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McPhail McLean, Editor.
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AFORTII, Friday, October 28th.
An OpportunitpJ'o Help
The Seaforth Lions Club will hold
its annual Hallowe'en Frolic on Mon-
day night next. This annual event
has always, been a success and will
be again 'this, year, because the peo-
ple of the town and other towns, and
the people living milesout in the
country, know from past experiences
that they are going to get a heap of
fun • or a heap of profit for every
penny they expend at it.
It is a frolic pure and simple.
There is fun for the children and for
the children's parents, and even the
parents' parents will be there and
will have just as good a time as their
children and their children's chil-
dren.
But there is a motive for this
frolic. Behind all the fun and frolic
there is a purpose and a worth while
purpose it is too, and one that should
not be lost sight of and that should
commend itself to people in every
walk in Iife.
The purpose of ' the Lions Club
frolic' is to raise funds for crippled
children. Not funds for their Club,
nor for the individual members of
their club, but funds with which to
carry on and extend the work of
humanity in which they have engag-
ed, and in which they have been so
signally successful, as many homes
in this county will testify.
We do not know of any body of
public men who have given more of
their time, energy and means to fur-
ther the cause of humanity than
have the members of the Lions Club.
In fact, any one, not in close touch
with the organization, would be am-
azed to learn how much time and en-
ergy is demanded of the individual
members to keep the club up to its
present obligations..
During the past summer, not hun-
dreds, but thousands of people, old
and young, took ,advantage of and
were benefited by the Seaforth Lions
Pool, which is an outstanding dem-
onstration of community welfare
'that is known throughout Ontario.
But the swimming pool is only one
of the Lions successful promotions.
There is the community Christmas
tree and the Christmas cheer, which
provides food and clothing for the
needy, at the season of the year
wheif it is most needed. And the
Milk Fund.
All these features of Lion acti4-
ties are well known and appreciated
by the general public. 'Much better
known, perhaps, than their work
among the crippled children, because
their results are more immediate and
spectacular.
But the crippled children's work is
just as important, if not more so,
and just as expensive to carry on, if
not more so. For that reason we
would Iike to draw particular atten-
tion to it. The Lions Frolic on Mon-
day night is more than just. a public
entertainment. It is an opportunity
for the public to help, and to help
liberally, the work of correcting the
malformations and the healing of
crippled children in your own com-
munity and in the county.
•
Names On Mail Boxes
In a %recent editorial the Listowel
Banner said: "On different occa-
, sions in this column f,.in past years,
we have urged farmers on rural
routes to have their names plainly
painted on their mail boxes. A farm-
er subscriber in this office recently
urged us to again advocate that this
be done. They say that advertising
pays. and this is one way, the farmer
can advertise.: Besides it would be
of g,eat advantage to motorists or
'ineSs men in 'locating certain
ers whose place of abode is not
kno i, to .themrn,
fs •eat deal of truth in
;a lrrl'Ott& much More, in
erase farier 're -
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• THE .HURON EXPOSITOR •
in fact, and always has been; too
self-contained; too' apt to look upon
the painting of his own name, even
on a mail box, as something ap-
proaching what the Scotch would
term "blowing."
It is anything but that. When 'a
farmer goes to an unfamiliar town
or city, and seen a store window, the
contents of which make an appeal to
him, the first thing he does is to look
for the sign bearing the name of the
owner. He may have no intention of
making a purchase in that particu-
lar store, but he wants to fix the
name in his memory. Some day he
may want to make such a purchase,
and he will then know where to `go.
It is pretty much the same when.
the town and the city go to the coun•-
_.'try. When the people from these.
places see a farm plant, or see a farm
on which the stock, the grain, the
poultry or the fruit make an appeal
to them, they want to know who the
owner is. And for the same reason.
City people are becoming country
minded. Their ultimate dream is to
retire and Iive on a place in the coun-
try.. • A lot of them are doing it too.
Or • they -know that farm fruits and
produce are fresher and better be-
fore they leave the farm than they
are after they reach the city mar-
kets. The car enables them to travel
the country pretty extensively, and
a lot of them are doing their buying
that way now.
