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McCONNELL & RAYS
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SEAAME. TH.,ONT.
Telephone 174
K, DIPLEADI
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, MEDICAL
S.EAFOWI I3 CLINIC
DR. E, A, McMA81 Eli, IV1.8.
.Graduate of University of Toronto
PAUL L. BRADY, „M.D.
Graduate of University of Toronto
•
The Clinic is fully equipped with
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equipment.
Dr. F. 'J. R. Forster, Specialist in
s of the ear, eye, nose and
at, will be at the Clinic the first
Tuesday in every month from 3 to 5
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*ee Well -Baby Clinie will be held
olu ilthe Second and last Thursday in
every month from 1 to' 2 pan.
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IN DR. H. H. ROSS' OFFICE
Atone 6-W Seaforth
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Successor to Di. W. C. Sproat
Phone 90-W - Seaforth
DR. F. J. R. FORSTER
Eye, Ear; Nose and Throat
Graduate in Medicine, University of
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• CHAPTER V,
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lioleased,from "ortoon'Atter serv-
ing
ereOng fifteen 'years 'tor 'a murder he
didn't" oommit,' Mark Grant goes
to the office of a lawyer named
Fosdick to collect a legacy left
to him while he was in prison.
When Fosdick tells him he will
have to wait, Mark accepts an in-
vitation to a party to help a
young man named Teddy Banks
win a $1,000 bet with his friend,
Archie Landon.` Mark. is to get
half, $500, and new clothes. Ar-
chie introduces him to his hos-
tess, Mrs. Lynn, as "Stewart By -
ram." Jealous of Mark's atten-
tions to Pamela Rodney, Archie
calls him an impostor, and Mark',
returns the money but remains at
the party. Budleson•, the man who
sent him to prison, is there but
does not recognize Mark. Being
received as a guest by Burleson.
amuses Mark, but he resolves not
to see Pam, Burleson's alece, until
he has cleared his name and
found the real murderer. After
collecting his legacy from Fos-
dick, Mark makes plans to go
west.
He was on his way to 'buy his tick-
et
icket when he came sutidenty upon her.
It was fate, he thought, that she
chanced to be out at the time. -She
was' not angry, only surprised. She
blushed furiously. •
"Where have you been? We've
wondered!" She held out her hand,
smiling, her soft eyes kind. "You've
treated us shabbily," she chided him
lightly.
• Mark did not go to buy his ticket.
He walked at her side. The city
street became an enchanted, path. All
his resolutions melted; his heart sang
in his breast. He had seen joy flash
into her face when she saw him. They
walked a long • way together; what
was said did not matter -their eyes
spoke. Then they .came to a corner
where there was a clock and she look-
ed up at it, caught by the admonish-
ing bands.
"Good 'gracious; it's quarter to
two!" she gasped. "What am I think-
ing of'? I was to meet Aunt Lynn at
one, sharp, for lunch! It's down at'
Monstresi's, she-" Pam laughed
nervously -"she must be raving! I'll
have to get there="
"No, you won't," said Mark, firm-
ly, "you're -going to lunch with me.
I've always known it, only we've de-
layed, but you can't break that en-
gagement with me!"
Her face was glowing above her
furs, she shook her head, but her eyes
laughed. "I can't!" she protested,
"not today."
"Yes, today!" He was determined.
He was piloting her through a"crowd
and she could note escape easily.
"There are never any tomorrows -it's
today with me. What's this place?
I'm .a stranger. #1 don't know, but it
saw it did not matter; .,Ilse ha4 been
ruuillAg away 1110M hsilnselfl it+i
thought- amused her. She took Side-
long glimpses of him when he talked
with the waiter, and liked t4h,• a atreugth
of his bronzed• profile, his ashablond
hair, the way his chin set itself hard.
There was something .enigmatical
about him. •
"Are you thinking shea heathen?"
he asked bluntly.
She shook her head. "I'm not sure;
you are soblally-.aren't you?"
He leaned toward her and she saw
the flame that leaped into his eyes.
"I was going away today when I met
you; going as far away as I could."
She was startled. "Were yeti?"
Then she looked down at the table,
trifling with herglass of water. "You
are not going to stay in New York,
then?"
"God knows!"
She .lifted her eyes and met his.' A
soft flush crept up to her hair. She
looked adorable, and he groaned un-
der, his breath.
"I can imagine that it man like you
wpuldn't care to stay here long," she
said unexpectedly.
"What kind of a man do you think
me?" he, demanded, "too uncivilized
for urban life?"
