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12, 1933.
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Phone NO. 91
JOHN 1 HUGG.ARD
'Barrister, Solietor,
Notary Public, Etc.
Beattie Block - - Seaforth, Ont.
HAYS 8c MEIR
Succeeding R. S. Hays
Barristers, Solicitors, Conv'eyancera
and Notaries Public. Solicitors for
the Dominion 'Bank. Office in rear of
the Dominion Bank, 'Seaforth., Money
;to loan.
BEST & BEST
Barristerss,,, Solicitors, Conveyan-
cers and Notaries .Public, Etc.. Office
in the Edge, Building, opposite The
Expositor Office.
VETERINARY
JOHN GRIEVE, Y.S.
Honor graduate of Ontario Veterin-
ary College. All diseases of domestic
animals treated. Calls promptly at-
tended to and charges moderate. Vet-
erinary Dentistry a specialty: Office
and residence on Goderich..St'reet, one
door east of Dr. Mackay's office, Sea -
forth.
9
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
calls promptly attended to. Office on
Main Street, Hensel', opposite Town
Bali. Phone 116: Breeder of Scot-
tish Terries. Inverness Kennels,
Hensall.
MEDICAL ,
DR. E. I. R. FORSTER
Eye, Ear, Nose and Throat
Graduate in Medicine, University of
Toronto. -
Late assistant New' York Opthal-
xnei and Aural Institute, :Moorefield's
Eye , and Golden Square .Throat . Hos-
pita'ls, London, Eng. At Commercial
'Hotel, Sgaforbh, third Monday in
each month, from 11 a.m. to 3 p.m.
.58 Waterloo Street, South, Stratford.
DR. W. C. SPROAT
Graduate of Faculty of -Medicine,
University of Western Ontario. Lon-
don. Merniber orf College of Physic-
ians and Surgeons of Ontario. Office
in Aberhart's Drng Store, 'Main St.,
Seaforth. Phone 90.
DR. F. J. BURROWS'
Office and residence'Goderich Street,
east of • the United Church, Sea -
forth. Phone 46. 'Coroner for the
County of 'Huron. , •
• Dr. C. MACKAY
C. (Mackay, honor .graduate of Trin-
ity University, and gold medalist of
-Trinity 'Medical College; member of
,the Oollege. of Physicians and Sur-
geons of Ontario.
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by JAMES OLIVER CURWOOD
• at was in the Moment of that
thought that the :look Dame into iris
face ,which brought the questioning
little lines into her forehead again.
In that instant she caught a glimpse
of the hunted ,man, of the soul that
had traded itself, of desire beaten in-
to hellr'les'sness'biy a thing she would
never understand. It was gone swift-
ly, but had caught it. And for her
the star just under his hair stood for
its meaning. The responsive throb in
her breast was electric. He. felt it,
saw itt, sensed it to the depth of
his soul, and his faith in himiself
stood challenged. 'She believed. And
he -was a liar. Yet what a wonder-
ful thing to lie for!
"-fie called me up over the tele-
phone, and when I told him to be
quiet, that you were still asleep, I
think he must 'have sworn --it sound-
ed like it, but couldn't heal' dis-
tinctly --and then he fairly roared at
me to wake you up and tell you that
you didn't half 'des•erve, such a lovely
little sister as T am. Wasn't that
nice, Derry?"
"You - you're talking about Mc-
Do'wetll ?" •
"To he sure I am talking about' Mr.
1V4cDowell! And when I told hint
your injury troubled you more than
usual, and that I was glad you were.
resting, I.. think I heard him swallow
hard. He thinks a lot of you, Derry.
And then he' asked me which injury
it was that hurt you, and I told him
the one in the head. What did he
mean? Were you hurt somewhere
else, Derry?"
Keith swallowed hard, too. "Not
to speak of," he said. "You see,
Mary Josephine, I've got a tremend-
ous sunprise for you, if you'll prom-
ise it won't spoil your appetites Last
night was fhe first night I've spent
in a real bed for three years."
