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BaifirSors, soitiatoors, popspraugero
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the DeMinion Bank. Office in rear a
tbe DOraini0e, Bank. Seaforth. : Money
to lean.
- JOHN.- B. BEST
Daw Office
P. J. BOIABY
Associate in Charge
Barrieters, Solleitoes. Notaries, Etc.
Seaforth,,Ont. Telephone 75.
ELMER 0. BELL., B.A.
' Barrister & Solicitor
Office of late F. Holmsted, K.C.
(Next A. D. Sutherland)
• Monday, Thursday and Fridays.
Over Keating's Deng Store.
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VETERINARY.
JOHN. GRIEVE, V.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 Street, one
cdoor east of Dr. Jarrott'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 modern principles.
Charges reasonable. Day or night
calls promptly attended to. Office on.
Main Street, Hensel, opposite Town
Hall. Phone 116. Breeder of Scot-
tish Terriers, Inverness Kennels,
Hensel]. •
MEDICAL-
DR. GILBERT Ce JARROTT
Graduate of Faculty of Medicine,
University of Western Ontario. Mem-
ber of College of Physicians and
Surgeons of Ontario. Office, 43 Gode-
rich Street, West. Phone 37.
Successor to Dr. Charles Mackay.
DR. W. C. SPROAT
Physician - Surgeon
Phone 90-W. Office John St., Seaforth.
DR. F. J. BURItOWS
Office and residence, Goderich St.,
*eat of the United Church, Seaforth.
Phone 96. Coroner for the County. of
Burim.
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Graduate of Univertiity of Toronto
Faculty of Medicine, member of Col-
lege of Physicians and Surgeons of
Ontario; pass graduate course in
Chicago Clinical School of Chicago ;
Royal Opthalmie 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. E. A. h4cMASTER'
Graduate of the 'University of Toron-
to, Faculty of Medicine
Members of College of Physicians
and Surgeons of Ontario; graduate of
New York Post Graduate School and
Lying-in Hospital, New York. of -
en High Street, Seafortb. Phone
27. Office fully equipped: for X-ray
diagnosis and ultra short wave elec-
tric treatMent, Ultra Violet Sun Lamp
treatments, and Infra Red electric
treatments. Nurse in attendance.
DR. F. 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, Lendon, Eng. At Commercial
Hotel, Seaforth, -third Wednesday in
each month, from 1.30 p.m. t 04.30
p.m. 58 Waterloo Street, South, Strat,
lord.
DR. DONALD G. STEER c
(Continued from last week)
CHAPTER IX
"Que Viva La Rumba"
4.
The fear ,which deove Joan lasted
Well:nigh until she had reached the
house of Buck Daniels.Then: it dis-
appeared, only to be replaced by an --
other dread. What if he sheuld know
that she had left the house?
However, that was a bridge that
,est be crossed when she came to it.
She brought Peter back to his corral,
and unsaddled! hiin by pauses, her
mind was so filled with other things.
But she recalled thee necessities of
titeeeeinoment enough to scatter earth
ov Peter's sweating bedy. In the
morning It would look as if he had
simply rolled, during the night, near
the water -hole at the farthereend,"of
the corral, and no one who did not
look very, close would, distinguish the
sweat marks.
When she had done thisshe went
back toward the house. It had been
a very futile and foolish thing she
felt, this ride through the darkness,
and; aline° all, the talk With Harry
Gloster. And yet, somehow, she was
returning richer than when she had
etarted. -
She entered' the house and went
through it with the same ghostly sil-
ence, and again, as she climbed' the
stairs, there vtas net a sound under-
foot But when she opened the door
to her room she saw the broad out -
lite of a man's shoulders against the
stars beyond her window. It stopped
her with; a shock of fear, but the
gentle voloe of Buck Daniels spoke
immediately.
"Joan?"
Graduate of Faculty, of Medicine.
University of Western Ontario. Mem-
ber' of College of Physicians and
Surgeons of Ontario. Full equip-
ment, including an ultra short wave
set.
Office Kinfi-Street, Hensel'. Phone
Hensall 56.
