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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Huron Expositor, 1933-04-14, Page 7{ APRIL 14, .33, LEGAL Freon No. 91 JOHN J. HUGGARD Barrister, Solicitor, Notary Public, Etc. Beattie Block - - Seaforth, Out. HAYS & MEIR • Succeeding R. S. Hays Barristers, Solicitors, Ci'rweyancers and' Notaries Public. Solicitors for the Dominion Bank. Office in rear of the Dominion Bank, Seaforth. 'donor to loam The -River's by JAMES OLIVER CURWOOD Be remembered an =boarded path from this side of the town, which en- tered an inconspicuous little stmt at tble end of which was a barber shop. It was the barber shop which he must reach, first. He, was glad that BEST & BEST' I' it 'was early it} the day when he came to the street an hour later, for he would hnleet few people. The street had changed considerably. Long, op- en spaces• had filled in .with houses, and he wondered if the anticipation boom of four years ago had come. He smiled grimly as the humor, of the situation struck him:. His father and he had staked' their future in accum- ulating a lot of "outside" property. JOHN. GRIEVE, V.S. If the boom had materialized, that property was "inside" now - and worth a great deal. •Before he reach- ed the barber .shop he realized that the dream of the Prince Albertites bad comae true. Prosperity had ad- vanced upon them hi mighty leaps.. The population of the place had - trebled. He was a rich man! And also, it occurred to him, he was a dread one -or would be when he re- ported officially to McDowell. What a (merry scrap there would be among the heirs of John Keith, deceased! The old. shop still clung • to its coiner, which was valuable as "busi- ness footage" now. But it possessed a new barber. He was alone., Keith gave his instructions in definite de- tail and showed •him Oonniston's photograph in his identification book. The beard and mustache must be jest so, very smart, decidedly' Eng- lish, and of military neatness, his hair eut not too short and brushed •emloothly back. When the operation was over, the congratulated the bar- ber and himself. Bronzed to, the col- br of an Indian by wind and! smoke, straight as an arrow, his :muscles swelling with the brute strength o: the wilderness, he smiled at himself in the mirror when he compared the old John• Keith with this new Der- went Conniston! Before he went out he tightened his 'belt a notch. Then• he headed straight for the barracks of (His' Majesty's Royal•...Northwest Mounted" Police. (His way took tam up the ; main street, past the rows of shops that had been there four years ago; past the Saskatehewan Id,otel and the lit- tle .Board of Trade buildifng which, like the old barber shop, still hung to its original perch at • the edge of the high 'bank which ran precipitous- ly down to die river. And there,,. as ,sure as fate, was Percival Clary, the little English Secretary; but what a different Percy!. He had broadened out and straightened up. He had grown 'a mustache. which was im- maculately waxed. • His trousers DR. A. NEWTON-BRADY, I were imanaedlately creased, his shoes were shining, and he stood befo3•e the door of his now imiportent office resting 'lightly on a cane. Keith grinned as he witnessed 'how pros- perity •'had (bolstered up Percival a- iding with the town. His eyes quest- ed for familiar faces as he °went along. Here and there he saw one, but for' the most part he encounter- ed strangers, lively looking men who were hustling as if they had a mis- sion in hand. GIaring real estate Office and res diene Goderich Street, signs greeted him from every place east of the thdted Church, Sea- of prominence, and automobiles be - forth.. 