And then, without waiting for her
questions, he began to tell her the
epic story •of John Keith. With her
sitting • opposite, hint, her beautiful,
wide-open gray eyes lookiiag at him
with amazement as she sensed the
marvelous coincidence of their meet-
ing, he told it as he had nbt told it
to 'McDowell or even to !.Miriam Kirk -
stone. A third time the facts were
the seine. But it was John Keith
now • wtho was. telling John Keith's
story through the lips of . an unreal
and negative Conniston.. He forgot
his own breakfast, and 'a look : of
gloom; settled on' W!allie's ' face' when
he peered in through the door and
saw that their •coffe.e and toastiwere
.growing cold. Mary Josephine lean-
ed a little over the table.. Not once
did she • interru•pt Keith. Never had
he dreamed of a , glory that might
reflect his emotions as did her eyes.
As 'he swept from pathos to storm,
from the madness of long, black
nights to starvation and cold, as he
told of flight, of 'pursuit, of the mer-
ciless struggle that ended ' at last
in the capture of John Keith, as he
gave to these things words and life
pulsing with the beat of his own
heart, he saw theme. .revisioned in
those wonderful gray eyes, cold a
times with fear, warm and glowing
at other times with •symparthy, and
again shining softly with a glory of
pride and love that, was 'Meant for
him alone. . With him she was pres-
ent in the little cabin up in the big
Barren. Until he told of. those days
'and nights of hopeless desolation, of
ranking cough and the nearness of
d'eat'h, and of the comradeship of
brothers that had come as a final
benediction to, the hunter and the
;hunted, until in her soul she was un-
derstanding and living those terrible
hours as they two had lived them, he
did not know, how deep and dark and
immeasurably tender that gray mys-
tery of beauty in her eyes could be.
From that haus he worshiped them
as he w•orshipe•d no other part of her.
"And from all that you came baek
the same day I cane," she said in a
low, awed voice. "You cane back
from that!'
He r•ememnlber•ed the part he Must 'square. Give him a chance! Give
him ,hist one square deal, only one;
let him see a way, let him fight a
man's fight with a ray of hope a-
head! In these red. moments hope
emblazoned itself before his eyes as
a monstrous lie. Bitterness rose in
Tiflis until he was drunk with it, and
blasphemy filled his heart. Whichev-
er way he turned, however hard he
fought, there was no chance of win-
ning. From the day he killed Kirk -
stone the cards had been stacked a-
gain't him, and they were stacked
nocv and would he stacked until the
end. He had believed in God, he had
believed in the inevitable ethics of
the final reckoning of things, and he
had 'believed strongly that an =per -
sternal Something moi•e powerful than
^ran -made will was behind hien in his
struggles. These beliefs were smash-
ed now. ,Toward them he felt the im-
pulse of a maddened beast trampling
hated things under foot. They stood
for tics - treachery •y- cheating ---
yes, contemptible cheating! it was
impossible for him to win. However
he played. whichever way he turned,
be must lose. For he was 'Conniston
and she was Connistbn's , sister, and
mist he to the end of tithe.
•Faintly, 'beyond, the door, he heard
Mary .Toskrphine ssinginig, Like a bit
of sled drawn to a tension his norm-
al self snapped 'back into place. His
readjustment came with a lurch,' a
subtle sort of s']iock, His hands un-
clenched, the tense lines in his face
relaxed, and because that God Al-
mighty he had challenged had given
to him an unquenchable humor, he
saw another thing where only smirk-
ing ghouls and hypocrites had rent
his brain with their fiendish exulta-
tions a moment before. It was 'Con-
niston's face, suave, smiling, dying,
triuhilphant over life and Conniston
was saying, just as he had said up
there in the cabin on the Barren,
with death reaehing°out a hand for
him, "It's queer, old top, •de dish
DR. H. HUGH ROSS
Graduate of University��oof Toronto
Faculty of Medicine, meer of Col-
lege of Physicians and Surgeons of
Ontario; pass graduate courses in
Chicago Clinical School of Chicago;
Royal Oph'thalmie Hospital, London,
England; University Hospital, Lon-
don, England. Office -Back of Do-
minion Bank, Seaforth. Phone No. 5.
