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Bi7AFORTE - ONTA:RIO
Branch Office Heil
Henson ,Seaforth
Done 113 ' Phone 113
MEDICAL
SEAFORTH CLINIC
DR. E. A. MOMASTER, M.B.
graduate of University of Toronto
PAUL L. BRADY, M.p,
graduate of University of Toronto
The Clinic is fully equipped with;
complete and modern X-ray and other
up-to-date diagnostic and therapeutics
equipment.
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 3 to 5
Free Wen -Baby Clinic will be held
on the second and, ,last Thursday in
emery month from 1 to 2 p.m.
JOHN A. GORWILL, M.A., B.D.
Physician and Surgeon
IN DR. H. H. ROSS' OFFICE
Phone 5-W
Seaforth
MARTIN W. STAPLETON, B.A., M.D.
Physician and Surgeon
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Successor to Dr. W. G. Sproat
Phone 90-W - Seaforth
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-
4attt7il, London, Eng. At COMMERCIAL
HOTEL, S,EAFORTH, THIRD WED-
NESDAY in each month, from 2 p.m.
the 4.30 p.m.; also at Seaforth Clinic
Brat Tuesday of each month. 53
Waterloo Street South, Stratford.
AUCTIONEERS
-HAROLD. JACKSON
Specialist in Farm -and Hbusehoid
sales. .
Licensed in Huron and Perth Goun-
.Mms. _ Prices reasonable; satisfaction
guaranteed.'
For information; etc., write or phone
Harold Jackson, 14 on 661, Seaforth;
M.R. 4, Seaforth. '
EDWARD W. ELLIOTT
Licensed Auctioneer, For Huron
Correspondence promptly answered.
immediate arrangements can be made
for Sales Date at The Huron Exposi-
tor, Seaforth, or by calling Phone 203,
Clinton. Charges moderate and satis-
faction guaranteed.
LONDON and CLINTON
' NORTH'
A.M,
Mister 10.34
Hensen 10:46
Mlppen 10-'52
Hrucefleld.. 11:00
Minton 11.47
SOUTH
P.M.
Minton 3.08
• Bruoefleld : 3.28
Linen 3.38
Henri,, 3.45
'Caster 3.58,
1 A C.N.R. TIME TABLE
EAST
A.M. .P.M.
goderich 6.15 2.30
Holmesville 6.31 2.48
Clinton 6.43 3.00,
Beaforth 6.59 3.22
Bt. Columban 7.05 3.23
Dublin, 7.12 3.29
Mitchell i.4- 7.24 3.41
WEST
Mitchell 11.06 10.01
Dublin 11.14 10.09
1Beaforth 11.30 10.21
Clinton 11.45 10.35
Ooderlch - 12.05 11.00
G.P.R. TIME TABLE
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CHAPTER 1
Somebody was knoeking,at the door
of the Principal's horse. The thumps
passed in waves from the well -season-
ed oak to the stones of the walls and
,to the quiet air inside the hall. The
stones took the sound in and gave
none of It out, putting it secretively
away into the silence where they kept
the other sounds which had throbbed
against them for the last hundred
years. The impressionable air pass-
ed the knocks on up the stairs to the
second floor, and were borne aloft to
the third story where they poured
through the open door of a large slant
ceilinged room in which Mr. T. C.
Hulme sat at his . desk.
' He was the Principal. Th, knocks
on the door two stories below were
for him, and he easily distinguished
them through the much louder music
throbbing from the room under . his
study.
He laid the magazine aside and ran
all the way down the two flights of
stairs to the front door. Yet there
was no need for haste. Everybody
in Clifford knew that old Lottie An-
derson, the •only hired help ever in
the Principal's house, did her work
bet een breakfast and, lunch and was
neer there in the afternoon, that Mrs.
Henry, the Professor's aunt, heard.
nothing -except. . music -that the Pro-
fessor himself was the only one who
came when'yeu knocked and that he
was usually in his study on the third
floor. Nobody thought of going away
if the door was not operied at once.
When he 'reached the lower hall and
saw young -Eli Kemp through the lead-
ed -glass panes at the side of,the door,
he stopped short. Mr. Hulme lifted
the latch, opened ,the door. "Hello,
Eli, what can I do for you?"
Eli transferred his attentive gaze
to the Principal's face and asked:
"Have you found out yet whether that
thing I,sold you saves gas?"
Mr. • Hume cleared hie throat,
leaned forward a little towards the
boy in the threadbare suit -he was
taller than Eli, who was not short -
and explained, • softening his rather
harsh voice to a propitiating tone.'
"Well, to tell the truth, I haven't got
around to putting it on the car yet.",
The boy stood silent for a moment
and then said, "Professor, if that
thing's no good , I want to take it
away and give you your money back."
