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Home My WebLink AboutThe Huron Expositor, 1939-10-06, Page 7it n M1 { { 4' • r r6. ti AA#G,t#,l E.IER Do DELL, Suceessor to Jolm H. Best leareit ter, SeHeltor, Notary Publie Seawall - Quantile 12-36. McCONNELL & HAYS Baraiste'rs, S'eleinero, Etc. Panels* D McConnell• - H. Glenn Hays SEAFORTH, ONT. Telephone 174 VETERINARY A. R. CAMPBELL, V.S. Graduate of Ontario Veterinary Col- lege, University of Toronto. All dis- ee of domestic animals treated by the most modern principles. Charges reasonable. Day or night calls promptly attended to. Office on Main ,Street, Heii8aJ, apposite Town Hall. Phone 116, Breeder of Scottish Ter- aiers, lnvernems Kennels, Henoail. 22-311 MEDICAL SEAFORTH CLINIC DR. E. A. McMASTER, M.B. Graduate of University of Toronto J. D.' COLQUHOUN, M.D., C.M. Graduate of Dal bowie University, Halifax The €liuic is fully equipped with some/eta and modern X-ray and other rap -to -date diagnostic and therapeutics equipment' Margaret IL Campbell, M.D., L.A.B,P., Specialist 1.11 diseases in in- fants and children, will be at the Clinic last Thursday in every month from 3 to 6 p.m. Die F. J. R. Forster, Specialist in diseases of the ear, eye, nose and groat, will be at the Clinic the first Tuesday in every month from 3 to 5 Free Well -Baby Clinie will be held on the seeond and last Thursday in every mouth from' 1 to 2 p.m. MN - JOHN A. GORWILL, B.A., M.D. Physician and Surgeon fcN DB.. Id. H. ROSS' OFFICE Phone 5-W Seaforth W. C. SPROAT, M.D., F..A.C.S. Surgery J. C. GODDARD, M.D. Physician and Surgeon Phone Sp. Office John St, Seaforth 12-38 DR. HUGH H. ROSS Graduate of University of Toronto, Facility of Medicine, member of Col- lege of Physicians and Surgeons of Ontario; pass graduate course in Chicago Clinical School of Chicago ; Royal Opthaimie 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, Seatorth. 12-36 DR. F. J. R. FORSTER Eye, Ear, Nose and Throat Graduate in Medicine, University of Toronto. Late assistant New York Opthal- mlei and Aural Institute, Moorefield's Eye and Golden Square Throat Hos- pital, London, Eng. At COMMERCIAL HOTEL, SEAFORTH, THIRD WED- NESDAY in eedu month, from 2 p.m. to 4.,0 p.m.; also at Seaforth Clinic inert Toesdt .yr of each month. 53 Waterloo Street South, Stratford. x2-31 AUCTIONEERS HAROLD DALE Licensed Auctioneer Specialist in farm and household sales. Prices reasonable. For dates and information, write Harold Dale, Seaforth, or apply at The Expositor Office. 12-37 Donald: "Ye promised me sax - pence if I was top boy at school an' I've been {top boy two weeks running. Father (reluctantly): "Well, here s a ebilJing, but ye must gi'e up study - i sf six llarsL It's n'o' guid for ye." • Teacher: "The horse and the corw s in the field; Arcyhie, tell me what is wrong with that sentence." Archie: "The lady should be men - Seined first." • A email boy was asked to go and kis' his aunt. After cobs y'ing, he said, "I kiss- ed Auntie yesterday," and then he eddedl, "The tntauble with Aunts is that they dbnft stay kissed." • "What. did the bride's feather do for Abe happy couple?" "Ile bought tlheir railway tickets." 'Ah!" "But the habppy pair didn't discover Intel after tahery got on the train that their tickets read only Mee way." • "Is she the kind of a woman who lets tort everything?" ''Everything but her husband." • Escplorer: "I have come to you from beyond the temiset, from the Great White King?' Savage .Chief: "Well, tell me, 'w'he't are they going to do something q:boat these Melo programs?" FOURTEENTH INSTALMENT SYNOPSIS Barry Havant goes bunting for a .eouien of his, ,.Jesse Croy, lertown tab the Lai ec$t Kid, wee murdered his brother Robert. Barry is befriended by Judge Blue and his daughter, Lucy. The Judge turns out to be a friend of Laredo's and a bad ac- tor. Barry* eseapes, bow -ever, and meets an old man named Tim- berline, who also is gunning for the.. Laredo Kid. After several years of searching, Barry returns to Judge Blue's house, where he meets a man called Tom Ha 'aril whom he accuses of being his cousin, Jesse, in disguise. Barre beeomes convinced of this later and they have a gun battle, both getting hurt. Recovered, Barry discovers" Tom Haveril has mar- ried Lucy whom he loves. Barry hirlvaps Luey, and after a.gun bat- tle with Haveril's