DENTAL
DR. J, A. McTAGGART
Graduate Royal College of Dental
Surgeons, Toronto. Office at Hensel%
• " Ont. Phone 106.
AUCTIONEERS
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light the lamp."
His voice was Perfectly quiet and
half of her fear died away until she
watohred his hand as he held the
match to the wick of the letup, for
that hand was trembling And a sud-
den concern, for him swallowed her
terror.
' She had expected that he would
raise the lamp and stare at her by its
light And if be 'did so it .seemed to
Joan that he could not help but see
much that was newly written in her
face:
But, although the language of Buok
V as not polished, or ids mannsrs
either, he was full of a native gee-
tran at present as he went back tc
his chair, sat down, and rolled a eig-
elte, his eyes Dever lifted to ..Jian.
It was as if he bade her rally her-
self for the ordeal; it was like a
declaration that he 'would not spy up-
on hee.rnind, • And when at length he
raised .his ,glance to her, it was with
an effort that crossed his forehead
with wrinkles ,of pain.
"Joan, dear . ." he said: and
stopped.
She wanted to run to him and fall
on her knees by his chair. She want-
ed to throw her arms around him and
pour out the whole story of every-
thing that had happened since she
list saw him. But the thing which
had •held her back like a hand .more
than once before held her back now.
"Have you been doing this much?"
he asked at last. •
She shook her head. "Never be -
„fore."
"Neer?"
She nodded.
He went onsmoking and watching
her :steadfastly until' he had finished
his cigarette, and then he said, sud-
denly: "Here ,you are standing and
me sitting down!" And the started
'to his feet.
"Dad!" she cried, tears rushing
to her eyes. "After you've worked
all the day and then waited up for.
me so many hours to -night?"
She curled up en the bed with her
elbow on the footboard. That brought
her face perilously close to him. He
would be able to watch and estimate
every alteration of her expression.
Nerverthelese, there she sat.
It seemed to her that he would nev-
er begin. She would much rather
have .facedi an outburst of extravagant
anger and yet more extravagant
threats and. commando. But she felt
rather helpless in the face of this
working gout of Buck Daniels. He
went forward slowly, with a weight of
grief and anxiety weighing him down.
"Joan," he said at last, "I guess
I've made you pretty unhappy here."
"Oh, no!"
He shook his head.
"Tilde
means 'yes,' Well, I ain't
very entertaiting, and you're pretty
young. Maybe you'll be glad to know
that we're going to leaVe the ranch
pretty soon?"
"Leave the ranch?"
"Igot an Offer- a while back. 1-1
think I'll take IL"
"That offer from Mr. Calkett?"
"That's the one"
"But you said that was terribly
small?"
"It's large enough. It'll do to move
use"
"But where, dad?"
HAROLD DALE
c' Licensed AuCtioneer
Specialist in farm and household
Males. -Prices reasonable. For dates
and lamination, write or phone Har-
old Dale, Phone 149, Seaforth, or
apply at The Expositor Office. •
F. W. AHRENS'
Licensed anetIoneer for Perth and
Hurele Countiee. Sales solicited.
Terme on apolicatIon. Farm Stock,
Chattels and Real Estate Property.
R. It. No. 4, Mitehell, Phone 634 r 6.
Apply at thid OffiCa'-
thing---"
Something has happened be-
tween Us. 'It's been a couple of years.
since you've changed toward me.
What is it?"
"Nothing," she said --staunchly.
"Telt me the true of it, Joai1 . •
She shook her head again, said as
she did so -she heard a voice 'come
clear and small across the night floln
the direction of the road -a voice
full of quaverssuch, as are thrown
into singing bythe jolting of a buck-
board. And the song he sang isras:
"Qiie 'viva la'rumba;
Que viva, que idea Placer;
Que•vivan, las ninas, chulttas, bonitas
Y guapas que saben querer!" •
It brought her to her feet, trembling
-listening with her soul in her face.
And as the voice faded out with a
swiftness which spoke. eloquently of
the speed at :which the singer was
travelling, Joan looked down, to Buck
and knew that he had seen enough.
