The Exeter Times-Advocate, 1935-05-02, Page 2THE EXETER TIMES-ADVQCATETHURSDAY, MAY 2nd, 1935
SECOND INSTALMENT
SYNOPSIS: Strange friends they
were—young Ed. Maitland, whose
fathers had followed the sea from
New England, but who had start
ed north to make his fortune
when the first news of the Yukon
gold find in ’97 found him strand
ed on the Pacific eeast; and Speed
Malone, who told little enough
of his past but admitted to a
knowledge of all the gold camps.
With ten dollars—half of Mait
land’s total wealth—Speed gets
into a game -of Solo, and seems to
be winning,
Maitland knew nothing of the
game hut was fascinated . by the
movement of his companion’s hands
while dealing. The fingers that
moved so supplely over the keys of
an accordion, seemed to lure music
of another kind from the smooth
cards, as he riffled and snapped
them into place and shot them out
with clean precision, dropping the
last of the round and the three cards
of the widow almost in one gesture.
He won the next bid with a heart
solo. This time his opponents did
not conceal their conviction that the
game was unsound. But before they
had recovered .from that certainty,
he had made his point by a shrewd
handling of low cards. The sweet
singers took a firmer grip on their
cigars and settled into the game.
Stakes began to climb. Frog bids
vanished. Onlookers edged in from
other groups to watch the play—
among them a burly red-faced man
who stood obscurely at the rim of
the circle with his eyes fixed intent
ly on .Speed’s face and hands. The
gambler remained calm and compos
ed as a deacon, playing good hands
and bad with equal devoutness—or
lather making bad ones good, for
the cards were running hard against
him.
"Wouldn’t surprise me a whole
lot to hear you’d played this game
afore,” the man declared, as he lit
a cigar before picking up a new hand
'Speed was busy arranging his
cards and did not answer. When he
raised his eyes it was in a preoccu
pied way in Maitland’s direction, but
they rested on someone else in the
crowd. One of his eyes flickered
slightly, as 'if to evade a wreath of
cigarette smoke. From the gold he
had 'collected, he transferred two
handfuls to hi® pockets. The remain
der of the pile he pushed out to the
centre.
"This stack says I don’t take a
trick,” he observed. "I’m going* ‘mi-
sere. ’ ”
.Had Maitland been watching close
ly, he would have noticed a slight
shifting on the part of the red-faced
man among the spectators. He might
■have remembered that skill in this
game was one of the few identifying
trait® of the bandit Buck Solo—if he
had not' believed the bandit to be a
captive in the Okanagas. He might
have noticed, too, that in a lazy
■upward glance that seemed to take
cognizance of nothing, this fact had
been caught and registered by the
man under observance. But no one’s
attention is sharpened by watching
a game he -doe® not understand, and
Maitland’s interest had begun to
stray. He elbowed hs way out of
the circle to ramble over the ship.
Most of the passenger® having
chosen a position amidships, he
found that the crowd thinned as he
went forward of the main cabin. At
the forward rail a lookout stood
alone, peering into the blanket of
mist ahead. They were now in the
outer waters of the (Sound; the traf
fic had .dwindled and the hooting of
sirens was muffled in far distance.
"How does she lie?” he a®ked the
lookout.
“Off Port Townsend,” the- man
said, without turning.
iThe’ boy stood by the rail awhile,
eyeing the dim froth of water below,
and that gray essence of things un
seen and unforeseen through which
the steamer was cleaving her blind
ed course.
He was not conscious of a contra
diction in his advice to the West
erner about gambling, though it ran
deeper than hi® mere presence on
the "George E. .Starr.” Men o<f his
name and blood had raced for car
goes in the 'days of the clipper ships,
and later plunged the winnings in
to deep-bottomed carriers—to lose
them finally in wilder games of i
chance with the sea. His father
had gone down in a storm with two
of their ships. This tragedy had
■caused his mother’s death when he
was horn. The remnant of the ori
ginal stakes left in play had been in
volved by a defect in the underwrit
ing of the lost cargoes.
His earliest memory was of a
small schooner which his grand
father had managed to salvage out
of the general wreck. From the old I man he had learned, along with a
| knowledge of ships and water. After
his grandfather’s death, he had
I found employment with a firm of
| underwriters’ agents, reporting on
wrecks and salvage. It had led him
into the study of admiralty law—a
vocation his sea-going fathers would
not have admired.