Night calls answered from residence,
Victoria Street, Seaforth„
DR. S. R. COLLYER
Graduate Faculty of Medicine, Uni-
versity •of Western Ontario. Memiber
College of Physician's and Surr� ''e.ons
of Ontario. Post graduate vefli.•k at
New York City Hospital and Victoria
Hospital, London. Phone: Hensall,
66. 'Offllee, King Street, Hensall.
DR. J. A. MUNN
+Graduate of Northwestern Univers-
ity, Chicago, 111. Licentiate Royal
College of Dental Surgeons, Toronto.
Office over Sills' Hardware, Main St.,
6eaferth. 'Phone 161.
led up like the crops of birds over-
stuffed with grain.
It was a successful brea'kfas't. When
it• was' over, Keith felt that he had
achieved a great deal. Before they
rose from the table, he startled Mary
Josephine by. ordering Wallie to
bring him a cold chisel and a ham-
mer from 'Brady's tool -chest.
"I've lost the key that opens my
chest,' and 'I've got tobreak in," he
explained to her.
'Mary Josephine's little laugh was
delicious. "After what you told me
about frozen , eggs, I thought_ perhaps
you were going to eat some," she
said.
She linked her arm in hit as they
walked into the big room, snuggling
her head against his shoulder so
that; leaning ever, his lips were bur-
ied in one of the soft, shining coils
of leer hair. And she was, making
plans, enumerating them on the tips
of her fingers. If he had' business
outside, she was going with him.
Wherever he went she was going.
There was no douibt in her mind a-
bout that. 'She called his attention
to a trunk that had arrived while h
,slept, and assured him. shewould be
ready for outdoors by the time he
had opened his chest. 'She had a
little blue suit she was going to wear.
And her hair? Did -it look good en-
ough for his friend's to see? She
had put it up in a hurry.
"It is beautiful, glorious," he said.
Her face pinked under the ardency
of his gaze. . She put a finger, to,the
tip of his nose, laughing at him.
"Why, 'Derry, if you weren't my bro-
ther' I'd think you were my lover!
You said that as though you meant
it terribly much. Do you?"
. He felt a sudden dull stab of pain.
"Yes, I mean it. It's• glorious, And
so are you, Mary Josephine, every bit
of you."
On tiptoe she gave him the warm
sweetness of her lips again. And
then she, ran away from him, joy
'and laughter in her face, and disap-
peared into her room. "You must
hurry or I shall beat you," she called
back to him.
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it right, and Keith fount himise�lf
swinging back into his old view-
point. It was the hugest• joke life
had ever played on him. Tins sister!
He -could fancy Conniston twisting
his mustaches, his cool eyes glimmer-
ing with silent laughter, looking on'.
his predicament, and he could fancy'
Conniston saying," -It's -funny, old torp
-devilish funny -but' it'll be funnier
still when some other man comes a-
long and carries her off!"
• And he, John Keith, would have to
grin and bear -it because he was her
'brother!
.Mary Josephine was ta;p.ping at his
dor.
"oDerwent Conniston," she called
frigidly, "there's .a female' person .on
the telephone, asking for;you. What
shall I say."?"-
' Er2--rwhy-tell her you're thy sis-
ter, Mary Josephine,' and if it's Miss
Khikstone, ibe nice to her and say
I'm not able to come to the 'phone,
and that you're looking forward' to
meeting her, and the t we'll be up to
see her some time to -day,"
"Oh, indeed!"'
"You see" ,said Keith, his mouth
close to the door, "you see, this Miss
Kirkst one--�=".
13nt Vary Josephine was gone.
Keith grinned. His -illimitable op-
timiser was returning: Sufficient for
the day that she was there, that she
loved him, that she belonged to' him,
that just now he was the arbiter of
her destiny! Far off in the moun-
tains ha.dreamed of, alone, , just they
two, what might not happen? ,Some
day -
With the oold chisel and the ham-
mer he went to the chest. His task
was one that nurniber ,his hands be-
fore the last of the three locks was
•broken. He dragged the chest more
into the light and opened it. Hewes
disappointed. At first glance he could
not understand why Conniston had
locked it at all. It was almost empty
that he could see the bottom of it,
and the first object ,that met his eyes
was an insult to his expectations -
an old sock with a huge .hole in the
toe of it. Under the sock was an old
fur .cap not of the kind worn north A quarter of an 'hour later, with
of Montreal. There was a chain with Mary Josephine at his side, he was
a dog -!collar attached to it, a hip- walking down the green slope toward
:pocket pistol and, a huge • forty-five, the Saskatchewan. In that direction
and not less than a hundred cartridg- lay the rims of timber, the shimmer -
es of indiscriminate calibers' scatter- ing- •rvall•ey, and the broad :Pathways
ed loosely about. At one end, bund- that opened inter the plains 'beyond.