"You've been seeing a man!" he
cried. "My God, is that it?"
His horror wasese•strongethatesh'e
went a little back from :him.
"Why 'shouldn't I see a man?" she
asked.
"Who is it?" • groaned Buck Daniels
in a sort of ecstasy of rage and grief.
"What's his name?""
She shook her head. It was. a
very wonderful thing to see Puck so
perturbed. She could never have im-
agined it. But watching him now, she
knew that he was, a man capable of
violence. He was beginning to walk
up and .down the rooan, pausing
sharply now and again, 'and then
walking or& once more with his fin-
gers working and a wedge of .muscle
thrusting out frchia' the base of his
jaw.
"When did you first •meet him?" he,
asked, at' length.
"To -night," she answered.
"Don't tell that lie to me!" he thun-
dered. "This gent has turned your
heat Want me to think that he did
it at one meeting?, No, you ain't.
plumb crazy, and don't think that I'm
crazy, too."
She had never heard such words
from Sim before; ,she had never
dreamed' that he was even capable of
uttering them. But she made no re-
ply, merely sitting quietly and staring
into his excited face.
"Talk, talk!" he commanded. "Lem -
me hear what you got to say for your-
self!" •
She shook her head; and this de-
nial threw him into such a frenzy
that she 'was almost afraid, for the
memente that he was going to strike
her. It was not really fear that she
felt, however,•so much as a sad mar-
velling at these passions in him.
"What was the song that 1 heard
somebody singing a while ago on the
road -the one that made you jump
up to listen?"
She hesitated. But as she wavered,
doubtful, 'so many things came back
upon her mind out of that strange
and happy night, that the song began
to swell in her throat of her own ac-
cord. And so it came out, in the end,
clear ringing, but small as the whis-
tle of a bird:
dtrasicr
"East!"
"To some
York."
"Oh, do you mean
"Thant make you
"Oh,„yes!" •
He sighed.
"But what about you, dad? What
eroeld you do away from the moun-
taine and the desert?"
"Man of my age gets on mostly
any place." •
city. Maybe
to New
that?"
happy, Joan?"
"Dad, it would be only for my sake.
But because I take a ride by night,
why should we have to leave the
eountry?"
"Will you tell me where you went,
.Than?"
can't do that."
She watched his face turn grey, al.
thOughlie said not: a word.
"I want to tell you, dad ----but some -
Ale -q1": c,
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swear such •a thing. ate that?"
"Your mother,,J0411.4" . •
"My =ether:"
And' ehe taw a picture of that gen-
tle face, unsmiling, with the gold hair
fuming •it and tarnishing slowly, 40
greY. °mild such a woman have lock-
ed up a secret?. •
"Oh, what is it?" she pleaded. •
"You'll learn it ali.. Only I hope to
God that the day when you learn it
is, far away ahead of you. If these
were the Old days when a man had
power over his family, I'd close you.
into a•room and keep you there for a
year, until the last echo of this `Que
yira 1a rumba' had worked out of
your heaid!"
"Que viva la . rumba;
Que viva, que viva placer;
Que vivan las minas, cluelitas, bonitos
Y guapas que saben querer!"
He greeted. this quiet little ditty
with a growl of disapproval. •
"I dunno that lingo," he declared,
"and I'm glad that I don't. No good
never mane out of it. What's that
song about?"
She hesitated. When one -thought
of the actual translation of the words,
syllable by syllable, it was enough to
bring the colour 40 her cheeks. The
swinging rhythm, the music itself, the
pleasure of singing 'bed obscured the
syllables before. She even bit her
lip now as she remembered that she
had sung this song for a man, -to a
man -a stranger.
- "It's a -a song of happiness, 1 sup-
pose' I may call it" she said at last.
"Happiness? Happiness? ' And in
that lingo'!" growled Beck., "They
don't have no such songs ea:thatin
that language. You're keeping things
back from me, and that makes me
know that this is the beginning of
the end. There aln't no doubt about
that It's the beginning of the end,
because well never trust each other
again." •
"Dad!" she cried,. "Oh, dad, why
de you say that?"