'Phone 46. - Coroner for the .gaai to hum up and down the main County of M r , street that stretched along the river abwentyr where there had been one not so long ago. Keith found himself fighting to keep his eyes .straight -ahead when he met a girl or a woman. Never had he believed fully and utterly in the angelhood of the feminine until now. He passed per -haps a dozen on the way to (barracks and he was over- wlhelmed.with the desire to stop and feast his eyes upon each one of them, He had never been a lover of . women; lie admired thein, -he believed them to be the better part of man, he had worshipped his mother, hut his heart had been neither glorified nor broken by a passion for -the opposite sex. Now, to the ]bottom of his soul, he worshipped that dozen- Sonneof them were homely, some of the were plain, two..gr three of them were pretty, but td' Keith their- present physical qualifications made no dif- ference. They were white women,, and they .were glorious, every one of them! The plainest of them was lovely. He wanted to throw up his DR. S. R. COLLYER hat and shout in sheer joy. Four year -and now he was 'back in an- gel land! For a space he forgot Mc• Dowell. His head was in a whirl when he caere to barracks. Life was good: atter all. Jt was worth fighting for and he was bound to fight. He went straight to MdDowell's office. A moment after his knock on' the door the Inspector's secretary appeared.. "The Inspector is busy sir," . he said in response to Keith's inquiry. "I'll tell himn----" "That T am . here on a very import- ant matter," advised Keith. "He will admit me when you tell him that I (bring information regarding a certain John Keith." - ', The secretary disappeared through DR, F J: BECHELY an inner door. It seemed not more ,�'" than ten seconds before he was back. Graduate Royal College of Dental "The ins!pectot' 'will sea you, sir." " Surgeons, Toronto- Oftlek oiler W. R. Keith drew a deep breath to quiet Smith's Groceryt Main Street, Sea- the violent beating of his heart. Ir. forth. Phone: Wee, 185 W; "real- spite of all his cburalge"he felt upon donee, 185 J. him the clutch of a told, and fore- boding band, a hand that seemed struggling to drag hiim back. And a- gain he heard Connie'ton'h dying voice whispering to him, "Remember old chap, you win or lose the ,mom - OSCAR KLOPP enrt McDowell first sets his eyes on you!" Was Conniston right? Barristers, Solieitors, Conveyan- cers and Notaries Public, Etc. Office in the Edge Building, opposite The Expositor Office. VETERINARY • Hlaifor graduate of Ontario Veterin- ary College. All diseases 'of domestic animals treated. ,Calls promptly art - tended to and .charges moderate. Vet- erinary Dentistry a spec'iaity. Office and residence on Goderich Street, one door east of Dr. Mackay's office, Sea - forth. A. R. CAMPBELL, V.S. Gradueibe- of Ontario Veterinary College;, University ..of Toronto._ All diseases of domestic animals treated by the most Modern • principles. Charges reasonable. Day or night icons promptly. attended to. Office on . Main Street, 'tensall, opposite Town. Hall. +Phone 116. Breeder `'of Scot- tish .Terriers. Inverness Kennels, 'Jensen. MEDICAL I (, • DR. E. J. R. FORSTER Eye, Ear, Nose and Throat Graduate in Medicine, University of !Late assistant New York Opeal- med and Aural institute, Moorefieleas Eye and •Golden Square Throat Hos- pitals, London, Eng. At Commercial Hotel, •Seaforth, third. Monday in each Month, from 11 a.m. to 8 p.m. 68 Waterloo Street, South, Sbratford. DR. W. C. SPROAT Graduate of Faculty of Medicine, University of -.Western Ontario, Lon - den. (Member of College of Physic- iiaws end. Surgeons of Ontario. .Orrice In "Aberhart'e Drug Store, Main St., &forth a Phone 90. - Graduate DmlblinUniversity, Ire- land. Late Extern Assis(tmnt Master • Rotunda Hospital for Women and chidren, Dublin. ,Office at residence lately .occupied by Mrs. Parsons. Hours: 9 to 10 am., 6 to 7 P.ni.; Sundays, 1 to 2 p.m. DR.. F. J. BURROWS • Keith's first visioiy, as he entered the office of the Inspector of Police, was not of...fMieDowell, (hut of a girl. She sat direetly facing him as he ad- eemed through the door, the light frown a window throwing into strong relief her face and hair. The effect was unusual, , She 'lwais strikingly handsome. The sun, giving to the room a soft radiance, lit rep her hair with sliim,mering gold; her eyes, Keith saw, were a clear and won- derful gray -and they stared at him as he' entered, while the poise of her body and the tenseness of her :face gave evidence of sudden and un- usual emotion. These things Keith observed in a flash; then he turned toward •MlcDowell. The Inspector sat behind a table covered with maps and •Rapers, and instantly Keith was conscious of the penetrating inquisition of his gaze. He felt, for an instant, the disquiet- ing tremor cif the criminal.