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• Branch Office --- Hensall
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(Continued from 'fast weer) ! worse for the drink again, ye can in such cacanine*pags , was sailing the
He had taken the 'risk liker,,o., real take that slip of •a thhig upstairs ands) seas at that time .a 'man had needs to
gambler. True, he called her.. that
every night of his slife'; hut iiad'
been 'rine, too certain she would -,have
answered to it then, He might have
prompted 'her 'first to make the mat-
ter sure, • but .,prompting ,would 'have
robbed the •moment of more than half
its '•value. When she answered; and
like Si bird to 'its mate, he flung hie
arms about her, but in the Moment
of kissing he. put her away again.
"I won't give ye a kiss;" said he
olemnty, "for I've -a drop taken." And
Without mere sentiment to it than
that, he put her back in Mrs. Slat-
tery's arms, and. shouted• them off to
bed like a man driving thepick of
his cattle to the'''fleld.-
"There now id be: "There's me
filly for ye." an:
"And where's the mare?' said
Father t aseY.
.,.,_ John Desmond stood up • to his feet
and drank one -long draught from his
tumbler. His eyes glittered as he
drank, and he shook from: his shoul-
ders to his knees like a man in the
heat of some mighty purpose. •
"Here's the mare I got from an-
other man!" he cried; and taking the
glass in his hand, he flung it with all
his Strength across the room. It struck
the wall between' the .windows with a
sharp and. ringing report, and fell in
a thousand pieces to the floor.
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EAST
A.M. P.M.
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5.55 2.50
6.05 3.03
6.20 3,21
6.26 3.27
6.31 3.35
6.42 3.:47
Gralerich
.Holmesville .". , •. • •
Clinton
Seaforth -• •
St. Colufnban
Dublin
Mitchell
WEST.
Mitchell
. Dublin
St. •Cotumban
Seaforth
-Clinton ,
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V
A TAILPIECE
After' the primary terms' of' -a bar-
gain
argain have 'been, agreed upon, there
are many details to investigate before
-the business can 'be said 'to be•com="
plete or hands may' finally• be shaken
to clinch the matter.
Father, Casey, watching, the swift
flight of that glass as it :sped glitter-
ing through, the sir, was in 'much the
mind of -a man • wee, in the capacity,
of agent, feels that he has• effected a
good-- deal for his 'master.
' A cleric may be the last' to admit
it, .but though he may be more, tru y'
he is no less than agent of the affairs
of God on that human estate where
•lie souls oY Men are reared to the
far and ultimate perfections'
'Vow John, Desmond, . drinking ' his
soul to damnation, was'in more need'
of salvage than that pink and white
creature with her coal -black hair, her
deep. blue -eyes and • her little- cotton
nightshift.. 'Convent or' no convent,
there was little fear for, her soul to
that astute but gentlehearted. shep-•
herd•, so long as the Lather in .whose
constant :Company she was to become
a woman had ,quit, himself of Ms 'ben
totted habits. and made- himself a
clean -and •sober man before Ged.
Here;- indeed, was. a moment when
the agent 'must act, and upon his own
initiative, in the interests of that
master who -employs him. Father
"Casey recognized ,all hist responsibili-
ties and came to them with a 'clear
mind.
It ' was a better transaction, • he
'knew, to save the soul of John Des
mond than insure the salvation of
Patricia, who by no means, other`than
that disastrous example of her
father's, could be said to be in jeop-
ardy. But were he to .become a sober
• man, then might two souls be. gath-
ered into the flock, and with that.
keen 'eye of a shepherd husbanding'
his sheep, Father Casey •saw' all .the
prospects' ,of a double purpose to 'be
Served. .
Yet there was one thing that bid
him hesitate. •;John Desmond had
thrown an .empty glass against the
wall. That last draught he had taken
before he -flung the tumbler from his,
hand, had not escaped the keen ob-
servation of the 'little priest. -'
There, indeed, .was a deep.. and sub -
tie indication of the force of habit up-
on the character of John Desmond.
which Father Casey was not slow to
'recognize.
"How does the Almighty God
know,- said he, in the midst of that
silence falling heavily upon them of-,
ter the brittle detonation of the splin-
tering., -glass -'-how does the Almighty
God knew yg'll give up the drinks?"
"Glory 'be to God,' man! Sure,
doesn't He know' everythin!" exclaim-
ed John Desmond -an argument that'
Father Casey found, it difficult in that
first moment to oppose, until it- oc-
curred to him that the Divine, know -
:ledge ±night as likely be of one thing
as of another. '
Taking off his spectacles, and wip-
ing thyetn, he gently suggested that as-
pect of the.aid- he•.