men, takes her to his cabin in the mountains. There he finds the real Laredo Kid Wounded and dying. There Leet' beams she is not Judge Mite's dahghter but a wealthy heiress whose parents were "slain When. she was a Little girl. Mean- time Timberline 'brings news of punsuit by Tom Haveril and Judge Blue and their men. Lucy is sent on to Barry's ranch, while Barry. and Timber1inre keep Lare- do in the Jahn. Laredo gets well, and a s' ea+P s with the basses. A- foot, Barry and Tamabeniine make it to the ranci1, where they learn that Judge Blue and Tom Haver - are heading a passe after Bar- ry, for "stealing another man's wife_" Lucy, who knows it is the money bhoy are after, flees with Barry to a deserted cabin. Bar- ry is alone in the cabin, fixing supper, when Tom Haveril steps in the door, with guns drawn. Suddenly, Lucy appears. "Torn'!" cried Lucy. "Don't! I— I'i:I kiuii you, so help me God—" Tom Haveril whined,. Barry made his dive for his carbine. A shot rang cull ralnloltfhe(r .shote i Toms Haveril Teneed ibialCACWiaird. eAs the weapon slapped) out of bus hands he sagged at 'the knees staring horribly at Lucy. He trued to speak but he crashed to t'he floor. Lucy tame running to, Barry's red gun cranking in her tend. "I have killed aim! Oh, God' for- give me—I have kilned him!" "You have saved me from being m.urdlered," said Barry. He caught Tom .Haveril by the shoulders and turned 'him over_ • "He isn't dead," he said. "Maybe we can pull him through_" "We've got to save 'him, Barry. We've got to! Oh, if you love men -- The next instant she was sobbing wildly in Barry's arms. "He -she's dead ! " she gasped. She cowered down where She stood, her face in her hnndis. Barmy did not lift his eyes to her; they remained brooding upon the gure He kept turning the cylinder slowly. It was a six-shooter. Ile counted the shells. "Lucy!" he shouted. "Lucy! You didn't hill him ! You couldn't ! There's not an empty shell in the gun! You didn't shoot at all!" "Barry!" Then her face, for a joy- ous instant so bright, clouded in= stanrtly. "You are not telling me the truth, Barry. You want to save me and so you have put in a fresh cart- ridge." "I am sure! Wait!" He dashed outside and began calling at the top of 'his voice Molly! Molly, where are you?" From out of the dark almost at his side Molly stepped' silently up to hen. • "I know," she said quietly. "Me, I rum, Barry, an' I come back, an' I listen. I see that man he is jus' Tike Jesse Conroy. I see him with gun, amu he is gain' kill you. But I kill him for other thing, Barry. Long "She wanted to ask about Jesse Conroy, and to warn us to •wat eut for hila, since he might con there any time. And she was teJlL4n e'tib me something about—about Tom �avern--" She•1� $mew him too?" be asked meetly. Lucy shook her head. "She had never seen him, but Jesse Conroy had told- her boastinig'ly of a man he cached Cowen Tom that 'he was working a big scheme with, and I meant he meant Tom Haveril." "How did you know?" "Year . father told me; he knew Jesse Comroy's father, Philip Con- roy. on roy. He said that Philip's son Jesse, from the time he was big enou.t. i to Load and fine a gun was the worst of a bad lot. He ran away from home with a wild cousin of Nils, named Tom I3avern., And your father said that, though Jesse Conroy came to be call- ed the Laredo Kid, half the things laid to his door were done by'—by Tom Haferi•I." "That tells us how Tom Haveril ease by the flat steel box and your pictures," mused Bary, "Jesse stole them from the Judge, Torn Haveril stole their from Jesse." Barry stepped across the room to where Tom Haveril's 'body lay. He was drawing a blanket over the up- turned face when he noted the cor- ner of a wallet sticking out of the 'dead nnants� leather coat. Barry aliened the wallet; he found a- fald:ed paper which he opened to make sure it was what Lucy wanted. At first glance 'he saw it was, not, for it was disco -Wee with years, 'breaking along its folds. He made out that it was a letter written to Philip Conroy, Esq., Lanedo Texas. It was signed, David Hamilton. Enclosed was a second brief note, also years old, addressed to Col. Dave Hamilton, Laredo, Texas. And this one was signed Parker Blure. He and Lucy, going close to the fireplace, read the two letters to- gether and at the end both exclaim- ed, voicing