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MARCO 10,1939
LEGAL
DANCEY & BOLSBY
BARRISTERS, SOLICITORS, ETC.
LOFTUS E. DANCEY, K.C.
P. J. BOLSBY
GODERICH - BRUSSELS
11-17
ELMER D. BELL, B.A.
Successor to John H. Best
Barrister, Solicitor, Notary Publie
Seaforth - Ontario
11-11
McCONNELL & HAYS
Banisters, Solicitors, Etc.
Patrick D. McConnell - H. Glenn Hays
SEAFORTH, ONT.
Telephone 174
3693-
' VETERINARY
A. R. CAMPBELL, V.S.
Graduate of Ontario Veterinary Col-
lege, Unaivereity of Toronto. All dis-
eases of domestic animals' treated by
the most modern principles. Charges
reasonable. Day or {tight calls
promptly attended to. Office on Main
Street, Hensail, opposite Town Hall.
Phone 116. Breeder of Scottish Ter-
/dere, Inverness Kennels, Hensald.
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MEDICAL
SEAFORTH CLINIC
DR. E. A. McMASTER, M.B.
Graduate of University of Toronto
J. D. COLQUHOUN, M.O., C.M.
Graduate of Dalhousie University,
Halifax.
The Clinic is fully equipped with
complete and modern X-ray and other
up-to-date diagnostic and thereuptic
equipment.
Dr. Margaret K. Campbell, M.D.,
L.A.B,P.,. Specialist in diseases in In-
fants and children, will be at the
Cliiic last Thursday in every month
from 3 to 6 p.m. .
Dr. F. J. R. Forster, Specialist in
diseases of the ear, eye, nose and
throat, will be at •the Clinic the first
Tuesday in every month from 4 to 6
pen.
FreeWell-Baby Clinic will be held
on the second and last Thursday in
every month from 1 .to 2 p.m.
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W. C. SPROAT, M.D., F.A.C.S.
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Phone 90 Office John St., Seaforth. i
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west of tame United Cburch. Phone f.
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DR. HUGH H. ROSS w
Graduate of University of Toronto, la
Faculty of Medicine, member of Col-
lege of Physicians and Surgeons of s
Ontario; pass graduate course in it
Chicago Clinical School of Chicago ; I,
Royal Opthtalmfe Hospital, London, v
England; University Hospital, Lon- p
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minion Bank, Seaforth. Phone No. 5. t
Night calla answered from residence, h
Victoria Street, Seaforth,
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DR. F. J. R. FORSTER f'
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Eye, Ear, Nose and Throat u
Graduate In Mediofne, University of b
Toronto. • h
Late assistant New York Opthal- s,
mei and Aural Institute, Moorefield's a
Eye -and Golden Square Throat Hos- s,
pitad, London, Eng. At Commercial f,
Hotel. Seatortth,' third Wednesday in r
eeeb month, from 1.30 p.m. to 4.30
p.m. 53 Waterloo Street South, Strat-
ford.
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DENTAL
DR. J. A. MCTAGGART
Graduate Royal College of Dental
Surgeons, Toronto. Office at Heneall,
Oat. Phone 106.
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tthies, Comrade?"
"I'm against the Government,"
`But there le no Government- This
Is commplete anarchy."
"Men I'M against the anarchy."
•
First Dictator: "Hello, how are
Yen?"
Second: "Pre feeling great."
First: "O, curse, but. I !mean, how
9a every* thing?" '
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til* Vs "Pa, w a ship called a she?"
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by KRTNRRIgE IIERlp BURT
SIXTEENTH INSTALMENT
SYNOPSIS
Jocelyn Harlowe, raised in a
Fren o i conyent, at 'the age of
eighteen, joins her mother, Mar-
cella, in New York. Worried
about her safety, because she is
unfamiliar with the modern world
and has developed into a' beauti-
ful woman, her mother's Brat wish
is to get her safely married. At-
tending
ttending her first ball, Jocelyn
meets Felix Kent, rich, handsome
and nineteen yeprta older than
herself. Eecouraged by her
mother, she and Felix quickly be-
come engaged. Alone in her
apartment one night* a cripple,
Nick Sandal, enters by the fire -
escape, confides in her that be
is her father and that her real
name is Lynda Sandal: Uneer-
tin about whether she wants to
get married so quickly, Jocelyn
goes to talk things over with her
mysterious father. There sibe
meets Jock Ayleward, a gambler,
who gradually interests her more
and more. When she mentions
the name Felix Kent, he tells his
story of how he was 'a mining en-
gineer, worked 'under Kent and
- was sent to jail for making what
was adjudged a false affidavit.