"I got a thousand good reasons1
got reasons so good -they'd turn, your
blood- eoldr"
"What do you mean? Won't you
tell me? Do you .think 1 can stand
hearing them?"
"You oouldn't stand it," he said.
And, going back to her, he laid a
hand upon her shoulder and another
upon her hair. "There's things about
you," he said, "that nobody living can
guees, except nie. When you sit a-
lone and do your thinking and turn
over your queer ideas in your head,
you think that nobody knows. But I
know, Joan. I know things about you
that you'll never know, God willing."
"And you've tried to keep me here
away from people so that I might nev-
er find out?"
"That's IL"
"But now I'll go mad with eager-
ness to learn."
"You will clearn, now that you've
started on the out trail. But I'm go-
oing to, fight to keep you back from
it as long as I cam"
"Why do you do it, dad? Why can't
I live as other young girls? Is there
anything wrong with it?"
"Not for them. They can do their
laughing and their Chattering. But
you're' mut for something else. And
I've sworn that I'd keep you to a
quiet like --1--"
"VVIO had the right to make you
CHAPTER.X
It's The Nickname That Counts
"Why the devil," said Sheriff Sim
Hargess, "do you waste, all that ane
singing on the empty. night? Might
get paid for it in towier
a' gent openhanded by na-
ture," declared Harry Gloster. "I like
to give things away-,includin,g my
"All I got to say," growled the
sheeiff, "is that you might save your
singing for them that would appreci-
ate it a pile mere than 1 would."
"I ain't singing c to you," declared
the prisoner who was chained to the
seat beside the sheriff. "I'm singing
to the world in general. How d'you
know what might be hearing me?"
"A coyote, maybe, taking lessens
off yonder on a hill," suggested the
sheriff.
"Maybe," said Gloster with the most
perfect good mature. "I wouldn't
grudge himnone. Speaking of sing-
ing,he tdrinks are on me, and I'm
setting up to entertain."
"Rats!" said the .sheriff. "You talk
plumb; foolish."
"You got no heart in you," said
Gloster. "What functions for you is
just a chunk of the law. If 1 was to
shake you, I could hear the pages
rustle. Otherwise, you'd see that I
was overflowing with happiness."
"I never took none to singing," ob-
served the sheriff dryly.
"Don't give up trying, though," urg-
ed Gloster. "Listen to this!"
And, tilting back his head, his voice
rose and rang:
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04'11101,C(Sff that wajl."
gritOt1,4•9•01 1e4en
itafe door *bleix deputy who acted
ag,Jailer haele'011Oad before fibegh.
fth# Weelia edezeie-Icelle en the hogs
efgalh '.surrounded 147 ..ialtese, bars. It
was possible to a.UiVey every Cell ju
4Itiltit:ae110t4. Slfla*e'theSe leeter wa led
aed, the 'Irene removed. He was Made
ConfOrtable. Preab, dadaking. water.
wtbaesna .b4reue... wgrs lo�ked in for ithe luta,
an* left r&clialaig not We bunk and
eMoking a cigarette with a medita-
tive air Of ,content.
"Ytou bed a look .at him'?" asked,
Sidn'-cuog;esif 'of 'hint' deputy *bep
they were seated int the office a mem-
er!him, George?"
plaaitrer.to m"Ymoudilinh,acig.„. a goodz:r look at
"If you. was to pick out .a .nickname
to fit him what would you laird on?"
George, studled a Moment. "Might
him-er:-•Little Joe,' or 'Happy'
or something like "that."
The sheriff nodded.
"Little Joe would be a fit," he de.
clawed. "But how .would Sandy do?"
"Sandy? His hair's too yaller for
any name like that, don't you figure?
But how come you're aiming to pick
out a name for hien, Sim?"
"Said he was called 'Sandy' Wil-
liams." • ,.,
He' paused again. •
"How did he look to you, Geolge?"
"Sort of good-natured."
"Wouldn't -mind getting into a frac-
as --with-him:eh-
George reached ,for his gen.:Instinct
anwIratedi training at the draw made
the gestaire lighteleg fast.