The farmer has always wanted. to
abolish the middle man, and with
some reason too. ' But he will never
accomplish that happy end • by hiding
his light under a bushel. Painting
his name plainly on dais mail box or
his farm gate might not abolish the
middleman either, but it would, per-
haps, be making a start.
Of course there are farms that no
One would like to see their names
painted on. Not even on the farthest
back field fence (if there was one).,
But even considering what the farm-
er and farming have gone through
during the past few years, there are
not very many of that kind. The av-
erage farmer should be, and un-
doubtedly is, proud of his farm. He
has a right to be, as well as a right
to acknowledge that pride, at least
to the extent of using a little paint
on his mail box or on his farm gate,
or both.
It wouldn't do him a bit of harm
it might do him a heap of good. And•
it wouldn't cost him anything, and it
would please the public, which does
not cost much sometimes either.
•
Cecession In Saskatchewan
A somewhat startling report came
out of the West last week to the ef-
fect `that there was a serious move
on the part of the Province of Sas-
katchewan to cecede from the rest of
the Dominion and start out on her
own.
The movement, it was reported,
was backed by thousands of the peo-
ple of that Province. Perhaps it is,
but it is, we believe, quite safe to say
that there are many more thousands
who would fight such a move than
there would be to support it.
That Saskatchewan has suffered
heavily during the past number of
years, all the other Provinces in the
Dominion are quite willing to admit,
but whether that suffering has been
greater than some other parts of
Canada have experienced might be
considered a debatable question.
Even granting that' Saskatchewan
has suffered the most, the majority
of the people in the rest of Canada,
and elsewhere, are -Wondering how
those sufferings are in any way go-
ing to be relieved by cecession.
But while the cecession of the
Province of Saskatchewan may not
be taken seriously, even by the peo-
ple of that Province, it is quite evi-
dent that some of the older Prov-
inces of the Dominion have not been
doing anything to promote thecause
of unity during the past number of
months.
When the Province of Quebec pro-
claims the right of her French an-
cestry above her national responsi-
bilities and Ontario refers to herself
as the. milk cow of the West, there is
bound to be trouble eventually. And
if eventually, why not now? Appar-
• ently that is the way the disaffected
parts—Of Saskatchewan are "looking,
on the situation.
The situation- will right itself of
course, •but, not before the people • of
Canada dr6p the individual angles,
t nationally ,
Years Acne-;
Interesting Items Flicked From
The Huron Expositor of Fifty and
Twenty-five Years Ago
From The Huron Expositor
October 31, 1913
The sale of Par. Alex. Gordon, on
the , 3rd concession of McKillop .on
Thursday was very successful. Mr.
Thomas Brown was the auctioneer.
Mr. S. T. 'Ho,anes, who has been
manager of the Broadfoot, Box & Co.
retail tiurniture store and undertaking
business in Seaforth for the past 20
years, has decided to go into business
for himself and has, rented tempor-
ary premises- in the Cady block.
Mr- C. Eckert has been making ex-
tensive alterations and improvements
on the Cowan farm near town.
Mr. D. T. Pinkney, formerly of the
Royal Hotel, Seaforth, has leased the
Clarendon, Hotel in Beelin.
Messrs. George Chesney and Peter
O'Sullivan each shipped' a bunch of
good cattle to Buffalo on Saturday.
We understand that J. P. McLaren
has •purcthased the W. N. Cresswell
homestead. in Tuckersmith.
Mr. Thompson Scott, son of Mr.
and Mrs- T. G. Scott, who received his
diploma from the Stratford Business
College, has accepted a situation in
Galt. ,
Messrs. Box have engaged a Mr.
Dunford as successor to Mr. Holmes,
as manager of their furniture store.
H. Vanstone, of Benrailler, while us-
ing his cutting box had his Left hand
badly cut ,and one finger cut off at
the second joint.
M. Charles Love, of the lith con-
cession of Grey, who has a farm ,in
the West, had 1,200 bushels of No. 1
wheat and about the same of oats on
his western farm this year.,,
Harry Dennis, of Wingham, had
his eyes painfully burned and his
face and head badly cut one evening
last week. While out hunting with
.his brother the gun exploded as he
was taking aim, and the cap flew
back and struck him.