the same thought almost in the same words:"This was the ihold Jesse Conroy had over Judge BTne ! " "Enough to hang him," muttered Barry. "Somehow Tom Haveriil got it from Jesse. along with tine iron box, I reckon." The first of the two notes read: Philip Conroy, Esq., Larerdo F'ats� Dear Philip: I have just receiv- ed this curt colanmtrnica•tion from whomParker Blue, of I spoke to you a few days ago. It would seem that all is ripe to go ahead. I have the matey at hand, Heady when he comes. You will note that he is to come next Monday; also that he wants the matter kept sub rasa. So I suppose you had better post- pone your visit to us. I'lI write you about it as soon as it is settled. With our st�noerest regards to you and your dear ones, Your Most Obd't. Servant, David Hamilton: The enclosure read: Dear COL Hamilton: I'm coming Monday. Be sure to have the Ten Thousand Dollars in Cash. We will make a Hundred Th�ousamal out of it sure. But keep it all secret. I will tell you why.I am counting on finding you alone Mon dlay. This is, Irnporta.n t, Ool- onei. I am sending This over by one of the boys. He don't know what is in it_ Yours truly, Parker Blue. line let go the rope;• his assistant ch did the same, and Sarboe firmly e planated again om, solid earth, teeter - g ed a moment, caught his, ballance and turned eloquent, bulging eyes! on his rescuer. Barry was due to be startled once more. Sarboe had caught his breath and now burst out into such a tirade of curses and accusation's and dire threats against Temiberliiinae and Cliff Bendiger that his stream:. of invec- tive was dike a torrent from a dam breaking. "That's Why we drone it, Sun- down'!" Yith see, we figgered out, me ata' on Clic here, we could make Nils talk. Well, we donne it! New I reckon he kin tell us all he knows!" Barry still laughing, eadel: "Wait here a minute," and (hurried back to Lucy. A few minutes Later all of them were in. tkie...house, wihene no one had thought of going to bed, gathered in a general conference. "You—you knew a lot about Tom Haven!?" put in Tom - Haveril's ryoumg widow. "Aplenty," salad, Sarboe. "Them e-wo is a coach -team for gen'ral cus- sedness. I've knmwed bad men, but none worsie'n them two- _unless yuh count the Judge. Ann bete Jesse an' Tocol somehow had the oi' Judge over a 'barrel; he was soaredo' what They might do, or what they might tell en 'him, I reckon; an' far years they bled him o' money, an' he was a hard-lbleeder, too! Yuh've all heard o' the Laredo Kid? Well, I used to - thtiink it was Jesse Conroy; Ig of to ttleiwkira' later it was Tom; an' later on, 1 got to wonderinr if both of 'em wasn't hint!" "I was sorry I couldn't ta•lk soon- er," said ,Sarboe. "I'd' mebbe have ,saved Miss Lucy muarryin' T o m Haveril." They discussed briefly what effect the taking cff of Tom Haveril might Traver upon the strategy of their per- secutors. There remained the Judge, Laredo and Sheriff Ed Brawley, alI planning mender .in the name of summmaty justice. Ken March offered; thoughtfully : "Thtere's a Tot of square, fair-minded m'ert in and, about Red Rock. They've heard only one aide of the story. The thing to do is get the truth over to theme" Ben Haveril nodded, and sarid em- phatically, "An' Sheriff Brawley c'n be talked to. Happens I know! .For six -,seven years the Judge has' had him like that." He indicated what he meant by flattening his thumb on the table. A blue-eyed Lucy clung to Ken March, murmuring, "Oh, Ken! Ken! If—" A gray -eyed Lucy at last allowed herself to speak words she felt she should not voice — not untilsome later day. But would that day ever come? "I do love you so, Barry! I have loved you with all my foolish heart since that day in Tylersvdlle. And Barry, if you didn't conte riding back to me—Kiss me, Barry." Never before had they kissed. He drew her into his arms, he lifted her off her little feet, he almost crushed ,her. "Hi'" yipped Timberline' "Are we ri•din' or ain't we?" So they rode, the seven of them. Timber and Cliff Bendiger headed straight for Red Rock on their er- rand, while the others turned off toward Barry's old cabin and the mine higher up and beyond. "It's going to be as simple as walking downhill." he said. "Looks almost too good to be true, don't it, Sundown?" Barry saw what he meant. Down in the bed of the ravine