"Noe if there was enoughlight for
straight shooting," he said,' with a
rather - twisted grin. ,
"That's the way I figured it," nod-
ded the sheriff, and then frowned very
seriousiy.: •"George, that fellow's got
a record of some Sort."
."He has? What is it?"
dunno. I'm going to find out.
Hecwouldn't be travelling . with a
crooked name if there wasn't some-
thing wrong with him. We'll have a
look around the -country and listen in
on what, we can. Take a telegram
down to the office, will you?"
And so, before many .minutes, a
message was ticking across the wires,
north and south and east dnd west,
inquiring from the sheriffs of many
counties if a yellow -haired 'Man over
six feet tall and weighing about two
hundred • pounds, but looking thirty
pounds bigger, were wanted for any
cricaue. . •
But while this was going on, the
yellow -haired man who- weighed two
hundred pounds :and might look to be
even thirty pounds heavier, lay on his
bunk in the jail with his head pillow -
ed on one thick -arnti, sound asleep
and,srailing in his dream.
"Que viva la rumba;
Que viva, caw viva placer;
Que vivan-les nines, chulitas, bonitas
Y guapas cgte saben querer!"
The sheriff groaned as the last note
floated afar. And, then out of the thin
distance, a coyote wailed an answer.
"You've waked 'em u:p," grinned the
sheriff. "You got youaudience, I
see. Where'd you learn that fool
thing?"'
"Mexico."
"For Mexico it might do," said the
sheriff pointed,le. • •
"You're talking sort of straight,"
.said Harry ,Gloster suddenly.
"That's me. 1 always make a habit
of talking right ,Olit what I. mean"
"Then smaller 'your tongue when
yolfre talking to me," said Maker,
and turning in the seat as much as
his handcuffs and the chain permitted,
he stared fixedly into the face of Sim
Hangess. "I don't need your conver-
sation to make fne happy."
The sheriff met that cold eye for
an instant and then turned his atten-
tion back to his spau of mustangs.
He felt, in fact, that he had gone too
far. •And like every roan ,who felt
that he was in the wrong, he was be-
ginning to hate his companion. But,
efter a moment ore:Hence, he found
that his anger, was dissipating. He
was a man among men, was Sim Hex -
gess; and presently he said:
'I guess you're right, partner. You
got a right to sing if you want to.
cof qut of sorts to -night?'
"I'm -sorry for that," replied the
other amiably. "What's wrong, may
I ask?"
"Got a fine little sorrel filly. Went
lame on me this morniag."
"That's sure tough," agreed Gies -
Lee "Lemme have a Look at her
when we have a chance. I know
something about a -hese"
,He turned and looked back to 'his
own mount trotting ',contentedly: be-
hind the buckboard, swinging over to
one Side to get free read the dust.
"Yep, that's a good one you got for
yourself."
"Not bad."
"We been so dog -gone busy that I
forgot to 'ask your name."
"Sandy Williams," ,said Gloster.
"That is my name.".
"1 mean your real name."
"ThatYs, it."
The sheriff laughed. , •
"You waited just a minute too 101-1g
before you spoke," .he said. "But we
will let it go at that, Sandy. By the'
way, where did you learn: how to han-
dle your fists? Been in the ring "
"Nope."
"You ain't?' But you sure can step!
I started out to get you as soon as
the fight begun. Didn't want the mob
to smash you all up. But when I seen
your style, I thought I'd wait and let
you work."
"Thanks," said Gloster. "It was a
fine little party w-hile it lasted."
"While it lasted, it sure was,"
They readhed the town and press
°rely the jail. It was a snug little
building, recently built, and the sher-
iff was immoderately proud or hits ac-
commodations..
"Wall a foot and a half thick," he
said, tapping on it. "All harderetone,
too. And these here bars are all tool
proof stuff. There ain't no better
steel made"
Harry Gleeterpaused on his way
down the aisle and gripped a bar 15
his manacled ;17ands. There Was a
convulsive twistiof his shoulder% and
the great steel framework shuddered
violently. In the distance a lock be-
gan to swing and jingle.