She smiled, her eyes shining. "I
wouldn't have said that; but perhaps
I meant it! You know you're per-
fectly. extraordinary. If you weren't,
I should be down at Monstresi's now
with Aunt Lynn.
"Would you rather?" he challenged
her.
She shook, her head. Their, lunch-
eon had been served and a little •tea
service was in front of her. She bus-
ied herself making tea and be watch-
ed her, a glow in his 'heart. It seem-
ed a thousand years since a woman
had made tea for him. '
"Sugar?" she asked, poising the
tongs.
He nodded; he could not speak. She
had -fine Shands and slender wrists;
he seemed suddenly to see her thus,
making tea, or pouring coffee -*a lit-
tle table -the glow of a soft lamp,
the leap of a fire on some home
hearthstone. She was meant for that.
And he-? He could never ask her
to make •such a heaven for him1 He
set his cup down, untested.
"Isn't it right?" she asked anxious-
1Y-
He
nxious-He . looked around ..and, she was
shocked 'at his haggard. face.
"I wonder if you'd speak to' me if
I told you the truth?" he cried bit-
terly. "I wonder if„any woman on
earth knows the man she's talking
with?" •
She looked at him across the 'tea -
things, soddenly grave.
"I know you've been tremendously
unhappy." ; n
"Good heavens; an I ah• cheap as•
'that? Appealing 'ta your sympathy -
your „pity?" he exclaimed.
"You know 1 didn't mean that!"
He was enraged at himself. Had
he been playing on this young girl's
sympathy? Pity's akin to love!' ,he
"I was a lost soul about that time. Now I'm immortal."
looks good to me."
"It's a tearooms" Pam's eyes danc-
ed. "Can't you see? Look at the
make-up. Qiiite a nice one. Aunt
Lynn gets •waffiesi here occasionally;
bhat stamps it, you know! It s. like an
accolade' on the shoulder -for the .tea-
room."
"Let's get vraff es, then!"
"Oh, but I must go; I must meet
her-" the girl protested, then she
laughed, for he had her inside the
doors and was selecting a table.
"This is cozy -in the corner, don't
You think?" he asked her, indicating
a small table in an alcove.
` Still protesting, Pam .found herself
seated anda bus -boy handing her a
menu. There was a pleasant tinkle
of ice and hushed voices somewhere.
"I don't know what to order," she
said helplessly. "I've been rushed in
-kidnapped."
She laughed happily. "Aunt Lynn
eats waffles!"
He made a grimace, seized the
menu and o>;d'ered 'liberally.
"I (couldn't eat so much in a year!"
she declared, "Haven't you had any
breakfast?"
"I don't knew." Hi8 eyes caught
here and held them. "I've forgotten.
I was a lost soul about .that trifle--
flew T'rt7 immortal"
She laughed again easily --she was
:impl ry.'' She had been wondering for
days- 'why he had deserted now she
rr
thought furiously, and reddened to
his hair.
"I've got to go West," ,he s.aid,blunt-
ly, not looking at her; "I've got, to
take up'a new life Dint there. , I want-
ed to tell you about my cotting to.
your uncle's house; it was-" lie
broke off for she interrupted him soft-
ly.
"Oh, Mr. Fosdick!"'she said; look-
ing around'at the old man .beside her
chair,
Ma'rk was taken aback. He abhor-
red himself for it, but Fosdick's gray
face, his cold eyes, in that place seem-
ed like the ghost in Hamlet, they re-
minded him. The lawyer had risen
from a 'table in the farthest corner.
It was evident that he had been
watching them.
"I come here for tea; it's the only
place where I can get the kind I like,"
Mark heard him explaining tai Pam,
as If he knew his presence In •a tea-
room was amazing. A:d he• spoke he
looked at Mark --looked through him
and did not see him.
Pam thought they were not ac-
quainted, and Mark heard her pre -
Outing him as "Mr. Hymn."
,F;osdtok stared hard athim, seeing
hiin,now, "Byram?" he repeated dry-
. standing, with - ITS -hand 'on
the •,,back of his, chair, wanted to
Strike WM for it. Tae' knew that he
•bad never before in his life been near.