John Patterson, who has been in
charge of the electric light plant here
for several;=years, has removed to
Harriston, where he has been engag-
ed to fill a similar position.
Mr. John M. Wilson, was in Owen
Sound this week as- a delegate from
the Seaforth Presbyterian Church
Sabbath School, to- the Provincial
Sabbath School Association.
Mr. J. Uttley, of Toronto, employed
with the Hydro electric gang working
on the line to Goderich, fell from a
forty -foot pole near Roxboro on Tues-
day last, and was badly shaken up.
Mr. Hastings, the Government In-
spector of Public Buildings, was here
from Toronto on Friday last, and in
company with Mr. Wright and Mr:
McKenzie, the contractors, made a
thorough inspection of the post office.
On Monday last Mr. John O'Keefe,
of the Township of Biddulph, near
Granton, came to Crediton to get a
load of tile. He started for his home
and all sweet well until he was near
his own gate, when. the front part of
the wagon rack on which he was sit-
ting,, gave way, carrying the tile and
Mr. O'Keefe down behind the horses'
heels. His scalp was completely sev-
ered and he passed away as the re-
sult.
.
From The Huron Expositor
November 2, 1888
Messrs. Lloyd Bros. have cominenc-
ed the erection of a new sash and
door factory in Wingham, the build-
ing to be 80 feet by 34) feet and two
storeys high. -
Tthe Messrs. Snell & Sone, the well
1-nown stock raisers of Hullett, re-
ceived over $200 in prizes at the fall
stows this season.
While in Montreal last week, Dr.
('t,leman had the misfortune -to fall
through an open trap door and frac-
tured one of the bones of his wrist.
Prior to this departure for the
States, Mr. W. G. Duff was entertain-
ed by a number of friends in the
rooms of ,the Caledonian Society on
Monday evening.
One evening last week a lad of
about eight years,, son of F. R. Ham-
ilton, near Cromarty, met with a pain-
ful accident. He was leading one of
his father's horses when it suddenly
kicked and struck the boy Lathe face.
His face is badly disfigured.
On Sunday evening a young horse
belonging to Mr. John Scott broke
through the covering of a well on Mr.
Barr's farm, near Cromarty, where he
had been pasturing. His hind Pegs
went in first and for a moment he
was hanging by his fore legs. The
covering gave way and he went down
to the Bottom of a 28 -foot well where
he fleetly passed. away.
The Hibbert .plowing .match took
place on the farm of Mr. Jothn Drake,
near Staffs, en Wednesday. Among
the successful Plowmen were: Jas.
Heggarth, James Connolly, John
Harburn., Atex. Miller, George Hunter
and James Campbell. Messrs. Robt,
Barbour, Seaforth, and J. L. Courtrice
of Goderioh, acted as judges.
Malcolm McTaggart; a student at
the Clinton Collegiate Institute, had
the small bone of his arm broken
while playing football a few days ago.
Mr. John Irvine, of Leadbury, had
a field of oats this year which yield-
ed upwards of 80 bushels to the acre:
Twelve years ago it was a thick black
ash swamp.
Mr. A. C. Donovan, manager of the
Mesons Bank, Exeter, left on. Mon-
day for Toronto.
Mr. -A. Cottle, of Exeter, has sold
his tuning factory and cider min to
Mr. John Crocker.
Mr. Geoil•ge M'array, of Seafortb,
has purchased the dray buss eee of
Mr. Arthur Forbes and will now heave
control of the tdrayi'ng bitsii,meea in
town
Mr. Roberts 0017etllock, McI M1op,
near Seaforiahw; Men with a rather ser-
ious accident a short time ago £torn
the effects sof w1hieh bie hea been laid
up since. ire wah engaged] in 'pick.
ltrg apples end he Platee& a 'ladder
iaihlait the linab of a tree:The lad-
ded gave 'Wer jaiitd- felt haertadatilli.
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OCTQBtilt 28, 14;j8.