led in carelessly', was a pair of rid- The town was at their backs, and
ing-breeches, and under the breeches Keith. wanted 'it there. He wanted to
a pair of white shoes. with rubber keep 'McDowell, and Shan Tung, and.
soles. There was neither sentiment Miriam Kirkstone as` far away as
nor reason to the collection in the possible, _until his mind rode nsore
chest. It was junk. Even the big smoothly in the' new orbit in which
forty-five had a broken hammer, and it was still whirling a bit unsteadily.
the •pistol, Keith ,thought, might have More than all else he wanted to be
stunned a flyer at close range. He alone with Mary Josephine, to make~
pawed the things over with the cold sure of her to convince himself ut-
chisel, and tiie last thing he -came terly that she was his to go on fight-
upon---ibvried under what looked lik+ ing for. He -sensed the nearness and
a cast-off sport shirt -was a paste- the magnitude of the impending
board shoe box. He raised the cover: drama. He'knew that to -day he,must.
The 'box %vas full of paper's. face Shan Tung, that again he must
Here was promise. 'He transported go under the battery of McDowell's
the 'ilox to Brady's table • and • sat eyes and 'brain, and that like a fish
down. He examined the larger pap- in treacherous waters he must swim
ers first. There were a couple of old cleverly to avoid the nets that would
game licenses for Manitoba, half a entangle and destroy him. Today
dozen pencil -marked maps, chiefly of was the day -the stage was. set, the
the Peace 'River country, and a num- curtain about to be lifted, the pray
'bei of letters from the secretaries ready to be enacted. But before it
of Boards of Trade pointing out the was •the prologue. And the prologue
incom'para'ble possibilities their re- was Mary Josephine's.
'spective districts held for the home- At the crest of a dip halfway down
steader and the .huger of land. Last the elope they had paused, and in
of all came a number of newspaper thisapause he stood a half-step be -
clippings and a packet of letters. hind her so that he could look at
Because they *ere loose he seized her for a moment without being ob-
upon the clippings first,.,and as his served. She was bareheaded, and it
eyes fell upon the first paragraph of came upon him, all at once how won -
the first clipping his' body became sud- derful was a woman's hair, how
denly tensed in the shock of unex- beautiful beyond all other things
petted discovery and amazed inter- beautiful and desirable. In twisted,
est. Tltiere were six of the clippings, glowing seductiveness it was piled
all fr•onmti English papers, English in up on Mary .loseph•ine's head, trans -
their terseness, heel as stock ex- fcn•nied into brown and gold glories
change reporte, and equally to "tbe by the sun. He wanted to put forth
point. He. read t!re six in three' his hand to" it. and bury his fingers
minutes. in it, and feel the thrill and the
e They simply sta'ed that Derwent warmth and the crush of the palpi-
Conniston, of the t'onnistons of Dar- tart life of it against his own flesh.
lington, was wants l- for burglary- And then bending a little forward.
and that up to deft'; he had not been he saw under he,. long lashes; the
found. sheer joy of life' shining in her eyes
Keith gave a gf p of incredulity. es she drank in the wonderful pan --
He looked again to see that his eyes nrani.a that lay below them to the
were not tricking 'line. And it was west. Last night's rain had freshen -
there in cold, implacable print. or! it, the sun glorified it now, and
'Derivent ('onnieen-'that phoenix the fragrance of earthly smells that
among men, by wh' m he had come to rose ug to then' from it was the
measure, all other uten, that Crichton t;indefiled breath of •a thing,Iiving and
of nerve, of calm and audacious awake. Even to Keith brie river had
courage, of splc'n'i'd poise -a burg- never looked more beautiful, and
lar! It was cheats farcical, an im- never had his yearnings gone out to
possifile absurdity, Had it been rnur- it more strongly than in this moment
der, high treat:en. defiance of some to the river and heyoncl-and to the
great law, a great crime inspired by back of beyond, where the rnotrntains
a great passion or a great ideal, hut rise up to meet the 'blue sky and
it was burglary. leigandage of the the river itself was horn. And he
cheapest and tn,ost comineonplace var- heard Mary .Josephine's voice, joy-
iety, a snealeine night -coward's ausly suppressed, exclaiming softly,
plagiarism of real adventure ani l "Oh, Derry!"