"Oh, no, Eli, that's not the trouble
at all. I've just been too darnedbusy
ever since I got back, getting things
ready for school to open. I've been
sunk in work! The accounts -the
budget! Why, this very afternoon
the. Domestic Science •teacher tele-
graphed -that she's -married and>won't
be coming back to teach. You must
know 'there's a lot for' me to do at
this time of year."
"Do you know what your mileage
is now?" inquired the boy searching-
ly. "Because if you don't, how can
you tell whether this'll give you
more?"
"I get fifteen to the gallon," Mr.
Hulme affirmed roundly.
The grave young face before him
relaxed. "Well, then .I know it'll save
.e something," said Eli, relieved and,
without any formalities of leave-tak-
ing; went away.
The Principal shut the door, but
did rot at once go back up the stairs.
His memory crammed, as it was al-
ways forced to be, with. the details of
other people's lives, set gloomily be-
fore him Eli's worthless, drunken, bee -
hunting and muskrat -trapping father,
his dull-witted, feeble mother, the fore-,
doomed futility of Eli's poor efforts to
educate the brains he did not have.
The tall clock behind him struck
six,' It was time to begin to get Aunt
Lavinia started to make herself pres-
entable enough to go out to supper. '
Aunt Lavinia was poring over the
music, her room silent - .for once,
quiescent around her in its usual
dust and disorder. Her head „ was
bent so low over the tattered copy
of the Mass on. her knee that a strag-
gling white lock brushed the page
She was not at all ready to go out.
"It's just Tim," he assureds• her. Re-
cognition •and relief flashed into her
fine, deeply, sunken, dark eyes. She
relaxed, 'passed her hand over her
eyes. "Oh. Oh, yes. Tim. Of course.
Supper time? I'll be ready in a
wink." She pronounced' it i"r-r-raydy"
with a Scotch burr.
They made slow work of the des-
cent., getting both tier feet on each
step before going down to the next,,
one, because of that right knee that
could now scarcely bend at all.
They were now approaching , their
destination. Miss Peck, he saw, hail
changed the sentence on her bulletin
board, This board was such a one as
churches use to, announce the name
of their minister and the hours of
church service. She put on it all sorts
of odd phrases, Today. the movable
alphabet had been arranged to read'
"We count them happy who endure
St. James 5:11."
Mr. Hulme field the door open for
his crumpled old lady to go in. Look-
ing at :her as she passed, he thought
somewhat wearily he shoull, have
found a cleaner collar for her.
There were not many at the table
that evening. It was a circle now,
4.40 just large .enough for the four over
4.49 'whom Miss Peclt was this week pre -
4.58 siding -Professor Hulme and his aunt,
5.09 Mr. Sherwin Dewey and -the per'eut1Fa1,
5.21 Mrs, �Washburn. Aa .�'dr. Hulme and -
5.32 old 'Mrs. Henry tante ..tn to "the dining
9.45 room, Mrs. Washburn was pouring the
tea, and Miss Peck held her broad
a silver serving knife suspended above a
A•M• well -browned meat pie. A heavenly
5.20 aroma of savoriness filled the air. Mr.
Hultne hastily seated his aunt, Sat
12.04 down daimself, and snatched :h s' nap -
,l kin out of its ring.
12.28 Mr. Dewey , was the oideat of the
1122,39 three Trustees, the only resident one.
12,0 Mr. Matte drew out' of his pocket the
12.54 letter of resignation from ,ithe unex-
1.00 pettedly Married Domestic Science'
;teacher, and while Mr. Dewey &lane-
ed at it, he con eseted . that he had
not, as he supposed he should, leaped
to telegraph, a teachers' agency to
find some one to replace her.
Mrs. Washburn remembered 'wlth
an exclamation that she •'had some
news to tell, real news. Miss Peek
had decided which girl she would take
in this winter to work for her board
-not, as usual, an Academy student,
but one of the teachers in the prim-
ary school. 'Susan Barney, 'her name
was, Mr. Hulme would certainly re-
member her, she had gone through
the Normal School at Burlington, and
since her return had been teaching ub
on Churchman's Road, that forlorn
District School where the Searles
Shelf children go.
In Clifford, during the last century,
as in many Vermont towns with old
seminaries and. academies, a tangled
web of inconsistent relations had
grown up between the 'privately en-
dowed independent sedondary school
and the tax -supported primary schools•
which were part of the state system.
By the Articles of Incorporation of
the. Academy, its three Trustees were
electel by the voters of the town. Yet
the town officials had. 'iso authority
over them once they were elected.
The Academy was run on the intertest
from its small endowment and its tui-
tion fees; ye"t by a state law the town
was obliged to pay .a large part (but
not all) of the tuition •fees; and by
tradition •was bound to appropriate
money at town meeting for the up-
keep of the roofs, walls, and ,founda-
tion of the Academy, but not for re-
pairs on the inside of the building.