` Then he met McDowell''s eyes squarely. They were as Conniston had warned him, eyes that could see through boiler plate. Of an indefinable color and deep set behind shaggy, gray eye- brows, they' pierced him through at the first glance. Keith took in the carefully waxed gray mustaches•, the close -cropped gray hair, the rigidly; set muscles of the man's face and saluted. :X •ie felt ereeeing over him a slow chill. There was no' greeting in that iron -like countenance, for full tt quar- ter -minute no sign of recognition. And then, as the sun had played in the girl's hair a new emotion passed over IMcDowell;s fate and Keith saw for the first time the man whom Der- went-Conniston had known as a friend as well as a superior. He rose frclm his chair, and leaning over the table said in a voice. in which 'were mingled both amazement and .plea- sure: • "We .were just talking about the devil -and here you are, sir! Con- niston,'how are you?" For a few moments Keith did nclt ace. He had won! The blood pound- ed through his heart so: violently that it confused his vision and his senses. He felt the grip of •MeDowell's hand; he heard his voice; a vision. swam before his eyes, --and it was the vis- ion of Derwent ,C'onnis•ton's triunc- phant face. He 'vas '"standing erect, his head was• up, he was meeting McDowell shoulder to shoulder, even. smiling, but in that swift surge of exultation -he did not . know. Mc- Dowell, still griRpiipghis hand 'and with his •other hand on his arm, was wheeling him about and he found the girl on her feet, staringat him as if he had newlyrisen from the dead. 'McDowell's military voice was snapping vibrantly, `"Conniston, meet Miss Miriam( Kirkstone, daughter of Judge Kirkstone!" He' bowed and held for a moment in his own the hand of the girl whose father he had killed. It was lifeless and cold. Her, ,lips moved, merely. .speaking his name. His own were i.rulite. McDowell was saying some- thing about the glory of the service and the sovereignty of the law. And then, breaking in like the beat of a drum on the introduction, his ;voice demanded: ."Conniston--did you get your man,?" 'The question brought Keith to his senses. He inclined his head slight- ly and said, "I beg to report that John Keith is dead, sir." He saw Miriam Kirkstone give a vfsible start, as if his word had car- ried a ,Stab. 'She was apparently mucking a strong :effort to hide her agitation as she turned swiftly away from him, speaking to McDowell. "You have been very kind, Inspec- tor (McDowell. I hope very soon to have the •pleasure of talking with Mr. Conniston-about--John Keith." iShe left them, -nodding Slightly to Keith. When she was gone, a puzzled look filled the Inaspector's eyes. "She has been like that for the last six Imtonthis,'+ he explained. "Tremend- ously interested in this ^•mran Keith and his. fate. I don't believe that 'I have watched for your return more anxiously than she has, Conniston. And the curitus part of it is she seemed to have no interest in the matter at all until six months ago. Sometimes' I am afraid that br•oeding over her father's death has unset- tled her a little. A mighty pretty girl, Co•nnistori,. A mighty pretty girl, indeed! And her brother is a skunk. Pst! You haven't forgot- ten him?" • He drew a chair up close - to his Own and motioned Keith to be seat- ed. "You're changed, Conniston!" The words came out of him like a shot. So unexpected were they that Keith felt the effect of them in ev- ery nerve of his body. He sensed in- •stantly what McDowell -meant. " Ho was not like the Englishman; he lacked his mannerisms, his cool and 'superior suavity, the inimitable qual- ity of his nerve and sportsmanship. Even as he met . the disquieting di- rectness of the Inspector's eyes, he could see Conniston sitting in --his place, rolling hie mustache hetereen. his forefinger and thumb and smil- ing as