teal crime. It wn- im'possi'ble. Keith I His heart was filled with gladness.
gritted the word, aloud. He night She, too. w•as seeing what his eyes
have accepted 1'rrnniston as a Dick saw in that wonderland. And she
Turpin, a Clnwl • Duval or a Mac- as feeling it, Her hand, seeking
heath, but not et• a Jeremy. Did'dler his hand, crept into his palms and the
or a Bill Sykes. The printed lines iingers of it clung to his fingers. He
were lies. The} must be. •Derwent cnuld feel the thrill of the miracle
Connis•ton miglir have killed a dozen passing thrn•.rch her, the miracle of
men but he h i ! never cracked ',a the open spaces, the miracle of the
safe. To think 1' was to think the forests rising billow on billow to
inconceivable. the pttrple mists of the horizon, the
He turned' to 'he letters. They miracle of 'he gol•len Saskatchewan
were pastime -Red I Darlintgton, Eng- rolling, slowly and peacefully :n its
land. His timers.. tingled as he op- slumbering sheen mit of that mighty
ened the firse li was as he, had ex- mysteryland that rheehed to the
pected, as lir had hoped. They were lap of the setting sun. He snake to
trona Mary Josephine. Be arranged her of that land ns she looked wi�de-
them-nine in all in the sequence, of� eyed, 'quick hreathing, her fingers
their dates, which ran back nearly
eight years. All of them had been
written within n period of eleven
months. They were as legible tis
print. And 'as he passed from thr
first to the wend, and from the
second to the third, and then read
on into ,the others,, he forgot there
was such a thing as tinnte and that
Mary Josephine was waiting for him.
VIII
In his own, room, with the door
closed and locked, Keith felt again
that -dull, ' strange pain that made
his heart sick an+d the air aout him
difficult to breathe.
'"If you weren't me -brother."
The words beat in his brain. They.
were 'pounding at his ' heart until it
was smothered,"laughing at him and
taunting' him' and triumphing over
him just as, many time's before, the
raving voices of the weird wind -dev-
ils had scourged him from out of
black night and arctic storm. Her
brother! His hand clenched until the
nails bit into his flesh. No, he hadn't
thought of that part of the fight.!
And now it swept }.rpon him in a de-
luge. If he lost in the •fight ' that
was ahead of him, his life would pay
the forfeit. The law would take him
and he would hang. And if he won -
she would 'be his sister forever and
to the end of all time! Just that,
and no more. His sister! And, the
agony of truth gripped hemi that it
was not as a 'brother that he saw
the glory in her hair, the glory in
her eyes and face, and the glory
in her slim little, and
body-
hut as the lover. A merciless pre-
ordination had stacked the cards a-
•gainst him again. He was Connis-
ton, and she was 'Conniston's sister.
A strong man, a man ' in whom
blood ran red, there leaped up in him
for a moment a sudden and unreas-
oning rage at that thing which he
had called fate. He saw the unfair-
ness of it a-11'; the hopelessness of it,
the cowardly ,subterfuge and trickery
of, life itself as it had played against
him, and with tightly set lips and
clenched hands he called mutely on
God Almighty to .play the game
The clippings had told him one
thing; here, like bits of driftage to
be phut together, a line in this place
and half a dozen in that, in para-
graphs that enlightened and in others
that guzzled, was the other side of
the stcry, a growing thing that rose
up out of i.iystery and doubt in seg-
meri•ts and fractions of segments add-
ing themselves together piece -meal,
welding the whple into form and sub-
stance, until there rode through
Keith's veins a wild thrill of exulta-
tion and triumph.