The result, in fact, of this perfect-
ly natural division in authority was,,
of course, that Mr. Hulme, as far 'as
the primary school went, was oblig-
ed to de -what- he could with teachers
he had not chosen and knew nothing
about. This girl would probably be
no worse as a teacher of reading thin
any other. His lack of enthusiasm
over Mrs. Washburn's news came
from his dislike of• having teachers
work for their board. Local tradition
he knew, saw nothing amiss in it.
But he did. He told people he disap-
proved because housework took time
and energy needed by teachers in their
classrooms. The truth was that he
had for -various reasons rather a sore
sense of the dignity of his profession
and did not like to see members of
it waiting on tables and washing dish-
es. -4
"Why does she work for her
board?" he asked. "The salary's not
bad. Why should she?"
"Orphan. Smart younger sister to
educate," she explained.
He took thou'eht, and selecting from
among the. accents under his contrfsl
the one of pleasant compliment,' said'`
to Miss Peck as he rose' from the
table. "My 4}ightly prayer is that God
will have a good kitchen range wait-
ing for you in heaven," and to his
aunt, "Well, Lavvie; m'lass, come sad-
dle your horses and call out your
men. It's time for us to be off."
He had, however, but a few steps
to go before a •summons from his pro-
fession -called him back to the illu-
sion of safety, power and success. A
stranger was mounting the front steps
-an embarrassed middle-aged work-
ingman. He came to an uneasy halt
halfway up and wanted to know would
it be all right to ask Professor Hulme
was it true about last year's Domes-
tic Science .teacher at the Academy
not coming .back, because his sister,
she had"graduated from Simmons and
had been teaching for ten years in a
Massachusetts' high school only she'd
had appendicitis this summer and her
doctor wouldn't let her work where
the classes were big -"My name's
Lane. Johnny Lane. I work in the
chair factory in Ashley."
Mr, •Hulme said yes that was 'so.
"My sister's out here in the car,"
his interlocutor now said dubiously,
as if apologizing for beink pushing.
"Ah . ." said Mr. Hulme, more
alertly. ' "Just wait a moment, Aunt
Lavinia." As he walked towards •the
car he set his mind rigorously to the
prosaic work of using his profession-
al experience to read, personality
through the camouflage of looks.
-It'was easy reading. There was no
camouflage. Stoutish, forty,' plain,
tailored, eyeglassed, self-respecting-
suceessful experience had written its
not=to-be-imitated symbols all over
her. Seeing the Principal approach,
she got out of the car without hurry,
and composedly introduced herself by
name to -him, with the manner of one
speaking to an equal. By the time
he had shaken her hand, he was ready
to lead her into the Domestic Science
room, give her an apron to tie around
her comfortable middle, and begin to
expand his ideas about the importance
of teaching Clifford girls how to
make •better use of the raw material
to be found around them. She looked
as if the idea would not be as sur-
prising to her as to some of ,the teach-
ers he had trained.
It was late, and the neglected work
on Mr, Hulme's desk cried aloud. He
called his mind to him, fitted on its
'e'eryday harness, and cracked his
whip. Throwing its calloused shoul-
ders into the collar, it tugged away
at what there was to do, beginning
with the familiar, short and uncom-
plicated statement of resources -125
students at $90 tuition, $11,250; inT
come from the $60,000 ' endowment
which used, to be steadily $3,1100 now
shrunk to $2,300 and stillshrinking-
total income, '$13,550. The More or
less fixed salaries were set down.
tentatively-Pr1ncipall, $2,100. Dryden
who taught Manual Training atod Ag-
riculture, $1,600. The new teacher. for
Physics and Chenlistry, $1,000. Bow-
en, just 'out of Yale, evilently a elev-
er""'ambit ous fellow, would never stay
on for that after he hada acquired. a
year' or so of the professional experi-
enee without which the could not get
a position in a more . pros.,perous
school. Mr. Hulme's pencil, hung in
the air an 1n0taut as ha considered
Bowen. Theme was aonolet ing shout
him an Ora, that was-4erhaps it
was no more 'than the normal to-be-
eapected cocksureness of the recent
college 'graduate, outlittetl with the
latest thing in 'ideas. The uplifted
Pencil dropped to the •paper again,
and. ran agilely ahead into -the smal-
ler salaries- French and Latin, $900;
Domestic Science - account -keeping
and typewriting -poor ell Miss Ben-
son -the janitor -the piano tuner
(one tuning, $2.50).
He worked till midnight, when his
mind dropped in itstracks, and he
hung up his whip and went to bed.
As he undressed mechanically, his
Mind, was darkened with ite usual,
foreboding conviction that this year
the Academy budget "simply could not
be balanced. His mind, always jeal-
ous of mere vitality, soured this as-
surance by suggesting that it was no
more than a holie that old Mr. Whea-
ton, the ,one rich Trustee, might, af-
ter having made himself sufficiently
disagreeable, cover the deficit with a.
cheque. Timothy was too tired to lie
awake cursing all over again the day
that Clifford voters had made Mr.
Wheaton •a Trustee.
(Continued Next Week)
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