•
EIGHTEENTH INSTALMENT
SYNOPSIS
With his partner, Rosy Rand,
Dave Turner is on his way to his
ranch at • Soledad. Both men are
returning from prison where they
have served sentences for unjust
convictions. . On the train, which
is carrying a large sum of money!,
Rosy's quick action and straight
shooting foils a hold-up while
Dave saves the life of Martin
Quinn, a gambler, who is being
threatened by a desperado. Stott-
ping
tot-ping at Single Shot, the sheriff
tells Dave he is not wanted. Quinn
defends Dave but Dave and Rand
go to Soledad to meet Mary,
Dave's sister, and proceed on
horseback to the ranch. Mary re-
veals she is married and tells
Dave that the ranch is doing poor-
ly, being beset by nesters and in-
volved in a claim dispute. Sud
denly a shot from the darkness
topples Dave from his horse.
Rosy fires and kills the unknown
assailant and they rush to the
ranch to treat Dave's severe scalp
wound. Next morning, at break-
fast, Dave and Rosy discover that •
Mary is now cooking for the
ranch hands—a bad sign. After
discussing financial matters with
Mary Dave and ttosy saddle hors-
es and leave fo• Single Shot to
see 'the town banker, Mr. Pear-
son. Mortgage is renewed and
Dave decjdes to get enough money
to pay off , mortgage by_ raising
alfalfa and selling it. Following
night the lake is blown up and
• Dave inwardly accuses Hammond.
The latter blames Dave, A chance
meeting of the two gives them
an opportunity to clear away this
false impression. The hunt now
turns to Crowell, the mysterious
man of means and ambitions.
Rosy rushes to Winter's home •to
tell Mary of his suspicions about
her husband and asks her help
to prove his findings. Laredo ev-
olves a scheme to arrest Crowell
as a murder suspect in order to
hold him for questioning. By a
clever ruse, Pave escapes his cap
tors and then- frees Dorsey who
was held prisoner for ransom.
Idaughter's kidnapping when arid if
Crowell came to try and buy the
mince. Then Laredo was to go back
to the hotel, and keep a check on
Crowell if the went there. Rosy gave
Petersen a minute description of
Crowell, then gave the nester sante
money with the injunction to watch
the station and if Crowell boarded the
night train to follow him and wire
back for help. The sheriff was to go
let Crowell out of jail with apologies.
Dave and Rosy were going to follow
Crowell and not let ivlm out of their
sight.
The San Angel County Courthouse
was a sorry affair of board and adobe
brick.
Across from it on the top bar of a
corral, Dave and Rosy lounged. In
silence they were watching the dim-
ly lighted rectangle which was . the
jail door.
When the sheriff's fat figure ap-
peared in the doorway, followed by a
smell and slim one, they crossed the
street and fell in behind the sheriff
some thirty yards- away. The night
was inky.
"But man," they heard the sheriff
say, "give us a chariot. You looked
like Henry. The 'only way we could
prove it was to rgire El Paso and
that's , what we ' done. They said
Henry was caught ,aed already
hung."
"If .I ever see that little runt again
that brought me over to your office,
I'll break his neck for him," Crowell
stormed,
"I wouldn't," the .sheriff advised
quietly. -
Crowell crossed to the Mile High
corner and disappeared. Rosy and
Dave saw -him enter the hotel. In
three m'nutes, he was on the street
again, where he cut across and
headed clown the side street.
• A voice fropi the circle of men ad-
dressed Laredo and the recognized it
as that of Petersen, one of the nest-
ers. "Do you mean Rourke, over on
the D Bar T, Laredo?"
"That's who I mean•," Laredo said
softly.
"Why, you—" Petersen began.
"Cut, it, Petersen," Laredo said
sharply. "He's mine."
The killer's eyes slid wildly over
the line of hostile faces as he cring-
ed alone on the sidewalk.
Then he streaked for his guns, ter-
ror written on his face.
Laredo whipped a Colt that had
been wedged at his back around bis
side in a tight, swift arc that lanced
out its five'sh'o'ts in one roaring pen-
cil- or orange. ••
The killer's knees buckled slowly
and he pitched forward on his face.
Laredo spat noisily and looked a-
round the crowd, his gun trailing a
wisp of acrid smoke up into the
night. "Any one else want to buy in
on this fight?"