And then he came to the ninth and
last letter. It was in a different
handwriting, brief, with a deadly
specificness .about it that gripped;
Keith as he read.
This ninth letter he held ire his
band as he rose from the table,. and
out of his mouth theme fell, un'con;
sciously, ConnistSn's own words, "I't's
devilish queer, old top -.and funny!"
' • There vas no humor in the way he
'spoke them. His voice was hard, his
eyes dully ablaze. He was looking
'back into that swirling, unutterable
loneliness of the ,northland, aid he
was seeing 'Conniston again.
''Fiercely he caught up the clip-
pings, struck a match, and with a
gi•in-u smile watched them as they
curled . up into flame and crumbled
into ash. What a lie was Life, what
a malformed thing was justice, what
a monster of iniquity the man-fabri-
eated thing called law!
And again he found himself speak-
ing, as if the dead Englishman him-
self were repeating the words, "It's
devilish queer, old top -and funny!"
; e$..
•'".word off erre .----/. •
"God's country" said Keith de'vt*il;
ly. .
'Mery josephiue drew a .deePaYeea, h:,'.
''"And people still ;dole izl tewzl a'nd'.
;:+cities!'° She a telainted an wort, Bring..
credrility,' "Pve icireanied oft `ova
'here,' Derry, brut Z icier, dreamed
that, 'And rove had it for years
and years, while t --oh,' Derry!" ' '
• And again those two words filled
his heart with gladness, words of
loving reproach, attremnble with the
mysterious whisper of a great desire.
For she was looking into the west. ,
And her eyes and her heart and her
soul were la the west, and suddenly
Keith saw his way' as though light-
ed'.._hy a flaming torch. Ile came near
to forgetting that he. was Oonniston.
He spoke of his dream, his desire,
and told her that last night -before
she came -he had made up ,his mind
to go. -Shead, come to hien just in
time, •A .little later and. he would
have been gone, 'buried utterly away
from the world in the wonderland of
the mountains. And now they Would
go together. They would go as he
had planned to ;ge, quietly, unob-
trusively; they' would slip away • 'and
disappear. There was a reason, why
no, one should know, not even Mc-
Dowell. It must "be their secret.
Some day he would tell her 'why,
Her heart thumped excitedly as he
went on like a .boy planning a won'
derful day. He'could see the swifter
beat of it in the flush that rose into
her face and the joy -glowing tremu-
lously in her eyes as she looked at
him. They would get ready quietly.
They might 'go to -morrow,. the next
day, any time. It would be a glor-
ious adventure, just they two, with
all the vastness, of that mountain
paradise ahead of them.
"We'll be .pals;" he said. • "Just
you and me,, Mary Joeerphine. We're
all - that's left."
It was his first experimtent, his
first reference to the information he
had gained in the letters, and swift
as a flash Mary Josephine's' eyes
turned up to him. He nodded, smil-
ing. He understood their quick ques:-
tioning, and 'he held her hand closer
and began to walk with her down the
slope. .
'"A lot of it came back last night
and this morning, a lot of it," he ex-
plained. "I't's queer what miracles
small things. can work .sometimes, is-
n't it? Think what a grain of sand
can -do to a watch! This was one
of the small things." He was still
smiling as he touched the scar ,on
his forehead. "And you, you were
the other miracle. And I'm remem-
bering.: - It doesn't seem like seven
or eight years, but only yesterday,
that the grain of sand got mixed up
somewhere in the machinery in my
head. And I guess there was an-
other reason' for my going wrong.
You'll understand, when I tell you."
IIfad he been 'Conniston it could not
have come from him more naturally,
more sincerely: He was Hiving. the
great lie, and' yet to him it was no
longer a lie. He did not hesitate, as
shame and conscience . might have
made 'him hesitate. He was fighting
that something rbeautiful might be
raised up out of chaos and despair
and be made to exist; he was fight-
ing for life in rplace of, death, for
happiness in place of grief, for light
in place of 'darkness --Fighting to save,
where others would destroy. The•'re-
for the great lie was, not a lie but
a thing without venom .or hurt, an
instrument for happiness'and for' all
the. things good and beautiful that
went to make happiness. It was his
one great weapon. Without it he
would fail, and failure meant desola-
tion. So he spoke convincingly, for
what he said came straight from the
heart though it was born in the sha-
dow of that one master -falsehood.