One night Jocelyn goes . to a par-
ty with her father and Jock. Sud-
denly, during a dance, Jock rush-
es her out and says he is going
to take her home, thus saving
her from seeing Felix there danc-
ing with a gangster's girl. Alone
with Jock, he kisses her passion-
ately during a moment, they had
alone; she says that she will
search Kent's safe for papers nn
the case and won't marry hint if
she finds what Jock says is true.
When asleep one night, Jolecyn's
mother wakes her and says that
her jewels have been stolen and
Jocelyn suspects Jock or her
father. She goes to see her father
who seems to know nothing about
the jewels. She meets Jock there
who kisses her against her will.
But she tells him she will search
safe,r
the which she does. Site
finds papers showing Jock's stoty
to be true, and Felix is arrested..
Nick, meanwhile, returns the jew-
els and begins to tell Lynda •the
story behind them.
Painfully he rose. -
"This is rotten for you, Lynda.
et's get it over. Your mother took
lover and thought him a better
,an than me. And he had a fortune
n jewels in his pocket which she,
Dore ignorant child of wealth,
aacted belonged to aim. And she
-as afraid of me. So they would
oke the Marquise's jewels, and they
;ould run away, Julian and 'Cella,
ith their grnrs, to South America
ad live ,there happy ever after.
Ed so again, in -the immemorial
aehion of Pantaloon, some instinct
inched the husband awake and back
e carne unexpectedly to his little
olden Californiia house. Moonlight,
remember. Soft. Summer. But they
'ere indoors. It was night. And
very -44711;g was ready-. The jewels
ay between them on the table.
"I said what Pantaloon always
ays, Julian was, not patient under
�s•ulmt. I struck. him. He was armed
[e would have shot nie, Lynda," his
oice left him and he -began to whis-
er, 'wh,e would. have shot me. I was
o cripple in those -days and I got
e pi•stot away from tam and I shoe
m,.,.
Lynda heard herself asking, "You
killed him, Nick?"
"Yes. Instantly. And almost be•
rre I could stand up from ascertain-
rg this, the police were on top of
„
"It wasn't only the shot that had
rought them. They were bot on
[entree's heels. That was one rec-
on why the was far South America
t once. The noble aunt had. grown
mvicious. The police were looking
r the nephew of the Marquise de
[ontre'e.
.this, that and the other thing was
said and done, I was tried and con-
victed of rola nslaugrtter and sent to
p'r'ison for the smatter—,adpnost of
your lifetime, Lynda. • "
"They thought that Julian and I
had quarreled, o4ar the swag. Lord,
throw they tore my house to pieces
looking for the jewels! It's a won-
der you weren't flayed in the search.
Lord knows where 'Cella kept them.
Bttt the police couldn't pin anything
on me. For lack of evidence, I
wasn't tried for theft as well as for
murder."
"And she didn't tell? I mean, at
the trial, she didn't try to help you
by tending the truth?"
"She didn't tell. She kept the
jewels."
Nick drew -himself almost roughly
from her comforting.
"Until that night when you both
came out from the ball, Lynda, where
you were dressed as Juliet and as
lovely as she, I had not seen 'Cella
since the.'last daay of my trial. 1 hated
her afresh. The aspect of cold virtue
she wore, the look of sanctity ,
and when I saw you so dutifully in
her power I began to ewe- her.That
envy grew. I began, you see, to love
my own daughter. I was jealous,
ashamed, unhappy. And so, because
I thought that it would tear away her
mask and expose the backgrounrd..•of
her piety, 1 stole her jewels. '
"The ones I returned were imita-
tions. I still have the real germs. I
wanted you, Lynda, to see her in her
true colors so that she'd not be able
to influence you against me in. the
end!"
"Oh, Nick, Nick, Nick!"
They looked at each other then with
their wasted 'and faintly similar fac-
es and • their wet, strained eyes• and
contrived, for each other's sake, a
sort of shaken laughter.