were a score of men who shed been stationed here by the Judge. and Tom Haveril "to guard the property until the rights of the matter were settled." At the ,moment their "guarding" the prop- erty consisted in looting it. They went swi ftly but without re- vealing themselves. Five minutes later a stere of astonished gold thieves found themselves staving in- to the muzzles of five rifles. "And then," growled Barry an- grily, "he went over and; murdered everybody .in the house except you, grabbed the ten thousand and, may- be in a flash of instpirati,on, carried you off!" They tea,nd no sounds as they rode along save those quiet noises that belonged to the wilderness n'ig'ht, nor did they catch a gleam of any fire until they were almost at journey's ends Lucy saw it first, just a bright glint through the pines. "That's not a Tight in the house," said Barry, puzzled, as they pulled 'Enough to hang' him," muttered Barry. time, he kia4 Robert, like you tell me So I kill this man, that in the bad !Light ie like Jesse and has same voicel—" Suddenly, with no h'an'd lifted to stay her, the half -Indian girl melted away into the night. "I am' so glad, so grateful to God!" cried Lucy. "And so asbamed to be glad at a time like this!" "God wants you to be glad, dear," he said very gently. "He made it happen like this,." "Everyone will always think—" He interrupted, wrialring to ehunt her thougthts aside,.. also seeking in- fermlatsana, "What was it. Molly wanted with you?" 'he asked!. their- 'horses down. 'It's a fire out in the pasture; maybe it is a ea.mp fire.. You wait here a minute, Lucy; I'll go ahead on foot" "Oh, be careful, Barry!" Barry, peering around a leafy buck -eye, saw that there were three men under the old tree, and that two of hhem were busily occupied hanging Mui' third!" The two old men 'pulled ontheir rope and their prisoner swung about so that Barry, could see his congest- ed face anlci his wildly glaring eyes. It was Sarboe! "Stop it!" Barry shouted then, and ran forwaard,. With a snort of disgust, Timber. They gaped and rubbed wet hands on their overalls and chaparejos and never a man of them said a word meant for Barry's ears. "Some of you know me and some of you don't," said Barry. "I'm Bar- ry Haveril, and these are my dig- gings. You've been put here by Judge Blue and Tom Haveril. Well, Tom Haveril's dead, with a bullet through his gullet, and the Judge is as good as hanging from a tree for murder done a dozen years ago. If you boys want to stick with those two, go for your guns!" "Wli what's that?" a,man called back. "I'll prove what I'm sarying," re- turned Barry swiftly. "One of , you can come up here and look at some papers I've got in my pocket. They'll Show you how the Judge is out on a limb that's, already broken off." (Continued Next Week) Someone Some are strong—Game are weak, Some are curionrsl--sierra go seek That which leads them down to hell Some are moody) ---some are gay;-' Same are lazy and and a way That will striae a deadly knell. Some like d.res'sesi--so'ne like gold; Seine rejoice without the told Some iike peace dome like war; Some are patient—some are tough; Some never know when they've en ouigilu. Some go up—some g:m down; "tonne weer ragsasome a crown. It all depends who someone is, 'ilhett'er he prospers c:r proves a fizz. JACK W. YOES (V9 There its inc s'tt(i1tG ctrl >Wtharecter, * Eternal lig' farce le,, the price moral and spiritual liberty. Beware a the ey-rot of au inactive !altar g •,trlr * * * Put your bteart and mind into some great objective and . . . forget!! * * * The path of all real and worth- while while achievement is 'by way of ef.• form and stnuggig and saerifice. *. * * Gone . thoughts are ours in the measure that we 'recognize and, use them. * * * The human mind is capable of ter- rible tenacity when it is faced with its own pa•ejuddces. * * * Life and labor are barren if we nave no vision. A vision is futile if we do not make it real. * '* * • It is possible to be too anxious, or too confused or too much in a hur- ry—but rarely too busy. The busy man finds ,time to de things. * * * If one brings his courage unlimin- ished and his honor unstained from a fight he seems to have lost, refus- es to accept any defeat as final and comes lighrtdh'earted from the fields -- he has overcome! * * * Besides company