He was sent west to investigate a
wreck of the Farrallones, near San
Francisco-—his first important com
mission. But he had found the
owners in a position rather like that
of his own people when they crash
ed. His sympathy and the rights
of the case were with the stranded
adventurers as against the bankers.
He had wired a report as fair to
both sides as he could make it.
The return wire had virtually ac
cused him of being bought by the
owners. In a gust -of anger he had'of boyhood things long i__.
resigned, though the whole, structure!and he sank 'into a billowing
of his plans went floundering on
that reef. He was unwilling to re
turn home till he had regained his
footing, but his career was not an
easy wreck to salvage.
Jobless, and with his small capital
dwindling, he had been roving the
wharves of that misty western port
of adventure when the news of the>
gold strike on Bonanza Creek burst
on the would like a rocket—promis
ing him a means of recovering more
than he lost.
"If you wasn’t a gambler, Bufl . .
. . ” Something the Westerner had
said recurred to him now. He had
been careful in buying his outfit,
weighing the value of every purchase
against his resources. His having
drawn a passage on this derelict
side-wheeler was
but he believed
little stauncher
Whether it was
pended rather, he thought, on him
self.
The pistol shot that cut the thread
of his revery came from the region
of the ship where he had left his
pack. As he turned, he obtained a
sheer view of the ship’s side, and
saw, sharply outlined in the fog, the
figure of a bu!?'ly, red-faced man
who was peering over the rail with
a smoking revolver In his hand.
Someone touched his shoulder.
"Man shot your pardner,” a voice
said. "He’s overboard.”
He picked up the words on
wing and shredded them
A handful of cards held
the watchers at the rail
the inkling of an answer,
bier’s quarrel—quick fingers i
quick enough—a shot, a rush . .
He had often seen men take that
plunge for much less, but this man—
Heads were craned back toward
the blank space the ship was leaving.
“Wounded? Probably not much of a
swimmer, if he-came from inland.
The boats would be slow ...”
Maitland’s leap from the rail was
so swift that the engines were not'
reversed for a minute after he dived.
When he came to the surface, hard
ly knowing in that grey murk
whether he was breathing fog or
sea, the steamer was out of sight'.
Unable to see through the blur of
spray and fog, he paused to listen
for a cry. Relaxing was an effort;
the cold br'ine had teeth of fire.
Soon he caught a splashing soun'd
not far ahead. Swiftly as he went',
the sound receded. He stopped again.
Hearing a sound once more, he
shouted.
There was no answer, and he kept
on, losing count of the space he was
putting between himself and the
steamer. The gambler, if the sound
he heard was his swimming, might
either be trying
ashore, or might
ings 'in the fag.
probable that he
He halted to tread water in the
icy swell and shouted. The cry rasp
ed in his throat. This time he seem
ed to hear an answer, but in the
same instant his body was pierced by
a searing stab. The muscles of his
back twisted in a paralyzing knot
that stopped his breath. Though the
cramp was unbreakable, he fought
it with every reserve of will, as it
dragged him 'down, impotent, into
shadowed, swirling, freezing depths.
His lungs heaved; drums roared in
his ears; his heart seemed to wedge
in his throat.
-Shadows dissolved around him in
to misty daylight. . Something was
supporting him, choked and numb,
on the summit of a swaying world
of waters, and he heard a voice say
ing between breaths:
"Well, I’ll be doggoned. So it’s*
you . . . you ornery young son of
a sea dog. Last dive most got me
. . winded . . . Reckoned you was
the deputy,”
Even the sight of the gambler’s
'dripping aice failed to Anake this
clear.
"Don’t (figure I could swim ye
ashore,” the voice continued. "And
I’m locoed if I call that boat.” Yet
this was exactly what Maitland
heard him do a few moments later,
but there was no answer.
Maitland knew too well the dis
advantage of a buoy as a refuge for
drowning »men in a fog. Passing
ships give it as wide a berth as pos
sible. With his thought he realized
the full irony of what had happened.
His attempted rescue was worse than
useless; he was actually
down
That
fair.
He
But though the gambler’s hold wav
ered, he could not loosen it. When
he struggled to speak the arm only
gripped him tighter. Then every
thing was drenched in a fantastic
ether through which floated images
forgotten,
; haze
d ragging
the man he had tried to save,
final detail struck him as un-
tried to wrench himself free.