At the end of that laughter, Lynda,
halving risen asked, "Won't you tell
me something about—Jock?"
Jealousy crept back faintly into
Nick's face. •
"Not much. to tell about bins, He
came out of .prison the same day I
did. He'd had his three years of
hell,poor devil! curl. VPe'd both been en-
gineers. That drew us together. I
taught him the gambling game."
It was not until several days there-
after, that the papers began to blazon
the story of a certain Felix Kent.—
his wealth, his . possible erime, 41 is
treachery. The law court in Chicago
was set for a scandalous trial, not the
reopening of an ancient indictment of
one unfortunate engineer but a new
trial to prove Kentts embezzlement of
his fellow citizens' funds.` Kent was
very expensively and very ably repre-
sented. Jock's story, in one form or
another, ran to columns; and already
the Elaine of Jocelyn Harlowe had
been mentioned. Nick tarried the first
edit itnr to Lynda and was then tolyl
what she had done, the history of
her search, her capture 'and her tra-
gic victory. He heard it without
comment.
Lynda, meanwhile, in I:,er own fash-
ion, prowled the room. It was ten
o'clock of a gay spring morning.
"I won't talk about it, Nick. I don't
want to see the papers. I want to go
away until il's over, please."
"Well, 1 was about to suggest an
adventure. Will you oome with me
to France?"
"Nick, can we? is it possible?"
"1 mutt go, you see, and since I'm
a cripple [ need some help. Besides,
for my intention, two travellers might
perhaps be safer than one."
"What is—your intention, Nick?"
"To return to the Marquise de Mon -
tree icer jewels."
"That's what I meant to do, some
day."
"To -day is best, for nate and prob-
ably for you if you do want to get
away from this. He flicked the scat-
tered newspapers.
In secret, the two conspirators
made their preparation and set their
date, Nick got the passports, bought
the tickets,
Then Lynda, all dressed for travel
and holding .in her hands a leather
case which contained her toilet
615onot yea," he warned her.
"Well, as soon as I saw that he
was dead—before the police eaure in
—I had told 'Cella to go to her
room and, to lock herself in. Her
story would be •this: that she had
gone to bed and to smleep. That the
quarrel bad wakened her but that
she had not dared to come out to
as. That the cuarrel was between
two gamblers who brad come in late.
And than it had ended in Julians
dearth, at my hands by itis pistol.
"She went to her room — where
you were eleeping quite peacefullyt---
and locked her door. But with her
. she carried Moiltree's jewels."
"Nick, what dill they do to you?"
"Arrested roe, of course- After
ry
p4;
articles, her money' and the jewels,
sat .down beside her wiepw to wait
for Nick. He had been living in his
old rooms and was to come for her
.act eight -thirty.
The clock chimed. Startled., she
saw that it was already nine, that'
Nick was vinery late. She began to
be alarmed. Passengers were sub -
posed to be aboard liy ten. .
She 'phoned the desk but was told
that there ,had been no call_
She had hardly hung up the re-
ceiver, ..when shrilly the mechanism
rang. She knew Fuji's queer little
voice:
"This Mise Har -lo?"
Uyere
"Please. Lady .,cotme see Mis-tair
Sandal. He say. Velly meed -den sick,
No can come. No cra n get to 'phone.
Please, lady come his room now."
"Tell him I'll be there at once."
She got out quickly • at the door,
told her driver to wait and, keeping
the small caste with its' priceless con-
tents in her hands:
She climpbed up the three well -
remembered flights and hurried in at
Sandal's unlocked door. He was
. not in Ole stripped front room. She
called hip, and went through the
bedroom door.
Quayle stood against the entrance
door. He was smiling stickily.
"Don't yell," he warned her. She
saw that in his pocket a lump thrust
upward, thmeatehing her.
'Look a -here, girlie, I'm on to
Nick and you. You .gat the lady's
sparklers and you're going to beat
while springtime's hurdy-gurdy made
incongruous melody beneath t h e
Sun -filled window, and his pale
young daughter wept. '0
The rank outsider was. buried in
the Harilowe burial lot and lay there.
"Where is he?" Lynda whispered.