and society we need solitude. * * * Give me solitude, sweet solitude, wrote a well-known author, "but in may solitude give me one friend to whom I may murmur-, "Solitude is sweet" s * * Life is largely one of overcoming difficulties, and the prizes are to be grasped only by those whc have cour- age enough to wrerstle for their crown. The straggle .may be Tong and 'hard, but the prize is sure if only we are able to keep at it long enough. * * * Once Love enters in and rules your actions, you will possess a courtesy infinitely beyond that of those people who are merely polvte and correct in their manners. * * * I suppose that, in the main, we ;, Pl��^M?Sl a ,l01•:#19 ,well Irl[, 1140 44 for Vie' m `ipf. ; A few years ago a scientist, M. Veaquerel Mg on the subject o) radio 40 send that one ,niiuligrama o'f amus would go emu givdu'g old :fragrance fp ,nevem thousand years before <.,beg entirely disseminated. As regal*, radium, it wotthI enquire eteven, tinea that period le disperse it into the atm'osrphere, that is, seevespty seven thousand years. Ass one ponders these strange facts in the 'material world, one is forced tra wonder about t'he mystery of 3i'emiam influence. Can fibs action of a good heart and a good mind be doss energetic than that of either? * * * "One day," says a writer, "I heard Pamela ask a young Dublin. Fusilier the meaning of (the ,regimental mot- to: ob.bo: 'Spectemur Agenda? He trans- lated it freely—'Don't Meat.'" What an invaluable motto to set up in Parliamentary assemblages, at council meetings, public dinners, gatherings of all kinds where men and women make speectes. It Haight even be set up in many pulpits. "Don't Bleat!" It is an adanirable ,mrotta. * * * Otte reason why there are not as many 'record's of victorious and note- worthy achievements as there might be, is that so many weld -intentioned people under -estimate the situation. They set out upon a pleasant quest instead of a ,selriouas conquest; the glistenieg armour and silver trump- ets are subtly appealing; but not so in the (heat (of battle. There are giants in the way of their approach to the Promised Land and they feel "as grasshopper" in comparison. Tlhey develop a kind of inferiority eomaplex, their ardour coop their en- thusta„s'm vanishes and, to use a mod- em phrase, they "fade out of the pic- ture," * * * As I •think of some of fife's prob- lems, and can to mind a few of the 44eTtniaate.poopfe, allowed h'eantsielveas 4 , ful, 06 4. c'ynateal, I ant fo oomolusk, ii that in'moot' have realm lout thaejr req portilon, and., peiepeotiye peo'balbly told tie .inselees cause seine of the saitisfacti,oi, life were deeded them, 'Me. ha'$ es coact be theirs. Wlhat • a pity tut ik", that they could not • #'hir+lc 3aas; id, of the wilds, arena of Liffe in iclt ma'y 5L1I1 be foetal 'olmnrt'nt ties forser vice and reseumeefulmressn and to',ne e- rluent harppimesss in the 'real sense of theei. word. , ri In Toronto A Modern Hotel Convenient —Economical Hate Singls up Special Weekly and Monthly Baba Write for Folder. Hotel. aurrity Spadina Ave. at College St. A. M. Powell President A BUYING GUIDE o Before you order dinner at a rest- aurant, you consult the bill -of -fare. Before you take a long trip by motor car, you pore over road maps. Be- fore you start out on a shopping trip, you should consult the adver- tisements in this paper. For the same reason!' The advertising columns are a buying guide for you in the purchase of everything you need, including amusements ! A guide that saves your time and conserves your ener- gy; that saves useless steps and guards against false ones; that puts the s -t -r -e -t -c -h in the family bud- gets. The advertisements in this paper are so interesting it is difficult to see how anyone could overlook them, or fail to profit by them. Many a time, you could save,the whole year's sub- scription price in a week by watch- ing for bargains. Just check with yourself and be sure that you are reading the advertisements regular- ly—the big ones and the little ones. It is time well spent . . . always ! Your Local Paper Is Your Buying Guide Avoid time -wasting, money -wasting detours on the road to merchandise value. Read the advertising "road Maps." The Huron Expositor Established 1860 - - McLean Bros., Publishers Phone Seaforth 41 Ontario t; 4: 9j at it