"Yi'tis the way He knows ye
won't," paid- he.
"Yirra, man! haven't I smashed rite
glass to smithereens!" retorted John
Desmond. •
"Ye have so," said-. Father Casey,
"but ye took the precaution, of empty-
ing it' first, and I,dunno is an empty
glass broken much more than -the
rign of a man and be breakin' his
promises rather than binding them."
if it had not been for that ugly look
that crept into John Desnlond's eyes'
at that moment, Father Casey might
ver•-gone'-mtr't ntit tna lead"per
himself there... was' no real assurance
df a• true bargain at all. Buthere was
A. man in a • 'fervbnt "exaltation of
spirit, submitting to a cavilling criti-
cism of his. most earnest oath. For
If ever John Desmond meant what
he said, it was on that late evening
in April when he stood -making hie
bargain with this shewd and prat•
tical ageiit•of God, -'
"Shure, ye tan tizke it or leave it!"
he cried; and drove his' list' upon the
'little in lest, that'., ixianner and With
just thd'se words With which ;he put.
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11.51 10.21
12.04' 10.35
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1Reneset
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A.utnifn
Blyth
Walton
McNaught
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4.40
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4.58
5.09
5,21
5.32
9.45
WEST
Toronto
McNaught` -
Welton 12.28
Blyth 13.39many
,Ailbttit'h air end to a haggling in the
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12:15
_pen her into a ,convent, "nightsh'ift't aadi turn his money into, kind andu have it
alt, and may I never set eyes on her
^,train in this world, for 'tis well-s'bnre
I shouldn't. in the next."
This was fair 'speaking enough, and
the. priest, -now well satisfied with the
bargain as it stood, the man in Father
Casey looked out through those round
rimmed spectacles with •a suspicious.
brightness in his eyes. For drunk as
he was;• and. standing' there swaying
'for support against the tabl'e's edge;
there was. all' the •pride apd., defiance
of a stout-hearted.•.gentleman in John
Desmond, to say which of any man is
-to 'crown 'him with all the attributes
of a king.
For what alae, indeed, is lie in this
story? And If e'er proof were needed
of how, a: king consulted the wisest
man in his kingdom, seeking» to -de-
stroy
de-stroy the enchantment cast upon. the
princess his daughter at the ',hour ofher birth, -'surely there were enough
thatI.April' evening 'when Father Casey
came ambling through the fields on
the back of the old mare to Water
park.
A fairy tale, first and foremost, is
a true story. Would a child ever be-
lieve it .if' it were not? For that which
takes, piace in a fairy story, the
slaughter of the giant and the killing
of the dragon, the triumph of the
prince andthe ever-aftering happi-
ness of the p•rincestezthese are' not
the things ,that happen, but the things
that are: And the things that are,
are true, and the things that 'happen
are false.. They are no more than all
those accidents in life by which one
man -breaks, his leg that, was meant
'to be whole, while another takes the.
life of hi's neighbor which a million
Years and more had conspired in the
intention that it should be kept,
,'You may kill giants, for they are
neither more nor less than the em-
bodiment of -evil. • Such slaughter as
this is in' the true meaning of things,
and with but the heart .of a ch'ild.you
will, believe' in its, thrilling narrative.
But to kill your neighbor, there is no
child will give credence to a story re-
counting such happenings as that, For
whether he May strum .ori the piano
from orning.' till :night, arid however
unpieant his countenance may be,
.your' eighbor is made, no' less than
.yRty„in the ima_ge,of._God,. when there
must be some good in him' '
The. -wficle • matter is,. we have left
our childhood' behind us. and now the
thins .. that happen seem more real
than all the things that are:- For the
fairy tale with' its true story we 'have
substituted the•-Moilern novel with its
false. 'Princes and princesses ,are •out
,of fashion. ' In this latter-day narra-
tive, kings and queens are dead. Art
has grown scornful of a happy end-
ing., Our stories, can be told no long-
er by the light of the fire, for the
searchingrays of that false light of
realism are full upon them.' '
Well, who cares? Here at least is
a tale for a winter's night,- with an
elm log making- ladders for the climb-
ing flames. The hearts of the listen-
ing children are all I 'want. Give me
those, -and you. may .shut the door and
leave us by that winter's. fire alone.
•
BOOI 'IV
THE RETURN
Six years wove their threads into
the' •pattern • of this story before
Charles Stuart returned from his ad=
ventures .to. the town of Waterford.