though he ha•d gene into the north but yesterday and had rem -ti- ed' to -day. That was what McDowell was missing in -him, the soul of Con- niston himself-Conniston, the ne pl'tts ultra of presence andamiable condescension, the man Who could look ,the Inspector or the High Com- missioner himself between the eyes, and, serenely indifferent to Service regulations, say, "Fine ',mining, old (torp!" Keith was not without his own sense of humor. How the Englith- mane •ghost must 'be raging if it was in the room at the present ntament! .He grinned "and shrugged his. shoal - dela. • 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- geons of Ontario. - DR. 11. HUGH ROSS Graduate of University of Toronto Faculty of Medicine, mei fiber of .Col- lfege of Physicians and Surgeons of Ontario; pass graduate courses in Chicago Clinical School of Chicago; Royal Ophthailmie Hospital, London, England; University Hospital, Lon- . don, England. Office -Back of Do- minion Bank, ESeaforth., Phone No. 5. Night calls answered from residence, Victoria Street, Seaforth. E , , !Graduate Faculty of 'Medicine, Uni- aeraity of ,Western Ontario. Member College of Physicians and Surgeons of Ontario. Post graduate work at New York City Hospital and, Victoria Hospital, London. Phone: Hensall, 56.' Office, King Street, Hensall. DR.- J. A. MUNN Graduate of Northwestern Univers- ityy, Chicago, 111. Licentiate Royal College of Dental Surgeons, Toronto. Office over Sills' Hardware, Main St., Seaforth. Phone 151. "Were you ever up there -through the Long Night -alone?" he asked. "Ever been through six months of liv- ing torture with the stars leering at you arid'•thb faxes barking at .you all The time, fighting to keep yourself, arum going mad? I went through that twice to get John Keith, and I guess you're right. 'I'm changed. -1 don't think 191 ever be the same a- gain. (Somiething-has gone. I can't tell what it is, bait I feel it. I guess only half of me pulled through. It killed John Keith. Rotten, isn't it?'' ate felt, that he had Imlade a lucky stroke. McDowell pulled out a draw- er from under the. table and thrust a box of fat cigars under his rose. "Light( ulp, Derry. -light up and tell us what . happened. Bless my' soul, you're not half dead! A week in the old town will straighten you out." -• He struck a match and held it to the tip of Keith's cigar. For .an hour thereafter Keith told the story of the •man -hunt. It was his Iliad. He could feel the presence of Conniston as words fell from his lips; he forgot the presence of the stern-faced man who was watching him and listening to him; he could see once more only the long months and years 'of that epic drama of one against' one, of pursuit and flight, of hunger and cold, (I . -the Long Nights filled with the desolation bf madness arid despair. ale triumphed ever him- tself, and it was Conniston whu spoke froom within him. It was the Eng- lishman who told' how terribly John Keith had been punished, • and when he cameto'the final days in the lone- ly little cabin in• the edge of the arrens, Keith finished with a chok- ing iq his. throat and the words: "And that was how, John Keith died -a gentleman and a mean!" • He was thinking of the English- man, of the calm- and, fearless smile' in his eyes as he died, of his last words, the last friendly grip of his hand, and 'McDowell saw the thing as though,,, he had faced it himself. He brushed a hand over his face as if to wipe away a filer. For some moments after Keith had finished, he. stood with hiss back to the man 'who he though was •Conniston, and his mihd was swiftly adding twos and twos and fours and fours as he look- ed away into the green valley of the Saskatchewan. He was the iron man when he' turned to Keith again, the law itself, merciless and potent, by same miracle turned into the form of human flesh. "After two and a half years .of that even a murderer must have seemed like a saint to you, Connis- ton. You have done your work splendidly. The whole story shall go to the 'Department, arid, if it doesn't bring you a commission, • I'll resign. - But we must continue to regret that John Keith did not live to be hang- ed." 