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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Huron Expositor, 1937-01-01, Page 74 • 10 • ,l,c-AktAteliaiglagiViegiCtf14igrgrAlMAIRP4Rfirefr''' LEL HAYS 4 MEIR aueCeeding R. tte Mayo . BaifirSors, soitiatoors, popspraugero lend Naariee Pablitt. Solicitors for 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. MIAS • 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. set A d ece .41 '4'. .rit••••••••-• •• A "I I ' 4"4q n, eteretereeCelhee.enteeces. ''c'ecerairelts41•1.:elce •e'• 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 syeee 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, '' 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: „ 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. • • e -cc l• - • ' • "Ain" -.4 A • • •,11 On tec .Asts, .L4 0)40 v* iget :414 „, tiOr••„c' - " Me"W•6, MAR +94011 Halc0a0, aA4 004 140 away #410 atla INAMO,9 Wag, *St r sweep of a4%taut elOud„ 41lnlat'a come of San471" knI" "Fokr "Five hundred dollars ben. FPI' 4.1,gh Whin& the peace. they say, But ta40 it by and large, jt was a Mighty! qulat -diatiliberiee. -JAR-go- COnle-nliave 'about five days iajall to 1034 TAP (4140k. things over and then Wm, him Leese. 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 " .1* 'R90!At r*RrcfP"'S TAW FROM, DEPOT eshy. 4s7011:till att.:;51:94ne:1 Mr- R(iegnt-ilAial4ttt PireatTbe 8\ghlttorrt.:CoandMr ureeitC, 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 E 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 ,12460 Mit: ... .. • "'a • 4; • Scc