• Round' the bend of Hook Head, past
Dunca'nnoh and Ballyhack, 'there sail:
ed "one day at about four o'clock of
'an afternoon early in April a brig( of
no great tonnage, with all the signs
of 'ugly weather about her spars and
ropes, The roof of the deck -house
had beep blown away or washed to
splinters' beneath a. -heavy sea. A •tar-
paulin had taken .its place and-, in the'
light breeze of that- April afternoon,
flapped' idly at the shrouds where the
stay -ropes had, not bound it, beating
a cheerful tattoo against the deck-
house walls. The top -sail and top -gal
lant yards had vanished from her fore
mast. Far away on the Atlantic they
were floating, drifting wreckage some
sailor or a passing ship might Well
send a, prayer after, picturing the un:
happy ship that had found her ,-est
about that place. - •
Over the taffrail the sailors were
leaning on their folded' arms, with all
that quiet contented ldok a sailor
wears as. after a hard voyage, lie
comes at .last to port. From some-
where about the ship the sound 'of .a
concertina lifted into the Warm breeze
and was carried in ripples across the
blue water, breaking In 'little Waves
of sound in the ears of those who
heard it from the shore. ) '
captain was at the wheel,
steering her up the river under just
so much canvas ,as *as 'left to them'
after the storms they had w
in the Atlantic; and one amongst
those four men leaning over the ship's
side, with eyes bent eagerly upon the
familiar places ,he had! not seen, -'for
six adventurous years, was' Charles
Stuart, the prince •of this fairy tale
who. comes again. Into the story train
the Uttermost end's Of -the' earth.
No little fortune had he Made, 'as
Would any nian 'have done, travelling'
With a freelance 'in Melded in those
days. I•Iowever Much It was; he gar-
'ilhd "�ti °M A him; *OH Seared a'h'rtiut
lifeCia ci12,47 ina•rket-place. "And I'll Wear this,
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' iieIIelle�y set , ...P . '. ,,g 'Taw" he adde'd'; "if ever ye 60 the the this 'body' in some portable form. For going, to fbilow thebtt Mid what bad
ryi i .. i W+s • �-
close about his pQ#'so).
As' a sailor workbag before the' mast
he had come home, •coffering all' Chose
discomforts that are, to be met with
in .a small Ship:
• But it was life as 'she lived it, free
Of all• the responsibilities( save that of
the wholeness of b-ii9 'own skin, Indeed
he • had 'learnt 'to . alternate his life
with periods of • lugury and hard. iiv-
in,g..enjoydng"•t)ie-Orad until the call -of
the Second, 'with .all its promise of
adventure, ,beenme too loud- in' 'his
ears; when, from a span of ease in
one of those tropia cities; he would
start •off into- the' mad race of the
stream, once -more, With little care as
to where it carried, him.
Thus, after six years' jolting against
the lives of men, holding his own at
none too high a. price., he came" to
think with' a gentler mind Of- that old
map with hie seals and his sealing -
w -ax, 'his wines and his ,spirits, ;taking
his risk as well in. the..peaceful little"
town of Waterford.
There is the homing instinct in all
men,. and sets- in after a swift -reac-
tion upon that fever of, Wander -.Lust
which, when,. •once in the blood, can
never be. eradicated. Charles Stuart
thought of his' father, gambling with
those overwhelming stakes in the
game he had chosen- to play, and the
thought that_ for all he knew, the old
man might •be ' then' suffering the
merciless penalty, of the law, broken
in spirit• and shattered in hope of,ev-
er holding the hand- of a friend -again,
so pricked his conscience that at last
he could' resist it no longer.
Collecting all' the little -fortune . he
had made, 'he' bought- himself a sail
or's rig and applied at the docks- for
a berth before the 'maet_'of the next
ship sailing homeward. As chance
would have it; there was one bound
for the :port of Dublin. He signed
papers ,and went aboard.
What weather. they beat through
might • well have peen. seen. even by
kan inexperienced'laiidsman from the
condition" of -the brig alone, an s'he.
made 'her way ,up the river that April
`afterdgon. • A sterna had been •blowing
for four days; and a^choking fog wast
with . it too, when, they knew. they,
must be off the coast of Ireland,
„Knowing• the treachery of 'that .coast,
the skipper steered . his 'course well
out• to sea, 'sweari3ig'rtlaaat as soon as
he .could see his hand before his face
he would: run her into port and take
his ease from all those battering,
winds while- they were Seeing to his
tackle. - Then one morning the mist
had lifted, -the April Buntline trolled
on.. the decks and dried them white,
like linen `on a line. There were the
blue skies after the dismal waste of
grey, and there, on .the port bow,
shimmering in the - sunny distance, lay
the coast of Ireland, like a stone of
emerald in a marquise. ring.