'He haspaid the price," said Keith dully.' "No, he has not paid the price, not in full.. He merely died. bt could have been paid only at the end of ..a Tope. His crime was atrociously bru- tal, the culmination of a fiend's de- eire for revenge.. We will wipe off his name. But I can not wipe away the -regret. I, would sacrifice a year of my ria if he were in this room with ecru how. It would 'be worth it. God, what a thing for the Serl'ice- to have brought John Keith- back to justice after. four years!" • He was rubbinghis' hands and smiling at Keith even as . he spoke. His eyes had taken on a filmy glit- ter., The law! It stood there, with- out heart or soul, coveting the life that had escaped it. A feeling of revulsion swept over Keith. • A knock came at the door. MdDowell's voice gave permission, and the door slowly opened. Cruze, the young secretary, thrust in his head. "Shan Tung is said. An invisible hand reached up sud- denly and gripped at Keith's throat. He turned aside to conceal what his face might have betrayed. Shan Tung! He "'knew what it was now that had .pulled hint hack, he knew why Conniston's troubled. face had travelled 'with him met the Barrens, and there surged over him with a (sickening .foreboding, a realization of what it was that Conniston had re- membered and wanted to. tell him - when it was too late. They had for- gotten Shan Tung, the Chinaman! t'. Ta>n�d > tt4 .1(M._ T.114.1 Gaafffed its cared ,'sky, 1} e4Me• aeeep'1 film es a Weird and woader fur Mechanusaa-a !Ilius :Sere•thgl a laaaleePeaaeased of as unholy power„ •Tlbie•^•seerer wee the sarieavtal's Diary- elms anility to remember frees Qnoe Shan Tung 1o4e4 at a face; it was photographed iat his rneiaiiory for yearn. Time and ehange could • not mete him forget -and the- law Marie aline of him. (Briefly illacaaowell had classified him at Headquarters, "Either an exiled ;prime minister, of China or the devil in a yellow skin," he had written to the Comunissioner. "Correct age un= known and past history a mystery. Dropped into Prince Albert in 1908 wearing diamonds and patent leather shoes. A stranger then and a stran- ger now. • Proprietor and owner of the Shan Tung Cafe. Educated, soft sipolken, womanish, but the one man on earth 'I'd hate to be in a dark roam with, knives drawn. I use 'him, mistrust him, watch him and would fear' him' under certain conditions. As far as we can discover he is harmless and law-abiding. But such a ferret must surely have played his game ,somewhere, at some time." This was the man whom, Conniston had forgotten and Keith now •dread- ed to meet. For many minutes Shan Tung had stood at a window looking out upon the sunlit drill ground and the ,broad sweep of green beyond. He was toying with his slim( hands car- essingly. (Half -a smile was' on his lips. No • mian had ever seen more than that half smile illuminate Shan Tung's face. His black hair was (sleek and carefully trimmed. His dress was imsmaculate. His slimness; as '1VbcDowell had noted, was the ;slimness df a a -bung .girl. When Cruze came to announce that, ,McDowell would see him, Shan Tung was still visioning the golden - headed .figure of Miriam. Kirkstone as he had. seen her passing through the sunshine. There was something like a purr in his 'breath" as he steod interlacing his tapering fingers. 'The instant he heard the secretary's foot- steps the finger play stopped, the. purr died, the half smile was gone. He turned softly. Cruze did :net speak. He sinnply made a movement of his head, gild Shan.Tung's feet fell noiselessly. Only the slight sound made by the opening and closing of a' door gave evidence of' his entrance into the Inspector's room_. • Shan Tung and no other could alien and close a door like that. Oruze'•shiver- ed. He always shivered when Shan Tung passed him, and always he swore that he could smell something in the air, like a poison left behind. ;Keith, facing the window, was waiting. The moment the door was opened, he felt Shan Tung's presence. Every nerve in his body was keyed to an uncomfortalbbe ;tension. The thought that his grip on himself was weakening, and because . of