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Conley is a good sort. }Is- talks
mighty loud, but the things be iaye
ain't so bad."
Lee • Haines forgot :the journey
which was before him Instead; he
went to the jail, and there he inter-
viewed George, the deputy and jail
keeper.
"How's the patient?" be asked.
"Wants more ham -and eggs. It'd
bust :the county to feed two like him.
He's all stomach.",
"May I oes -him?"
"Everybody else !has seem him. I
guess you „pan," nodded George.
'"Idight think he was a ghost and 'not
a man the way folks come around to
stare at WM." '
"Does he mind it?".
. `Not him. He's got a word for 'em
all. • Sall have a Witied-fUr :yea, 'WAY
watch!" .
He escorted Haines into the main
rooe. of the jail, and then .sank on
to a stool.
"Don't try to pass •hinir nothing. I'm,
.-viiiching," he yawned. "Darned if I
ain't tired out. There he is." .
'It was more than Haines had -dared
to hope for. He went 'hurriedly down.
the aisle between the rows .of bars,
and presently he was before the cell
in whin was Harry Gloster,,_ alias
Sandy Williams,
And he found Harry on his knees,
working with a deft and- hasty pencil
on the smooth stone flagging which
had been whitened by ,rauch„„sertib-
bing. And growing upon the floor
was the face of a girl, shadowy, cern-
in•g out of a mist of many lines in
the background. All that was real of
her features and expression was. the
big eyes and their straight, far-off:
and the curving Paint upon her
One migh-t have said that it was a
portrait of every pretty girl in the
world; certainly it was .a picture. of
no individual.. There were,„too, many
places where the imagination was
left to do 2,s it "pleased. t. -
'Well? Who's that?"' asked Haines.
The other whirled on him.
"Another?" he growled, and then,
seeing vela,o it was, he rose to his feet
with a smile. "Hello, Haines," , he
said. "Things have been happening
since I saw you last."
"Quite a lot," nodded Lee Haines.
"You got ihto. one mess on. my ac-
count. Now you're in lanxither on
your own. What I've come to find
out is this: How important is it for
you to get. across the border?"
The • other, considered with a psi
fee"tphgeravdiityffe,
difference is between living
and dying; taking it by and large," he
said, and he actually grinned .at
Haines.
"I thought it was something' like
that," nodded. Haines,' without" show-
ing the -slightest surprise or shock.
"What the devil made you hang a-
round here all ye-sterday?"
"No Lemma .Just because I was a
feel."
'Why did yon fight last night?"
"Been a month since I've had a
fight."'
"That's not true, You mixed with
Joe Macarthur yesterfday afternoon."
"That wasn't a fight. He just did
the receiving. I got the jump on him,
you see."
• Lee Haines sighed.
"You're a queer one," he declared.
"Is that the girl you left behind you."
He painted toward the floor,
"That's the girl I haven't seen.," he
said.
"What's that? The one you've
dreamed about, eh?"
"More than that. I heard her voice
once,"
"What sort of crazy talk-" be-
ganeHn'ines, and then shook his head,
"You're past me. partner. Where did
you pick up the knack? That looks
like professional work to me!"
"I've ,always handled a pencil and
paints when I2reas on to cern,. My
fathercid,shfe
oweme how when I
i
"Your father?"
"13:p in Colorado,
sumpction"
Haines nodded.
"Is it straight that your bail
hundred ?"
'Something ke that,"
"Son, I've gat less than
dollars with Inc."
-"Why, Hines, 1 don't expect you to
help me nut of this boat. You didn't
put me here. It's not your party."
"I believe you mean it," said Haines
gnawing his lip thoughtfully. "You
saved me yesterday; you expect me
to ride along and let you rot to -day.
But there are things about me you
don't know yet! Partner, I'm. going
to, have you out of this."
"That's sure fine of you. Haines."
"The thing to do, of coume, is to
get that bail money before they find
out What's against you and hold you
without bail."
"That's the natural way
abo,,Tuetnitm,
se oh: thing:idsay."