It was not long before Charles Stu-
art, better acquainted. with -that coast
than 'any, on- 'the ship, 'made out the
white 'tower of the lighthouse at
Roche's Point and the 'grey ,walls of
Trabolgan House standing on the
lonely edge of: the cliff. ,
"'There's Queenstown Harbor!" he
shouted to the Captain .at the wheel.
"If she'll take, a point or two you can
run ' her straight in in an hour or
less." .,
"She'll not take another. point""
shouted the captain) and cast his eyes
up et, those gaps in the- rigging where
the fore -top and top -gallant yards' had
been singing their swig on the mast
only a week before,
A' smile sprang' up 'Into the eyes. of
Charles Stuart, .watching the line of
that glittering land.
"You'll have to make, Waterford,
then," he'' called back above the still
high, note' of the dropping wind; and
Waterford they made, 'caring down
the river between Dollar Bay and
Knohkavelish Head at four o'clock in
the afternoon.
At Cheek Point the•eiciseman came
aboard, and Charles Stuart went down
below in readiness to be .gone. As
soon as the -anchor was cast, the rest
of the,. crew, intending to go ashore,
,quickly follow ed him, ' and whet. he
came up again on deck there was not
a man to be. seen where for the last
three weeks,- passing through that
weather, men had been coming and
going , about their duties day and
night. `
He drew a contented 'breath as he
stood looking up the river towards
the spires of the churches and the
roofs 'of the houses, all returning now
to his partly awakened, memory, So
lie might have stood for some min-
utes, enjoying in anticipation . the
x.ospectiA4-4,he-.48,ye--befot'ehinm;•-but
at that instant every other; Interest
was scattered from his Mind by the
sound of his father's name, spoken
a strange man's voice.
e *turned round, The hatches were
off, and there, at, hi:3 elbow almost,
but out of sight, were the excisemen
examining the cargo of the Yrs-ig.
"They should be starting from-
Stradbally to -night," said the voice,
"and• we've got men ready. on the road'.
to toile* them the whole way. 'Tis
the lasti`bottle Sandy Stuart '11 sell to
the gintry of this town for many a-
leng tray."
ere
€fed , tE o fine€,'ll?a'f�on4 CO 111* g°111
u', l tbralice '.4f that underground
j?.asrf&l ex frotu i p. l ale in ..the Wall
vuith blit foot teat tlte».e� were ,excise,
en, fear :+vtiarl to " all Oren th&t lasx
itestiotl,, and with littiit_ chance' of~
lgrz'or. ._.
quer• e+ome ingenious tranea,ction of
smuggling,. they were •hot . upon, hit
father's tracks, and - it .mattcr.ed little '-o•
what S�tradbal1y had to'd. WI* I. His
plain. 'undoubted'' business ' it Wan ;tp
suet info the town as siren lale;.
and .ward M e o . lean beas ,pssifore• it watt
too late. , For now, with what he had
learnt of life, there was none of• that
horror in 'hie mind when he thought
upon his' ,father's'. illicit • deaiingg, He
had seen piracy' 'on the high ,seas ;
murder done in hot blood and.in cold.
Ships he knew of that .'would never.
return to port again, which more, or
'might it not -he considered',.less, than.
an act of God, had despatched to their
last resting -place. 'Beside such deeds
as 'these, .an evasion of customs was
no 'more than a ,mere game of hide-
and-seek; but the consequences were'
serious enough, and he felt his blood
run hot and ready for adventure art
the thought of the danger in which
his father stood.
• Di the boa,t•,...,that had brought ''the
excisemen he' contrived, with two of
the other sailors, to be taken up the
river to the town. ' Taking the stroke
oar, he questioned them casually as
they sat the Stern,: relying upon
that....egotism of a man which findin
eternal favor In the,,,.conversation of
his own shop.
,„..They maintained an air -of secrecy,
however, hinting darkly 'of the sur-
prise it would. be to some in that town
if they' knew the doings of their next
door neighbors. But enough; end -more
than: enough,' had; 'leen. for
Charles to know that action was nec-
essary, and without delay. • . •
As soon as he had 'landed, there=,
'ore, on the quay -side -and by, then it
was'fxve o'clock and •after -he made
his way with all haste up to Lady
Lane, having assured • himself that.
the excisemen lad formed to suspi-
cion • from his questioning and were
not following him.