"Not far away. I found he didn't
have the stuff so I gat Fuji to call
you. Don't yell. 1 got lehe in a clos-
et out there. bt's not even locked but
he's tied up.. But "look aahere, you
can) go away with me if you like. 'On
my word' of 'honor.' I got a real fan-
cy for you. But if you don't like to,
that's:. all right with me too. Only
just hand me over the ,sparklers. If
you make a row I'll part a bole in
your pretty carcass and take the stuff.
It's in, your bag there?"
She shook her head. He took the
-case from her, opened it and, with-
out freeing her from any fraction of
his watahfullneas which was as cold
and as intent as a hurting cat's. he
quietly pocketed the gems. Ttreu
he began to back towards the doer.
As be stepped from the doer,
Lynda's. crazy courage flared up, as
though her brain had been saturated
in crude oil. She darted after him.
As he fled down the stairs, she drew
in her 'breath to shout, but Quayle
stopped `
pp d below her and, witlm ,r hide•
ous white grin, levelled his gun. Be-
fore her voice had left her lips, he
fired.
There was, with her sisortened
wailing .cry, a shock of sound.
Quayle scuttled down and out past
grinning Fuji who had the front
door open for his gold -line! exit.
Lynda lay crumpled near the banis-
ter over which she had Penal for
hid intended outcry, Below her on
bee stairs, on the very sarin where
Quayle had paused to shoot, was
the dead body of a man._
Help•igg herself up by„ -,the railing
a•:141 moving shakily .down, she found
Nick Sandal.
She sat there un the step and
held this peaceful head upon her arm,
The police found them, The police
took them away and, next morn-
ing, the Marlowe fancily lawyer
having been suname tred, the police
delivered them at Marcella's apart-
ment. 'There, then, Nick Sandal watt
laid in a roan* sweet with flowers,
untroubled by sociai distinction or by
any sense Of his inferiority. The law-
yer, the clergyman, Cousin Sara Mui -
let, Jooelyn and one other stood be-
sidco the grave. This was Jock Ayie-
ward.
She could think of no one else
pnesently, remember no One else.
Every look of has mobile faoe was
hers; every turn of his strong and
graceful body. It was Jock's turn
now to climb up .hint of the dust. But
why must it be away from her?
She saw, turning, stiff with trouble
and with w'earhresa, that he was in
the vestibule.
He came toward her, looking tali
and grave and white.
"Have you read the papers, Lyn-
da?"
Her "net" was inaudible.
"I've got my verdict. I'm cleared.
Don't try to speak, Lynda. I won't
stay. I know What you must feel to-
ward me. I've spoiled your life
. . or' you think so. And I've dared
bo came there to thank you for giv-
ing me the power to do it. Since I
Last saw you, you've been hurt hor-
ribly. And 1 went away and .left you
to go through with it alone. It's
beastly. I'm ashamed. But," he held
out his hands, "but no one will call
them a thief's f[•n)gers again. Nor my
mouth a convict's mouth. And".
I love you, Jocelyn. Harlowe. Life is
ahead of us, although there has been
so mudh pmar[n behin--and I have a
manta tor 'hoping,"cb
"It's ,too bad we're n,;l .in sympa-
thy, Jock I haven't any mania for
hoping and very little patience at all
with pain. Your talent will be wast-
ed. And I think it was never Jooelyn
Harlowe that you loved. I am Lynda
Sandhi. I am tired of unhappiness,
And I've been lonely. Ca'n't yen. have
a mlania for being happy here and
now?"
At that they were together and out
of reach of fear. The Little Master,
temporarily conquered, vanished into
thin* air and it seemed to Lynda that
in has place was the sure promise of
splendid happiniestg.
THE END
"What's the best side for Uncle
Sam to take in European affairs?"
"The outside."
•
Feet Salesman.: "I memdte a lot of
friends for the oom•pany today."
Second Salesman: "I didn't sell a
thing either."
•
Father: "There's •plentty of time
for Lizzie to think of getting married.
Let her wait until the right man
comes along."
Mother: '°Why, Father, I don't see
why she s'bould wait. I didn't."
11 act ..V
eva.
(Orindeneeri from Natur jt
A grotesque tribunal conv,eiied in
the ana ket peace of Zurich in the
year • 1442. Rated n-agistrates sat on
a dais .in front of the courthouse; a
withered 'beadle lifted the ,black wand
of his office and cried "Bring forth
the accursed ! " Imprisoned in a heavy
cage, the accused was dragged in. Hd
was a huge wolf, about to be solemn-
ly tried for the killing of two little
gide!
