"- he began roughly, When the hoarse boom of Mr. •el- landee's motor horn sounded on the 'road without, and in a second or se his handsome ,car cense into view round the clump of laueels which hid the Lode end of his resbricted drive. He descended with the weary air of a, Men who had done a and was eieneciens -of the aet, At the emend •of the M0009-4.• two servants had hurried fs.10M• tth house, the one with a silver tea4r laden with the paraphernalia fpr. of ternoon tea, another with in veieleer work table. Horace collected three chairs, -in into one of these his father sank. "Alh!" he .eaid gratefully. "Well, father," !said' the girl, a ,she handed Km his tea, we ay anxoius fo hear the news. Did yo see our terrible cateSin?" :Mt. Callender; sipping his tela *shook his head. • "I did not, hurt I spoke to file put down his cup. "You woul not imagine that, after receiving sue a letter as 1 sent him at his hotel, h would wish to cornimunicate with me age:ire Yet -this Morning he rang m up -actually rang me up!" `iImpetrtinencel" mrurmured Hor ace. "S•o I thong/ht, and the voice!" •Mr Callander raised his hand in despair "Coarse, unedu.eated, .eaucous. 'I that !Callender's,' he said: Ws. Mis ther Pallard of the Great West Cem tral •spakin'. I want to get threat to ye're .bose." IMr. Callender was an •excellent mimic, and Glades shuddered as h faithfully reproduced the converse tism. "Before he could get any farthee,' said Mr. Callender solemnly, "I said 'Understand once and for all, Mr Pallard, that I want to have nothing to do with you.' It's the boss 1'n wantieg,' said the voice. 'I am the boss,' I said -it is a word I hate, but I used it. In reply there came a profane expression of surprise, which I -will not repeat. 1 put the receiver on, and there was an end to the con- versation." "And an end -to him," said Horace ,decisively. "What a 'brute!" Gladys said nothing. She was conscious of- a sense of disappoint- ment. Without definite reason she had eel:voted that Pallard, rascal as he unceubtedly was, would have cut a mots heroic figure; somehow the (ieseciptien her father gave did not tally with the picture she had form- ed of ihis gambler from his letter. She had hoped at worst only to be hocked by her erratic relative; as it was, both, her taste and her prin- ciples were offensied. Mr. Callander went into the house to change. It was his practice to. play a game or two of croquet with his .hei'r before dinner, and .since Hor- ace had returned to his mallet, Gladys was left to her own devites. (She was debating in her mind whe- ther she should go into the drawing - room and relieve her 'boredom with the elu:sive inspect the farm, when an ex- claffiation from her brother arrested - "1 say' r he said, looking at his watch, "I'm expecting a man to din- ner-Willock; you've heard me speak of hieren. Could you drive down and meet him, Glad? He's coming to the village station, and he'll be theme in a quarter of an hour." She nodded. • "I'll walk down," she said. "I want something to do." "I'd go myself, but father is very keen on this game!" "Don't bother. g dare say Mr, •Willoek will survive the shock of being (met by a girl. What is he like?" "Oh, hele a very :decent) chap," said Horace vaguely. !She ran into the house to get her het and a stick, and in a few minutes was swinging .across the fields," tak- ing the short cut to the station. It was a glorious evenirsg in early summerand as she walked she, whistled musically, for Gladys Cal- lender had many aceomplishments of which her father never dreamt. She reached the station in good time. The train was ten minutes late, and she had time to get to the village to re -post a little parcel which had come to her that morning. She hated doing so, for the pastel had contained an Indian shawl of the Most beautiful workmanship. With it had. come a card: "From Brian to his cousin." She could do no less than return it; it was a lovely shawl and she sighed resentfully as she affixed the stamps which would carry it beck to the don- or. She came to the station platform j Li the train steamed in. Only oe rpassenger alighted and instinct- ively elle knew that this was her vis- it He was a man a little above med- ium height, straight shoulders, and erect. There was nothing of the artist in his appearance, though the face was intellectual and the hum- orous blue eyes, no lees than the well shaped, sensitive lips, toldof iniae- ination.4 Hc was clean-shaven, and might as well have beenan aetor, barrister, or a doctor ae an rtist. He saw her corning and walked to meet her with oubstretched hands. "I am Miss Callender," she seed demurely. "My brother a.skecl nes to meeGt7isu-: "leCallander. rh ?" he said. with a smile. "I'm .folly glad to see you." His erecting was a trifle warm, hut ono110II'S the artistic temperaMent 311 "I'll send a men for your things," she said. 'You don't mind walking." "Lesee it," he said briefly. They were chatting as if they had known one another all their lives be- fore they had left the village, There was, something very fresh rd de- lightful about him. He invigorated her by hie very vitality. She found herself laughing at his dry comments on railway tst'Vellinee-be had come hy a slew train -and fascinated by his terse judgment Very slowly they walked across the fields, and, to her ammement, she found herself ex- changing .confidences with this un- known artist -, "T euppese Horace has told you ,ehout our cousin," she eaid, "Oh, yes, I remember, he told me he had; isn't it annoying,?" "I'm afraid r don't know all your cousins," he smiled apologetically ; "but whichever one annoyed yell de- serves something with boiling oil in it." He was so sincere in his blood- thirsty allocation of punishment that she flushed and vitae, for a moment, ••s•elert.., .