There was no time to give rein 'to
all the . memories and recollections
that would have crowded back into his
mind as he ascended that little flight
of steps and rang- the bell of the old
house, in Lady Lane., "They would-
be
starting from Stradbally that night;"
the excisemen had, said,, - and with. tt
sun already flaming in its gradual de
cent down the sky, there was nota,
moment to be wasted: ,.
.The servant, who opened the door
gazed at thi's man with itis rough sail-
or''; clothes -In o>3en- amazement as he
"Strode 'into the hail and, closed the
.doer -behihd
• "Where's 'your master?" said. he in,
•a quick voice. "Where's my- 'father?"
.he added, "to gie*.lier -confidence, for
there Was that in the look oilier, be-
tokening an Imminent desire to
scream. "I'm Mr; Charles Stuart," he
went on at once. "I've just 'come back
'from abroad, and I must see him at
once." ,+
Still she was reduced to a state: of
helpless inactivity: Therefore; stand-
ing in the ball, he left her and went
into the office. A boy„_ sat there -At
the desk • where • once he had sat;
where:that memorable morning in.his,
life he •had: broken his quilt pen and
climbed, down from the office' stool to
find his father in the cellar. Thither
he went now, saying no word of ex-
planation to' the boy, who, 'like the
servant in the hall, stared after him:
bewildered by his sudden entrance
and sudden departure.
The door into the cellar 'was open,
This meant without doubt the old man
was -there; and there he found him,
just as he had left him Six years be-
fore, decanting his wines into their
Of? O011^14 REL /IF Of
HEADACHE & Other Pains
bottles with all.. the gentle innoeenee.
of the most honest wine -merchant In
the world.
"Father," Said Charles, and look-
ing up, the old man dropped the abet
tie from his hands, added to which so
great Was his ams.*ement that ,he did
not even turnhis eyes to the ground
to see ,how much he had. spilt,•
•- c . .
For One moment he' drew 'himself
up :to the fullness of his height
swift"'remembrance of his paternal
dignity' and the, recollection- of the,
way'this soh of 'his had'treated'him;
but in a ready antieipatigii'' of that-
for
hatfor a son does.. not forget elle weak-
nesses in his father's . character,•
though he. may *be awayfrom home
for twenty' years -Charles thrust Qut'
.hishand, now grown. firm and' power
fill, seized upon his ; father's and
wrung it hard, •
""None of that pride," said he, with
a laugh 'the sea had bred, in him.
"What's more, there's no time to say .
are you glad or" sorry to see me back
again.- You've got to tell me, and tell
me quick, what you're doing at Strad -
belly tonight? . ' What's up? What's
happening? You can tell me the
whale , O itu (? st.
el#0.0O' nolsnsif t1.
that, office 'other1
ui1/,;:?
IFR:.
happening a,t Strad!'} y •to
yon'ye >aot a' 'hand.tn,, bebalt
insula must
14e_4o'h0: 'at Qttee' ;
(Continued: Next Week')
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ac
LOCATlII ase wide SPAi11NA„AW,
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DWxi$s $!4,0747,00
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fila te;for Folder.
We Advise Farlyr Reservatson
i.A WHOLE DAY'S SIGHT-SEEING
WITHIN WILLKING' DISTANCE
A. M. POWE.L. PreddSnl
e
iwziftie Pro/0z' Pr
at Onta ro's racetracks!
'They come; in hundreds from the States to
watch the King's Plate - :. one of Ontario's
greatest attractions for racing enthusiasts.
Whatever' 'brings them to Ontario, we all
have. a. stake in their return..... , so let's
do what we • can to 'see theyenjoy every
minute of uteri'" :licit.
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IT'S EVERYBODY'S 'BUSINESS
y- o ..
... H ;tow014 't4l4i' -'/
Ontario profits almost Every* tourist dollar
as much from tourist, is shared this way:
business • .as from gold -I. Hotels; '2. Stores;
mining. It's up to each 3. Restaurants; 4. Taxes,
one of is to keep titis-_:.;etc.; 5. Amusements;
business growing. 6. Garages.
`.`.Let's make them want to come back!"
PLANNING A HOLIDAY?
Tune in
"Ontario Holiday"
CFRB, 10:30'pm.,•
Thus., Fri., and Sal. '
PUBLISHED IN
THE PUBLIC INTEREST
BY JOHN .....
Who-'Waiiid be starting from Strad
bully that night? Where were they''
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toy 'jtt'S
9°93 - L WALKER' CON COWIE ,.
RALPH WOW STFVE 101110J1M V1Pbi4D,
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