"i they get you
for whatever else you're accused' of,
are they sure to convict you?"
"On the testimony against me, they
could hang ten men."
Haines looked at him sharply. He
'had spent more than half of a wild
life among criminals of one. kind or,
another; lent he could not place the
open face of Harry Gloster in that
category -unless a sudden burst ,of
passion- That, he decided, must
be it. The -out thrust of the jaw, the
imperious nose, the restless eye were
all typical ,of a 'highly excitable na-
ture.
(Continued Next Week)
• CHAPTER XI .
The Happy Prisoner
It had been the intention of Lee
Haines to leave the. town the next
morning. And he had been on his
way across the veranda of the hotel
after paying his bill when he received
peers•which halted him. A tall, well=
proportioned fellow with a very hand -
BOMB face and black eyes under level
black brows was passing. A black
plaster covered one side of his chin
and the face see-medswollen and die-.
coloured.
There was a chuckle from a chair
near -by after the young fellow pass-
ed.
"Young Gainor ain't going to be no
darned free:handed: after this," rumb-
led a cow -puncher, cocking his som-
brero on the back of his. head,_
"He ain't," agreed his nearest neigh
bour. . "He sure got ple,nty. Pretty
near got a busted jaw, they say. Took
him fifteen: minutes before he could,
sit up and ask where he was,"
There, was- another laugh.
'Ile swears that somebody, sneaked
up behind -him and..bit him. with .a
croWbar on4he back of the head."
"Wasn't 11.0 such thing. I seen it
all. He got soaked so hard that it
lifted him off this feet and landed him
on the back of his neck."
Lee Haines looked thoughtfully af-
ter the retreating back of the man
who had just passed, He was well
above average size. He was solidly
built. He might weigh, perhaps, a
hundred and eighty pounds.
And then Haines found himself sub-
consciously struggling to create. the
picture of the man who had lifted this
fellow off -his feet, with- a blow and
dropped him upon the back of bis
head. But his mind refused to func-
tion for such a purpose. He kept im-
agining a giant. seven feet 'tall with
a fist as big as a water bucket. The
problem fascinated 'him so that he
turned to the cowpunchers with a
question.
"Did t h -ear that straight? e -
body lifted him off his feet and dump-
ed him 'on the back of his neck?"
Two grave pairs of eyes' encounter-
ed hint and examined him. He was
a stranger, and a stranger was not
to be answered in haste. But one
of th•ent decided .that he would do.
"Ain't you heard about the fracas?"
be asked in turn.
"I slept late," said Lee.
"Gent named Sandy Williems clean-
ed up John Gainor and six -more last
night at the dance,"
"Seven men!"
"All of seven. It was a mighty pret-
ty thing to watch. Drifted through
'ern like quicksilver tlurough sand. All
good fighting men, too. Gainor, yon-
der, he's spent a lot of -time on box-
ing less -ons."
"What's Sandy? A giant ?"
The two considered the question
-eoberly.
"He looks bigger than be is," one
said, and the second agreed.
Lee Haines recalled the stalwart
who had walked into the betel dining
room the day before, but who. when
he sat ,don, was hardly higher at
the shoulders than Lee himself. He
recalled, too, the blows that had
dropped Joe Macarthur and left him
s en sele se.
"Got a bush of curly yellow hair?"
he asked.
"D'y.oe know him?" they asked in
chorus. "He's a stranger aroundthese
pests."
"I've seen him. Seems tobe quite
was a
you know. Con -
is five
a hundred
of going
"
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FROM, DEPOT
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Mr- R(iegnt-ilAial4ttt
PireatTbe 8\ghlttorrt.:CoandMr
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kith. Ah4191,4',14.c:'
exercises om Wednesday atteir499;W:•.:4,4 AO
terwitedand Thuestshdaeylaegesniti,ofthTeheyiu‘i;te2:::.:',i,'
community by serving afterneoa tea.
ITabdeiterti oent
work wallsonsanitotom
exhibit
oim. Oa -
Thursday evening the- boys' and girie? '••!"
classes held _their clOeing exercjaes
which consisted of coacert and a
dance, The program lopened with.
chorus of the boys amd girls classes;
solo by Ruth Straughaps address by.