"Ain't nobody but me goin' to buy
in on it," a flat, uncompromising
voice announced. Through the circle
the sheriff ehoveq his way. He look-
ed at the figure sprawled in a pool
of blood on the sidewalk.
"Anybody know him?" he asked in-
stead.
"Name's 'Chinch' s,om•ethin'," a
man in the crowd said, "Rode for
Sayres."
The sheriff nrodded. "A couple you
men take him across to Murph's."
The hardware stare was also the
undertaking parlor. Two men vol-
unteered. The sheriff turned to Lare-
do.
"Come on over, to the office. I got
to talk to you."
Petersen, the nester, and Chuck fell
in behind Laredo and the sheriff.
They went over to the sheriff's, of-
fice.
Inside, they found the lamp tit.
Rosy and Dave were seated watching
the door.
"Well, I'll be darmned!" the sheriff
said. He glared at' Rosy and started
to speak.
"Save it," Rosy drawled, and grin-
ned.
"You better start taikie'," the sher-
iff sal:] ominously. "I got Crowell m
jail and I ain't said why we really
want him. Now you tell me."
Briefly and blunty Rosy told • them
wthat ,h,e., had overheard Crowell say
to, Winters at the D Bar T. Dave
had theaM it all on the way to town.
Then Dave told theme about - his• cap-
ture by Sayres and what • he had
heard' Sayres say about the boss. He
finished with the fight with the out-
laws and his escape with Dorsey
Hammond. Laredo, explained his
killing of Chinch and the reasons.
. "What I can't figure out in the
whole thing," Rosy said, presently, "is
what it's all about. Why do they
want the ranch and the mine?"
"I reckon I can tell you," Laredo
said.
"You tell 'em, Claude"
"Gold'," Chuck 'said. "Plenty."
And then Laredo told, him of his
discovery of Winters(' working the
gold, and how the had brought Chuck
up, to make positive.
"You Mean," Dave said slowly,
when Laredo had flashed, "that Ted
Winters wars• train,' to get the place
out teem under his own, wife?"
"It looks that way," Laredo said
softly.
"There's jest one thingaleft to do,
now," Rosy, announcedi quietly,
"We get to turn Crowell lo'os'e' anti
let hint lead as to the bose,"
flosy gave instructions, Larewdo was
to to wait ititriimoudl to wet as if lie'
wet igaiuwraant b$ the mai heli 146.
He drew a gun, as did Dave, and
swung against the door. It opened
readily, letting them into a low -
celled, half -darkened., room.
Sprawled in an easy chair on the
other side of the wide fireplace, at
the fan end of the room, sat Quinn.
One of hips guns Pointed at the door.
The other pointed atthe two men,
Pearson and Crowell, seated together .
on a davenport. Both men were
holding their hands over their'beads.
"Quinn!" Rosy expledled.
"Howdy," Winn drawled. "Pear-
son seems to think I shouldn't have
come here tonight."
Rosy was the first to find himself
and Le chuckled. "Reckon he'd like
to tell Buck Hammond that?"
"I don't intend to tell Buck Ham-
mond anything!" Pearson snapped.
His face was• stern and unyielding.
Quinn drew a pair of handcuffs
from his pocket and handed them to
Rosy.
Pearson and, Crowell, protesting,
were handcuffed together.
"Reckon you and Quinn can take
them over to Doc Fullerton's?" Rosy
asked Dave. "I'm going to get the
sheriff. We'll make this legal, any -
bow."
It was a grim and silent group that
'collected on the sun -porch of Dr.
F'ttllerton's at Rosy's behest. He had
gone ta the hotel to waken Mary, and
had been told by the clerk that Win-
ters was found dead in a hotel room.
'rhe clerk had informed the sheriff,
who immediately started a search for
Quinn.
"Did you tel Mrs. Winters?" • Rosy
asked swiftly.
"Sure. He's her husband, ain't
be?"
Rosy had no desire to face her
now, so he had sent a note up to her
Tem with the clerk, asking her to
The killer's knees buckled and he pitched forward on his face
Rosy and Dave saw his shadowy
figure turn into Dr. Fullerton's.
Crowell's visit to Hammond was
short. When he oamwe out of the
doctor's house he walked swiftly to-
wa-d the hotel.