a China - (man, maddened him. And he must turn. Not to face Shan Tung now would be but a postponement of the ordeal and a confession of coward-. ice. ,Forcing his hand into Conniston's little trick of twisting a mustache, he turned • slowly, ..leveling his eyes squarely.to meet Shan Tung's. To his surprise Shan Tung seemed utterly,obliviou•s of his presence.. He had not, apparently, taken. more than a• casual' glance in his ,direction. In a voice which -one beyond the door might have mistaken for a women's, he was saying. to McDowell: "I have seen the man you sent me to see, Mr:.'McDowell. It is Larsen. He has changed much in eight years. H1e has grown a (beard. He has lost an eye.. His hair has whitened. But it is Larsen." The faultlessness of his speech and the unemotional but perfect inflection of hie words •read'e Keith, like the young secretary, shiver where he stood: 'In McDowell's face'he saw a flash of exultation. "Ife had no suspicion of you, Shan Tung?" • "He did not see me to suspect. He will be there -when -----J" Slowly he faced Keith. "-When Mr. Connis- ton goes to arrest' him," he fihished.• He inclined his head as he backed noiselessly toward the door. His yel- low eyes did not leave Keith's face. In them Keith fancied that he caught a sinister gleam. There was the faintest inflection. of a new note in his voice, and his fingers were play- ing again, but not as when he had looked out through the window at Miriam Kirkstone. And' then -in a flash, it seemed to Keith -the China - man's eyes closed to narrow slits, and the pupils became. points of flame no larger than the sharpened ends of a pair of pencils. The last that Keith was conscious of; seeing of Shan Tung was the oriental's eyes. They , had seemed to drag ,his soul half out of his body.' "A - queer . devil," said McDowell. "After he is gone, 1 always feel as if a snake had been in the room. He still hates you, Conniston. Three years have made no difference. He hates you like poison. I believe he would kill you, if• he had a chance to do it and get away with the' busi- ness. And you -you blooming idiot -simply twiddle your mustache and laugh at him! I'd feel differently 'if I^were in your 'hoots," • inwardly Keith was asking himself why it was that Shan Tung' had hat- ed Conniston: McDowell added nothing to . en- lighten hinny He was gathering up•a nun fiber of papers scattered on his desk, smiling with a rginr satisfac- tion. "It's Larsen all right if Shan Tung says so," he told Keith. And 'then, as if he had only thought of the natter, he said, "You're going to re-enlist, aren't you, Conniston?" "I -still owe the Service a month or so before my term expires, don't I? After that. -yes -I believe I shall re-enlist.." ' "Good!" aplproved the Inspector. "I'll have you a sergeancy within a month. Meanwhile you're off duty and may do anything you ,please. You know Brady,, the Company agent? He's up the Mackenzie on a trip, and here's the key to his shack. I know you'll appreciate' getting under a real roof again, and Brady%won't object as long as I collee't 1,is thirty dol- lsira a month rent. Of course Bar- racks is open to you, but it just oc- curred to, me you might prefer this plaice •while. on furlough. Every- thieg iq there from a bathtub to nut- crackers, and I know a little Jap in r • AUCTIONEERS F ' Honor Graduate Carey Jori' Na- tional School for Auctioneeriiig, Chi- cago. Special course taken in Pure Bred live 'Stock, Real Mate, Mer- eliendlse and Farm] Sales. Ram in keeping with preivaflkttg inuarrke`bs. Sat- lefinetion mesal. Write or:wife, Oscar Stoop, Soli; Out nose: �tY'DOs. m'aTYsit3�l� Win or lose, be w'buld play the game as the Englishman would have play'eci it. ,Squaring his shoul- ders he entered to face 11ic'Dowell, the cleverest main -bunter in th Northwest. 