`yVdth the war demand for more good,
potatoes in 19.43 'cores' the coed fol'
planning and "action by potato .grow-
er Time, labor, macbintery, f'e i,;izer
� � � •. I an ay materials must now cone
,, d%iV !girargimitiormii 410 &ner evbefit a !to a' old 1gs1
, motion and waste of ehen Irak. 4317g
er murder than, nt that tt4o l crit! Jelin Tucker, Manager, Seed *,e
Something ha'r'dened in ' him; Ile hR,d Sermon, ' Epe0ial ''r<41uets
been ow fiche poin4 df confeesion, ,of 'eveu..per cent. more potatoes le t it
making a'clean break dr it to Pa n
but Wosdiek was 441(9 challenge: H e
stared rack at WM with fury in his
look. There was .a 'breathless kind
of silence and:Fosdick's slow con-
temptuous smile, hard as a blow. The
young; man's breath came, suddenly'
choking, his hands clenched at his
sides, he was: hardly aware of the
girl, nor that Pam's eyes turned ques-
tioningly from one to the other.
"I'm an old friend of Horace BY=
ram of Utica," Mr. Fosdiok's dry voice.
had a hint of mockery in it. "I don't
seem to remember you, sir, as -a By -
ram!" •
Mark's white face defied him. "You
know I'm not a Byram Mr. Fosdick,"
he said in a low voice, hardly control-
led; it shook a little with the passion
that was choking ham.
Old Fosdick cackled; the sound was
as unmirthful as the startled' screech
of a frightened hen But he adven-
tured no farther; :he slaw' the look in
go ;l in 1943, and this can .be rea4diiY
attained with approximately the same
amount of labor and materials as was
required for the 1942 crop, if proven
sound practices are more generally
followed.
All good potato growers will agree
that the average yield in 1942 of 140
bushels per acre is not good enough.
Many growers average more than dou-
ble this yield, which means that many
other growers are producing far be-
low average yields. The most fre-
quent cause of low yields is poor seed.
Next is low fertility and poor meth-
ods of pest controL If is fundamen-
tal
undamental to start off a crop with good seed.
Otherwise the fertilizers and spraying
materials used are wasted. The coun-
try simply cannot now afford to waste
any materials, time and labor on fields
planted with cull seed, ;especially
when good certified seed has been
Made ' available in quantity to the
country, for the express purpose of
Mark's eyes, he' turned his thin old aiding -the industry in that respect.
shoulders . toward hien .•;end smiled
crinkingly at Pam.
"How's your aunt, my dear?" he
asked dryly, suggestively, his attitude,
-excluding Mark from the conversa-
tion -seemed to say: "you're in bad
company, my child; go home!"
Pam vvas flushed; her lip trembled
a little but she forced a smile. "I'm
going to meet her now -I was on my
way when-"' she did' not speak 'the
name "Byram," again, it seemed nin-
lucky-"I've get to go now!" She
turned to 'Mark. "Couldn't someone
call me a taxi?" she asked hurriedly;
"I'm conscience-stricken when I think
of Aunt Lynn waiting!"
"I'll get a taxi for you myself,"
Mark said promptly; he was minded;
to leave her alone with his enemy;
let Fosdick do his worst!
He left -them --standing by the table,
the 'girl trying to make talk, plainly
agitated; the old man's thin, ;'black -
clad, back • still squarely on the re-
treating offender.
"Hang him!" Mark.,thought violent-
ly; "it's like giving up -but he can
have his chance. She's got to know;(
I've been a sneak!" His sheer rag
at Fosdick did not blind him to hi
own iniquity.
Traffic was congested outside, and
the. -doorman , took quite .a --while to;
summon a taxi. It seemed intermin-.,
able to Mark, .wondering how bad Fos -1
dick was 'making it,
"If I'd told myself!" he fumed.
"Weil, I deserve it' --4t was a black
thing to do!"
What devil had possessed him to
take up with Teddy Banks? He re-
mentbered the eighty cents, his tea
and odious lumpy muffin; and smiled
grimly. Such things led to crime.
But without that adventure he would
have missed -Pam! He choked back
tlbe flood of passionate delight that al-
ways swept him at the thought' of cher.
He was a mad fool, and he knew it.
In the wild medley of his thoughts
the advent of the taxi brought real-
ity..
' "Here it is, sir, one of the new rate
ones, too!"
Mark swung throughthe revolving
doors of the vestibule and made ;his
way toward the alcove. It seemed to
him that the room had filled up amaz-
ingly and was full of ".eyes. He did
not know that bis white face drew
them. Fosdick's back. was still there,
turned his way, and Pam Was oppos-
ite, a little flushed, a little i11 at ease,
he could see that; She had worn a
rose or two in her furs, she was dang-
ling one now between her fingers,
plucking at it nervously. He felt a
sickening dread of the enlightened
look she might give him, but, as he
came up, she smiled, relief in her
eyes. •
"The taxi?" she asked quickly,
"It's waiting for you." Mark want-
ed to tap Fosdick on the shoulder and
force him to turn, but the old lawyer
managed, Cleverly, to shake hands
with Pam without apparently seeing
him' at all. He was treating the young
man like an offensive cockroach, to
be ignored when it could not be con-
veniently crushed.