A learned prosecutor opened the
case; an equally learned attorney de•
fended the brute. Legalisms flew
back and forth, authorities were quot-
ed, witnesses testified. At length the
shaggy prisoner was found .guilty and
was condemned to die. by hanging en
the public gibbet. Amid' the huzzarh-
ing of t'he multitude, sentence was ex-
ecuted.
Animal trials rank among the most
fantastic ceremonies of the Middle
Ages. Nor were they uncommon;
one legal historian lists 200 In a sin-
gle century.
Witness the bizarre performarJee in
the old Norman town of Falaise in
1386, when a pig was tried for killing
an infant. The trial was made a fes-
tive occasion, witch the whole popu-
lace turning out. The court gravely,
decided that the pig should he be -
beaded. The luckless•. .porker was
then dressed in human clothes, and
was whipped and maimed before be-
ing brought to the block.
Infanticidal swine were the com-
monest offenders among domestic an-
imals. Roaming freely in the towns
and villages, they were a'sort of sani-
tation department, to be found where -
ever there was garbage or filth, and
were so ferocious that a small child
was not safe in their presence.
At Sevingy in, 1547 a sow and her
six little pigs were tried for killing
and eating a child. The lawyer put
up • such an effective defense that on-
ly the sow was executed, the off-
spring being exonerated on the ground
that they were young and their mo-
ther had set a bad example. Three
weeks later, however, these same six
little pigs were again in court, be-
cause their owner refused to give
bond assuring future good behavior;
he was afraid that the maternal crim-
inal trait would show up in them.
The son of a young Burgundian
swineherd was killed on September 5,
1370, by three sows that seemed to
have feared an attack on their young.
The entire herd was arrested as ac-
complices. But the owner pleaded
that the young pigs ought, to be ac-
quitted, and the Duke of Burgundy,
impressed by the plea, delivered judg-
ment that only the three sows were
to be executed, "notwithstanding that
the others lrad seen the d'eatir of the
boy without defending him."
Ferocious bulls, too. were tried. In
1314 at Moissy, a bull gored a man so
severely that ,he -died. The animal
was imprisoned in the town jail along
with the human prisoners, as. was cus-
tomary with larger animals brought
to trial, and sentenced to be ,hanged
ori the town gallows.
The court of Dijon condemned and
executed a horse for homicide in
1639. and a mare was burned to death
in Aix as late as 1691. by order of
the highest judicial t 'hunal of the
province. Both aninete were judged
Gin 1114,ead: S Plaeff0
be Ptissesaetf, by': tl'elmo ; testiOpA
also •proved that theirC.rii?ares Jho <
been •prereditated?'
lmu the ease of rodents and insects,
which were hard to seize in large
numbers, the eeclereastlra1 rntber
than tae civil courts had altmisdietime
--on the theory, apparently, that
what the civil law could not do, an
anathema, would. After several sped
mens• of the cuipzitk were tried, con-
victed and solemnly put to death, an
anathema was pronounced upon their
fellows.
All manner of legal technicalities
were invoked in animal trials. It was `tj; ..
'.i
Dodd'sKidney 1
iijiing
toes lure a
dl+�
Dodds i
pr,
tt;
iP
ice
thus that the ..great y nah jurist, ,oche, dolor anti' eharactPrietie d1r
Bartholomew Cihasase , made his re- Snakes and elute were hornets
putation in 1521, - r a young law
yer, he was appointed' by the court
to, defend r'a'ts which had destroyed
the barley crap of the province of
Autun. When the rats failed' to• ap-
pear in answer to the custoomary first
summons, he auecesstully argued that
the citation had been too local and
that, -since the case involved .all the
rates of the diocese, all of them
should be summoned.