11 waiting, sir," he VI In the hall beyond the secretary's room Shan Hung waited. As Mc- Dowell was the iron and steel em- bodiment of the law, so •Shan Tung was the flesh and blood 'spirit of the (mysticism and immutability of his •race.. • His face was the face bf" en image made of an unemotional liv- ing tissue in place of wood or stone, -dispassionate, tolerant, patient. What passed in the brain behind his yel- low -tinged eyes • only Shan Tung knew. It was his secret. And Mc- Dowell had ceased to, analyze or at - welcom4 TOMORROW surprise the family at breakfast with Kellogg's Corn Flakes and sliced bananas. Kellogg's are extra' refreshing this time of year. For you are tired of heavy, hot winter foods. Serve for the children's supper too. . Made by Kellogg in London, Ontario. FLA ES . d rO4R4sIct psi town who is • hunting a job as a cook. -What do you say?" ";Splendid!" cried Keith. "I'll go up at once, and if you'll hustle the Jap along, I'll appreciate'. it. . You (might tell him to bring' up stuff for dinner," he added. IMdDowell gave him a key. Ten minutes later he was out of sight of barracks- and climbing a green slope hat led to Brady's bungalow. Ire spite of the fact that he had not played his. part brilliantly, he (believed that he had scored a tri- umph. Andy Duggan had not„ re- ognized him, and the riverman had been one of his most intimate friends. McDowell had accepted him appar- ntly without a suspicion. And Shan Tung - It was Shan Tung who • weighed eavily upon his mind, even as his• nerves tingled with the thrill of uccess. He could not get away from he vision of the Chinaimnan as he had backed through the Inspector's deer, he flaming needle -points of his eyes iercing • him as -lie went. It was -not hatred he had seen in Shan Tung -'s ace. ,alle was sure of that. ft was no ens tion that he could describe. it was as if a pair of mechanical eyes fliced in the head of an ' amazingly efficient mechanical monster had foe - used themselves on hind in those few nstents. It made him think of an x-ray machine. But Shan Tung was 'human. And he was clever. Given another' skin, one would not have. taken him for -what he was. The im m,aculateness of'his'speech erd;' man- ners was more than unusual; it was poitively irritating, something which no Chinaman should `rightfully pos- ess. So argued Keith as he went up to Brady's bungalow. . He tried to throw off the . oppres- sion of the thing that was creeping over him, the growing suspicion hat he had not passed safely under he battery of Shan Tung's eyes. With physical things he endeavored o thrust his mental uneasiness into he background. He lighted one of . he half-dozen cigars McDowell had dropped into his pocket. It was good to feel acigar. between his teeth a- gah'i and taste its flavor. At the rest, of the slope on which Brady's bungalow' stood, he stopped and look- ed about him. Instinctively hiseyes •urned first to the west. In • that direction half of the town lay under hint, and 'beyond its edge swept the imbered slopes, the river, and the ggreen pathways orf the plains. His heart beat a little faster as he look- ed, Half a mile away was a tiny,'' parklike patch of timber, and shelt- ered there, with the river running coder it, was the old home. The bpilding was hidden, but through a break in the trees he could see the top of the old red brick chimney glowing in the sun, as if beckoning, a welcome to him over the, tree tops. He forgot Shan Tung; he forgot Mc- Dowell; he forgot that he, was John Keith, the murderer, in the over- whelrmin.g sea of loneliness that ewept over him. He looked out in -to the world that had once been his, and all that he saw was that reri brick chimney- giowin•g in , the 'sun, and the chimney changed until at last it seemed to him- like a tomb- stone rising over, the graves of the dead. He turned ,to the door of the bungalow with 'a thickening in his throat and his eyes filmed by a mist through which for a few moments it was difficult for him to see. (C;ontinued next week.) Goes To Town First Time In OverA Year 9t. John, N. $ -"This•• is the first time in over a year I've tried to matte ,the trip down here to St, John end Sargon gave me the strength to do it," said Mrs. W. M Breen, Aeh Point, N. B "1 was in ,wretched health; everything seemed to be the matter with mP Ston eh .rgubl"e, headaches, rheumatic pales and con- dtlpatiori kept me suffering continih ally.' 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