The zed was staining Mark's cheek
as he walked down the room with
Pam. They did not speak, tables were
filled up, 'and once or twice,' they had
to pass single file between them, but
he thought she knew; he could feel
a change in her. Outside the door
he stopped her..The street was
crowded'but they were alone together
for all that.
"I've got something to say to you,"
he said hoarsely; "I suppose you know
it?"
Shia looked up at that, her eyes
gravely .perplexed. She shook her
head.
"Didn't Fosdick tell you?"
"No ! "
(Continued Next Week)
It's amazing about the Russians.
They do it without councils, parleys,
huddles, •executive sessions, special
cameraarrangements, de 'nate , radio
'hook-ups' and time-o'ut to go offer ideas
for a post-war world(, -New York Sun(,
' More people than even' are $riding
Out 'that_ success has a habit of com-
ing"arollne while y'ou'rs
hath News.
A survey has shown that ill some
provnnees less than ten per cent. of
'the seed planted would qualify to cer-
tification standards, and that many
fields.. are planted with a quality of
seed;:which could not possibly produce
a good Drop, no matter how mueh fer-
tilizer ,was used. If every ',grower
planted certified seed, either the crop
Could be doubled, or the present quan-
tity 'produced( annually could be har-
vested from about half the present
acreage.
This, gives food for thought says
Mn. Tucker, especially when it is re-
alized that most of the certified seed
produced in Canada has to be export-
ed to find a market, and that another
million bushels are sold annually as
high grade table potatoes, because of
the lack of home demand for high
quality seed. Countries, thousands of
miles away are paying high trans'po'rt
tation charges to obtain Canadian cer-
tifled, Ord
About two IIIb
1 dnnu,al
441110 41ush l . t
each yr as >see(,
age llt present :1s Maigte!.
for
set.tbel4x0r 9.4*14
ter be „used for starch ..Pur» %res•
fed'"!to stock..•
'ole stocjc .wexsa ;are lar etd
insist ou Certified ,need, It IS ' eiIy
obtainable through reliable to
dealers and established seed douses,
or may be purchased from 'the seed,
growers direct. Lists of ,growers are
obtainable from the .Plant Protection
Divi4ion, Dominion Department of
Agriculture, Ottawa, or from .the' local
District Seed Potato Inspectors locat-
ed
ocated at Charlottetown, P.E.I., $entvilie,.
N.S., Fredericton, N•. &, Ste. Anne de
la Pocatiere, Que., Guelph, Ont., Win-
nipeg, Man., Edmonton, Alta., and
Vancouver, B.C.
Clean and Pliable
"• Paint brushes .that -have accumulat-
ed over years and which are left stick-
ing
ticking to the sides of almost empty paint
tins, can be salvaged for other .jobs.
The old brushes which have become
hardened can be reclaimed by soak
,ing in a paint brush cleaner, and fol-
lowing the directions .found on a
cleaner packet.
After using a paint .brush„ cleaner
on an old brush, paint still adhering
to the brush should be gently remov-
ed with a dull; knife or comb.
If a fairly new brush has been used,
immediately after completing a paint
job, as much paint as possible should
be removed by brushing it out on an
absorbent surface. The brush should
then be rinsed in paint thinner, wiped
dry, and scrubbed ,thoroughly with
Warm water and soap. It should be
rinsed thoroughly until all -traces of
soap are removed- .The bristles can,
be Straightened out bycombingthe
brush with an old comb. Finally the
bristle end should be wrapped in pa-
per and fastened with a cord 'tied•
around the handle. -`These operations
do not take very long, and by follow-
ing them the brush will be kept in
good condition until it is required for
the next job.
Oontiu
toftge.'Aeral
may ;bei rowrt': 1T14n�x. - -
soil except the very heavy c` a
all garden crops, apt is the u%t sena,,
five to moisture *0:104Q919v• arnd unj-
fcrm moisture 3s • very important, eTr
en if the soil be Well Maimed:
`
T'ho reason that ':asparagus is. holt
grown to a greater extent 11111044
vegetable gardens da� that two yearn
must elapse before mulls crop can be:.
gathered. Otherwise,, With a well -pro
Pared- bed, a:eparagus� is not�dtrfficnIe
to grow. •
Chick colony houses .used thefore
April, should bewell banked' wit,Ii
straw or earth. to
prevent .cold floors,
This is especially necessary where
electric hovers are Used, and :au
,extra depth of ,.litter is adirigable.
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