He came• out pf the hotei, a piece
of luggage in bis hand.
Rosy' whistled softly as they drew
back in the shadows. "So that was
les hurry? Only ten minutes to
catch a train!"
Rosy led the way around the -rear
of the short train. On the other side
of the tracks, they kept in shadow
again, and walked a few hundred feet
past the panting engine until they
came to the stock pens.
Rosy faded away in the Shadow.
When the engine bell started to
clang, he was again squatting with
Dave. Slowly the train lumbered,,out
of the station, pulled abreast of them
and passed them. ,
Then Rosy, chuckled and settled
back on his ,heels. Something hit the
Cinders ahead of them and slid harsh-
ly a distance. It was a piece of lug-
gage. Then the dark figure of a man
could be seen as he swung down from.
the car. •
They listened and soon heard the
footsteps behind. them to the rear of
the pen. Rosy edged his head around
the corner and, saw it was Crowell.
Using piles of ties, tool sheds and
a horse trough as shelter, Crowell
swung wide of the stattion, walked
beyond- it a way, then eros -sed the
tracks into the alley which ran be-
hind the buildings of the main
street.
In the alley, with the dim light of
the town at the upper: end,. they fol-
lowed him' easily.
Suddenly Crowell swerved out of
the alley, climbed over a small, neat
hedge, moved around to the front of
a house, mounted the one step of its
low- • porch and knocked• on the door.
EVidently a veice bid hem enter, for
he disappeared.
Dave's amazed eyes sought Rosy's
in the dark,
" "Know it?" Rosy asked,
"God, yes!" Dave said huskily,
"That's Peterson's!"
• "Here's the dehornin'," Rosy mut-
tered-. "Come on."
They" -vaulted the .hedge and step-
ped on to the porch cautiously, Tesi-
ing the door, Rosy found it unlock-
ed.
come to Hammond's. Then he picked
up Laredo, Chuck and the sheriff, and
they went back to Hammond's.
Mary was there ahead of them,
Dave's face was -strangely calm.
Pearson and Crowell -here sitting
side by side on an empty bed. Dor-
sey was sitting on the far side of
Hammond's bed.
Quinn was ,seated in the corner
near the door. Hank eyed him sus-
piciously and Quinn changed his
seat, a smile of inner amusement on
his face.
The sheriff started in without pre-
liminaries. "Pearson, we've got all
the goods on you," he announced.
'I haven't any Idea what you're
talking about,'' Pearson replied.
"Wait a minute," Rosy put in.
He lounged off one of. the beds and
sat on the foot of Hammond's across
from Pearson and Crowell. Rosy
built a cigarette, lighted it, and int -
haled deeply.
"Matter of fact, Pearson," he drawl-
ed at last, "we haven't got a thing
on you .
"Th n let me go," Pearson. said
coldly. •
"What honnection have you got
with Crowell?" Rosy asked mildly.
"Banking business, Pearson said.
"The kind- that would make Crow --
ell get on a train in front of five or -
six men to make it look like be •was
is -.vin" • town and then jump off ' as
soon as he was out of the station?"
Pearson was unruffled. "What Mr.
Crowell does is no business of mine.
We had an engagement tonight, He
kept it. 'That's all I know. His
voice rose. "I insist that you free
me!" •
Rosy laughed. "What makes you
think we have to?"
"Because I'm innocent of a n y
crime. The law requires it!"
Rosy leaned forward a little; his
face unsmiling. "Forget you 'have
any rights under the law, Pearson."
"You see," Rosy continued softly,
"he knows you're be'h'ind this busli-
whacktn' and dynamitin'. and stealin'
the same as we do. Only he don't
have what they call the 'judicial
te'mperament.' Maybe you've wonder-
ed what's ehappened to Sayres."
Neitlier of therm answered, but
they looked at Rosy closely,
(Continued Next Week)
JUST A SMILE OR TWO
"I made Sonne very valuable -eon-
tacts today."
"1 'didn't anake.any axles either."
•
She: "Sir, I'll have' you know that
I intend marrying an oil man and a
gentleman,"
Ilei: "You can't. That's bigamy."
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