•.• 11 ti• 441 "It's lovely honey - how much do you want ? " Low evening rates on Station -to -Sta- tion calls begin 7.00 „p.m. Still lower night rates et 8.30 p.m. All her neighbors wonder how Ed. Baker's wife gets such good prices- for her honey. But Mrs. ker's secret is simple She sells :la y Long Distance telephone. "It's lovely honey this summer," she telephones to the hotel in town. "Yes . I'll deliver by the end of the week." Long Distance is quick, easy to use - and prpfitabk. confused. "Lead' me to our cousin," he said, and struck a little attitude which, turned her confusion into laughter. "Let me at him!" "Really, you are very ridiculous!" ;she laughed, "and I hardly know what you will think of me allowing you to behave. like this." "I exonerate -you from blame." said the visitor cheerfully. "Nobody can be responsible for what I do, except me -and I am superior to all crit; "Indeed," she :said, with polite in- credulity. She felt it difficult to maintain a' conventional gravity un- der the influence of his boyish nen- sense. "I am, indeed," he went on ser- iously. "I am Fortune's favoured child: criticisms and reprobation trickle off my back as water from a duck's. A sense of my rectitude, combined with a spirit of toleration for the unrighteousness of others, gives me that lofty feeling which is the peculiar possession of the phil- osopher." "You've been reading Shaw," she said. reproachfully. • "He wouldn't thank you for men- tionines; it," ,he said. "No, my ab (surd view of life is my very own." They were approaching the house now. A side wicket, which opened on to the field -Mr. Callender called it a "padellock"--gave them adeess to the grounds. She unlocked the door with a key sthe took from her chatelaines and in- vited him in. They walked througb the shrubbery at the Side of the house, on teethe lawn. ... -Horace and his father were play- ing croquet, and an interested spec- tator was a stern young man with a straggling beard. A wild thought struck Gladys for an instant that possibly this was the deeadful cousin, but a second glance reassured her. The stranger was much too re- spectable. Hoeace looked up as she crossed the lawn. "Hello, Gladys," he said with a smile, "had your journey for nothing. eh? Mr. Willock came by the fast train to Sevenoaks and drove out. Permit rie-" He was introducing the stern stranger ss -hen he saw the lock of anguished eleharressinent on his sis- ter's face. Sintultaneously Callender senior deniaraleci n his most benevolent tone: "Ansi who is Gladys.'s friend?" She looked rotted at the young man who, hat in hand, Mood awaiting in- troduction to the fancily circle. He, at any rate, was neither em- harraesed nor abashed, for he walk- ed with a smile and grasped the out- stretched hand of Me, •Callander. "I really believe you don't remem- ber me, Uncle Peter;" he said re- proachfully. "I am Brian Pallard, and I must say it was immensely decent of you to send my cousin to meet me." CHAPTE43. 111 MR. ?ALLARD DOES NOT STAY There was an awful silence. The speechless Mr. Callender stood shaking his nephew'shand metitan- ical I y. Horace, struck dumb eeith amazement, ccreld only stare, and Gladys look -ed from one to. the other helplesely. "I'm afraid," began Mr. Callender :summoning his reserve of dignity, "that this vigit---"' "Quite •so, quite so." Blears patted bine affectionately on the shoulder. "Very upsetting, very upsetting." "I wrote to you -e-." Mr. Callan,. der made another attempt. "I know, I 'mow, soothed \ • the youth kindly, "Let bygones be by- gones; never," he said, impressively raising his hand, "never let the inci- dent be referred to again:" Mr. Callender was left with the sense :that he was distinetly forgiv- en. "And this is Horace?" stniled Brian, and took the limp hand of the other. "I have heard of yen; I was reading something about you in one of the magazinese-the man with the Rossetti touch,' wasn't that it?", ' Horace blushed and coughed. This dreadful man was not so bad. "This is Mr. Willeck." He intro. duced his friend awkivardly. "Presi- dent of our Art Club, you know." Continued next week) , LONDON AND WINGHAM South, p.m. Wingham 2.05 Belgrave e. 2.22 Blyth • 2.33 Londesboro , 2.40 Clinton 3.08 Brucefield 3.28 Kippen 3.33 Hensall 3.39 Exeters . s.. .. 3.53 North. / Exeter •10.59 Hensall 11.12 Kippen 11.18 Brucefield 11.27 Clinton 11.58 Loesboro 12.16 Bly h. 12.23 Belgrave 12.33 Wingham 12.47 C. N. R. East. S.M. pan. Goderich 6.35 2.40 Holmesville 6.50 2.56 Clinton 6.58 3.05 Seaforth 7.12 3.21 St. Columban 7.18 3.27 Dublin :.. ... 7.23 3.32 West. Dublin 11.24 9.12 St. Columban 1129 Seaforth 11.40 9.25 Clinton 11.55 9.39 Helmesville 12.05 9.53 Goderich 12.20 10.05 C. P. R. TIME TABLE ast. Goderich Menset McGaw Auburn Myth Walton ..... . McNaught . Toronto West, Toronto MeNaught . ... Walton Blyth Auburn McGaw Menset Goderich a.m. 5.50 5.55 6.04 6.11 6.25 6.40 6.52 10.25 a.rn. 7.40 11.43 12.01 12.12 12.23 12.34 12.41 ica.46 .,• 'se se'sssreiee.(e(eeeiecee,1eeiee•ele..r.e.re..s.s;..eeess,Sseee,1eseels1;,,,Sseseeees,seested"ee•e.ete?1St