His wonder was that Mary Josephine
believed him so utterly that not for
an instant was there a questioning
doubt in her eyes or on her lips.
'He told her how much he "remem-
bered," which was no more and no
less than he had learned from the
letters and the clippings. The story
did notefappeal to hien as particularly
unusual or dramatic. He had passed
through too many tragic happenings
in the last four years to regard it in
that way. It was simply an unfor-
tunate affair beginning in misfortune
and with its necessary whirlwind of
hurt and sorrow. The one thing of
shame he would not keep out of hie Londeshoro
mind was that he, Derwent ('iinnis_ Rlyth
ton, must hare' been a poor type of Belgrave
hig brother in those days of nine or Wingham
ten yr ars ago, even though littif
Mary Josephine had worshipped him.
He was -well along in hie twenties
then. The Cnnnistons of Darlington
were his uncle and aunt, and his
uncle was a more or less prominent
"figure in ship -building interests on
the Clyde. With these people the
three --himself. Mary Josephine, and
his la -ether Eghert-had lived; "farm-
ed nut" to a hard -necked, flinty-
hearted- pair of relatives because of
a brother's stipulation and a certain
English law. With them they had Dublin
existed in mutual disenriterit and dis- Seaforth
like. ? Derwent, when he became old Clinton
enough, had stepped over the traces. Goderich
All this Keith had gathered freer the
letters, but there was a great deal
that was missing. Eghert, he gath-
ered, mist have been a scapegrace.
1Te was a cripple of some sort and
seven or eight years his junior. In
the letters Mary .Josephine had spok-
en of him as "poor Egbert," pitying
instead of condemning him, though
it was Eghert who had brought trag-
edy and separation upon them. One
night Eghert had broken open the
Conniston safe and in the darkness
had had a fight and a narrow escape
from his uncle, who laid the crime
upon Derwent. And Derwent, in
whom E'g'hert must have confided, A•M• '
fled to America that the cripple Toronto 7.40.
might be saved, with the promise McNaught ' 11.4$
that some clay he would send for Walton ., ., 12.01
Mary .Josephin•e. He was followed by Blyth 12:12.
the uncle's threat that ft he ever re- Aulburn 12' 3
turned to England, he would be jail- MiGaw 12:3
ed. Not long afterward "poor Eg- Menses 12:41
bort" was found dead in bed, fear- Goderieh 12,411
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Surgeons, Toronto. Office over W. R.
• Smith's Grocery, Main. Street, Sea-
forth-. Phone: Office, 185 W; resi-
dence, 185J.
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play. "Yes, three years of it. If I
could only 'remember as well, only
half as well,, things that happened
before this---" He raised a hand
to him forehead, to the scar.
"You will," she whispered swift-
ly. "Derry, darling, Yeti will!" -
'Wallie sidled in and, with an ador-
ing grin at Mary Josephine, suggest-
ed that he had more coffee and toast
ready to serve, piping hot. Keith
was relieved: The day had begun
auspiciously, and ever the hacen and
eggs, done to a ravishing brown by
the little Jap, he told Mary Jos-
ephine of some of his 'bills of fare in
'he north and how yesterday he had
filled up on bacon smell at Andy Dug-
gan's Steak from the 'cheek of a
',t alrus, - he told her, was equal io
rucvt'house; seal meat wasn't had,
out cne grew tired of it quickly un-
irss he was an Eskimo; polar Lear
meat was filling but tough and
•strong iHTie liked whale meat, es-
pecially the tail -steaks of narwhal,
and cold boiled 'blubber was good in
the winter, only it was impossible to
cook it (because Of lack of fuel, tin -
less one was aboard 'ship or had .an.
alcohol stove in his outfit. The tid-
bit of the Eskimo :was birds' eggs,
gathered hy the ton in seerimer-time,
rotten before cold weather came, and
frozen solid as chunks of ice in win-
ter. Through one starvation period
of three weeks he had lived on there
himself, . ching them raw in his
mouth s o e worries away with a
piece of ro c candy. The little lines
gathered in Mary Josephine's fore-
head at this, bit they smoothed a-
way into laughter when he humor-
ously described the joy oliving on
nothing at all but air. And. he added
to this by telling •her how the, glut-
tonous Eskimo ..at feast time' would
tie out flat on their backs, so that
heir womenfolk could feed them by
dropping chunks of flesh into their
open maws until their stomachs s''wei-
fully contorted. Keith.guess
had been something tome 'tally'
as p'hysicallyt wrong witlh
(Cs mtinued next week.)