Once more the rats paid no atten
tion, whereupon Chassenee claimed
that his clientswere afraid to stir
out of their holes because of "evilly
disposed cats" belonging to the plain-
tiffs. Yet a citation:, he argued, im-
plied protection of the individual on
his way to and from court. It was
only fair, the added, that the plaintiffs
put up a heavy bond, to be forfeited
if his clients were molested* The
court considered this, plea -valid but
the plaintiffs refused to put up a bond
and the case was dismissed!A lawyer appointed to defend a bear
that had ravaged-.. Schwartzwald+ vil-
lages in 1499 raised the awkward tedh-
nicality that it roust be tried by a
jury of its, peers The argument ov-
er this point delayed the trial 'for
more than a week. .
Even mad, dogs were formally tried
and convicted as murderers. More-
over, it was expressly stated that a
mad dog should not be allowed to
plead irhsanity but should be punish
ed with progressive mutilation, cor- '
res ponding to the number of people
or animals • it had bitten, beginning
with, the loss of its ears, then the
tail, ar.dm extending to the crippling
of its feet. After these barbaric' tor-
tures were over, the animal was leg-
ally killed. During trials, the rack
and other torture devices were at
times used on animals to extort con-
fessions. Squeals and cries of pain
from the tortured beasts were con-
fession of guilt, I
Animals were sometimes accepted
as witnesses is the courts: one man,
accused of having committed a mur-
der an his own house, appeared be-
fore the tribunal with his cat, dog
and rooster. When he swore in their
presence that he was innocent, and
the animals made no remonstrance,
he was acquitted. If the man were
lying, the Lord was supposed miracu-
lously. to give speech to the dumb ani-
mal. rather than permit a murderer to
escape justice.
Practically every animal and insect
111141 its day in the medieval courts.
Black pigs, cats, goats and dogs went
on. trial with the scales of justice
strongly tipped against them, . for
black was thought to be Satan's fav-
- hung in basleets and burned, twee j%it'
lie boni'ires--all with a legel.>.
of oounse.
No rational explanation, 'bas ever
been ativancedl for these antl'.0 al t
Apparently tale medieval, mini' believe"„
ed that animals werepaseessed Of the
dents --or, as it sometimes ale/a:mere..
were the devf 1 himself, masquerading
as a sow or :r goat. Often the &tale
were Merely sadistic .spectacles in a
day when. entertainment was boot
brutal and scarce.
Throughout the Middle West all
livestock auctioneers are designated
by the 'Their
,:Phot of "Col
onee" Their success• 'as auctioneers
. depends on their ability . to think
straight and fast on their feet in front
of a crowd+. Tile quick wit so devel-
oped is well iIlustratedt by a pasbage
of 'words between "Col." McCracken
land an opposing heckling lawyer in a
suit to determine the idlentity of a
famous pure-bred boar, the pedigree
of which had been questioned,,
1 "What regiment were you Colonel
of, 'Col.' McCracken?" queried the at-
torney.
1 "I reckon you'd call it the 'Hog Bri-
gade,'" replied the "Col."
"Come, come, now," 'heckled the at-
torney, "I asked you a legitimate ques-
tion and 1 am entitled to a non -jest -
'inn reply"
"Well," replied McCracken, "you
see it's like this: 'Colonel' in front
of my name is just like 'Honorable'
in front of yours. --it doesn't mean a
thing!"
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"Sunrise" "April Gold"
"The Substitute Guest "The Strange Proposal"
"BRENTWOOD", is an enchanting new romance by the beloved
Mrs. Hill. -
Marjorie Wetherill had always known that, she was an adopted
child. Her foster -parents had made no secret of it, but when
they died, it was only natural that Marjorie should seek out her
own people , . .
Mrs. Wetherill, whom Marjorie had loved deeply, had left the girl
comfortably provided for, but as the Christmas season drew near,
Marjorie was consumed with the desire to go to the family she
could call her own . .
Evan Brower, a handsome young neighbor whose family had
been friends of the Wetherills for years, and who was now urg-
ing his love upon the lovely girl, advised Marjorie against it . . .
But there was a need within her which drew her oil What Mar-
jorie found in the shabby little house on the outskirts of the city
wrung her heart with a misery beyond belief. How she was able
to restore her own people to Brentwood — dear old "BRENT-
WOOD," the home and life to which they belonged, and how her
own life was adjusted by a love more wonderful than anything
she had ev€`'r known, grows into a vivid and memorable story un-
der the inspired pen of Mrs. Hill.
Watch for the opening instalment ---
In The Huron Expositor
NEXT FRIDAY, MARCH 17th
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