Mx. Ian MacLeod, Agricultural Re- -
predentative; violin solo, Evelyn
lien; duet, Eleanor Wilson an -Aub-
rey Toll; readiag of class par by
Margaret Ferguson; solo by' Edith
Stoltz; action, ,poem by Eleanor Wil-
son and acted by Ruth Straughan,
Marian HUnking,. Lloyd Miller and :111
George Straughen; skit by the boys;
duet by Margaret Ferguson and Char- cee7
,
lie Milliati. Mr. MacLeod then called,
Mrs. MacDonald (clothing instruc-
tress) to the platform and she pre-
sented Ruth Straughan with a, prize
for proficiency itt her week.. Miss
Scott (instructress in, foods and nutri-
tion) then 'presented Eleanor Wilson
with a . prize for proficiency in cook-
ing. For the boys' judging Lorne
Hunking won first prize while George
Straughan won first prize in the writ-
ten exams. These prizes were pre-
sented by Mr. Richmond. Lunch was
then ereed by the girls and a dance
followed with Hogan's orchestra in
charge.
Mr. J. R. Ross, of BeaVerton, epent
the week -end with friends here.
TheWestfield Young People met on
Wednesday evening with 25 members
present. Jean McDowell was in
charge. ;Mary Cook led in prayer and
Harvey McDowell read the Scripture.
Rev. H. O. Nolionti ogered prayer. The
junior quartette, composed of Nor-
man McDowell; Douglas Campbell,
Thomas Jardine and- Lloyd Walden,
contributed a number. Winnifred
Campbell took the topic on "If Jesus
Came bo Your.. Christmas Party:"
Christmas carols were sung in clos-
ing.
Mr. and Mrs. Norm -an McDowell
rid Gerald, Witham McDowell and
Mildred Thornton in London; Mr. and
Mrs. Albert Campbell with. Mrs. Bark-
ley, Dungannon; Miss Doris Watson,
West Wawanosh, with Mr., and Mrs.
Russell Thompsonu; Mr. and Mrs.
Charles McNeil, Toronto, with Mr.
and Mrs. Charles Asquith. ,
Russell Bentley, farnier of East
Wawanosh, near Auburn, reports hav-
ing heard frogs in a pond near his
home and- having seen several snakes
during the mild sepell. Mre. T. S.
ichnston reported seeing a number of
caterpillars.
Mr. and Mrs. Daniel Crawford, of
Hullett, entertained a large number
of their friends and neighbors at a
dance lti their home on Wednesday
evening.
11,
the
LONDON and WINGHAM
South
P.M.
Wingham 1.55
Belgrave 2.11
Blyth 2.23
Londesboro 2.30
Clinton 3.08
Brucefield 3.27
Kippen 3.35
Hensall 3.41
Exeter 3.55
N orth
A.M.
Exeter 10.42
Hensall 10.55
Kippen 11.01
Brucefield 11.09
Clinton 11.54
Londesboro 12.10
Blyth 12.19
Belgrave 12.30
Wingham 12.59
C.N.R. TIME TABLE
• East
A.M.
Goderich
6.40
Clinton,
Seaforth
Dublin
Mitchell
Mitchell
Dublin
Seaforth
Clinton
Goderich
• ......... •
West
a
7.03
7.17'
7.28
7.37
11.19
11.27
11.43
12.12
12.22
P.M.
2.30
3.00
3.16
3.29
3.41
9.33
9.41
9.54
1(Y.08
10.34
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C.P.R. TIMEast TABLE
) '
P.M.
Coderich 4.20
Menset
4.24
McGaw
w:B1Ytal Waltonthon
4.33
4.42
4.52
5.05
McNaught
5,15
Toronto
9.00
Auburn -
AB uybtuhrit: ,,
Mchlaught West
12/t
$•
' 1A2870836
Toronto
12,13
12..n !,
.
Goderich . t.,,.!
M , ,.. 12.3
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