Patter `
"The man who'd try to take' 'ad-
vantage of a young girl's innocence
used to be a cad," says Geneviehiie,
the kitchen cynic; "now he's an opt.
rim i st. "-Ted ,Cook;
Don Marquis, author and play-
wright, has defined middle age as'
"the tiante when a. man isalways
thinking that in a week or two he.
will feel just as good as eve'."
* * *
Heard on the radio was Ring Lard -
per's bright perennial: i'Sorry I
can't coarse to your dinner Wednes-
day. Lt's the children's night . out
and I have to stay home with •the
nurse."
. * * *
A puzzled reader asks: Is it Huey
or Hooey?-Bostron. Ttmanscript.
* * *
A young.man in a Ford rolled into
a gasoline station- and said, "One •gal-
lon, please." The attendant sneered.
scornfully, ,"What are you trying to
do, wean 'it?"
•
A Hollywood actress, applying' for
a passport and asked whether she
was married, replied: "Occasionally."
• * * *
Aeked what she wished for her
birthday, an old lady replied: "Give'
me a kiss, so I don't have to dust it."
* rp *
'What our Government needs is
more pruning and less grafting. -
Brunswick (Ga.) Pilot.
* .* *
'Dentis't's epitaph 'in a Connecticiit
cemietery: -
•
"When on this t�nb you . gaze with
• •..gravity, . •
Cheer up! I'm filling my last cavity."---
* *• *
IIs he conceited? 'Well, 3'd just
like to buy him at.,my price. and sell
him at his! -Sydney 'Bulletin. ,.
* * *
Modern child, seeing rainbow for '
first time; "Oo-mummy-what is
it, ad'v'ertising?"t---]London Tatler.
* * *
IMovie comment: "It really wasn't
half bad. On the contrary, it was
all bad."
If all sensible men keep their re-
ligion to themselves it is because they
know that its essence is in'comimuni-
•cable.--4Iir. W. B. Sellbie.
' II Make no protest against the in-
cursions of scholars into the world
of myiehs but, on the whole I do not. •
care for their eomrpany -Mr. Roberti
Lend. '
LONDON AND .WINGHAM
South.
-P.M.
Wingham 1.55
Bellgrave ' 2.11
Bd'yth 2.23
Londesboro 2.60
Clinton . ?XIS
13rucefield '3.21
Kippers 3.35
Hensall ,.3.41
Exeter 3.55
North.
A.M.
Exeter 10.42
Hensall - 10.55
Kippers 11.01 ' .
Brucefield 11.09
Clinton 11.64
closing still more tightly shout his,
This was but the beginning of the
glory of i the west. anal, the nor'.h, h,'
told her.' Reyend that low hor•i
vm'htsre the tree trips touched the sky
were the prairies -nit the tiresome
monotony which she had seen from
the car windows, but the wide, •glor-
ious, (Crud -given country of the North -
est with its thousands of square miles
Goderich
Clinton
Seaforth
Du•hl i n
MitcheU5,
C. N. R.
East.
*est.
A.M.
6.45
7.03
7.22
7.33
7.42
12.10
12.19
12.30
12.50
P.M. •
2.30
3,00-
3:1'3
3.3L '
3.43
11.19 9.32
11.34 9.45
11.50 9.59
12.10 10.25
C. P. R. TIME TABLE
Gnclerich
Menset
McGaw
.4 uhurn
Blyth
East.
' A.M.
5.59
5.65
6.04
• 6.11
6.2ti
Walton 6.40
Mc Naught 6.52.
Toronto 10.25
West.
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