Hie
on this
a queer mischance,
the old tub was a
than she looked,
a wild gamble de-
the
for sense,
by one of
gave him
A gam-
no t
.?
to make his way-
have lost his bear-
It seemed more
had drowned.
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of darkness.
He was recalled to semi-conscious
ness for the last time by what sound
ed like a cry from the other; then
he heard waves slapping against the
hollow prow of a small boat and the
familiar creak and thump of oar
locks.
When he opened his eyes, the
gambler was sitting at a table with
a steamng cup in one hand and a
cigarette in the other, watching him.
He found himself swathed in blank
ets in a dim enclosure. The floor
rolled slightly and at first he did not
know whether he was dizzy 'or at
sea.
Before he had time to observe
more, the gambler was handing him
a cupful of hot wine with the cheer
ful suggestion.
“Ho'ist yourself around this.”
The drink helped clear his head.
"Where’s the steamer?” he asked.
"Hell and gone by now,” said
Speed, watching the boy’s face 'dark
en and then light again with an il
lusory hope.
Maitland stretched himself pain
fully. "Whose boat is this?”
".'Some frog fisherman from Se
attle was headin’ for the halibut
hanks when the fog stopped h'im. He
pulled in close to the buoy to be
clear of the shippin’ track. Now
he says he’ll take us ashore when he
gets a wind. Don’t reckon he’ll get
one or a piece, but' it won’t hurt ye
none to thaw a while.”
A dark wavering in a shaft of light
that fell into the cabin from the
cockpit caused him to look up. Thro
the aperture two heavy sea boots
came into view, followed by a pa'ir
of corduroy trousers, a blue, close
fitting jersey with shrunken sleeves
and a .plump and swarthy ace, blu
ish around the chin where the beard
was shaven and topped by a black
cap with a shining visor.
"How does she block, Boss?” ask
ed Speed, as the man entered.
"Ze win’ die draw ver’ slow. I
tek you as'hore, feefteen dollar. Non?
"No,” was the gambler’s dry com
ment',
in’ up
where
The
"C’est
“With the price of wind go-
th'is way I reckon we’ll stay
we set.”
fisherman splayed his- hands,
la blague, quoi? I mek ze
feeshen’ one, two, tree, day. B’en”
he added in a quieter tone. "I tek
you back to Seattle, feefty dollar.”
“Go on, you 'horse-thief,” Speed
answered good-humoredly. “You’ve
got chuck enough in this wagon to
ride up to the fishbanks and back,
and it wouldn’t cost you five dollars.
How’ver, we ain’t goin’ to Seattle,
or fishin’ neither.”
(Continued next week)
PLUNGES 30 FEET INTO RIVER
A 11-year-old boy who some time
ago fell five feet and broke an arm,
fell 30 feet into a foot of
was not injured.
The unusual occurrence
at the Saltford bridge
Maitland river at the outskirts
Goderich. |The boy, Sammy Mabon,
was cycling down the steep approach
to the 'bridge when his bicycle got
out of control and crashed the guard
rail. He hurtled from his bicycle
over the edge of the bridge and fell
30 feet to the water, a foot deep at
that point.
'Sammy landed flat on his back,
stood up in the knee deep water, then
scrambled back up the river bank
and walked home, leaving the wreck
ed machine. After relating his ex
perience to his parents, Mr. and Mrs.
Sam Mabon, he was taken to a doc
tor. who pronounced him without in
jury. Sammy went out to play on
leaving the doctor’s office.
water and
topk place
over the
of
In it® attitude towards blind people
the sighted world is divided into two
groups, one which clings to the su
perstition that a person deprived
of his sight is utterly helpless, and
ones which hold an equally exagger
ated and opposite view to the effect
that there is nothing which cannot
be done by the blind. The common
expression amongst those who work
for the welfare of sightless people—
the most common expression is
"handicapped”, and when it is ad
mitted that a blind man is handi
capped, it is the same thing as say
ing that there are certain things be
yond his powers of accomplishment.
In listing some things that the blind
can do and cannot do, it must be
remembered that there may be odd
exceptions to many of the statements
made.
For instance, I would say that a
blind person .cannot shoot. 'That
does not mean that he cannot load
a gun and pull the trigger, but that
his aiming must, of necessity, be so
erractic, that it would be next to
impossible for him to bag any game.'
Yet my friend Leslie Ross, of Kin
ley, Saskatchewan, was returning to
his home one evening with a neigh
bor whom he had accompanied on a
goose-hunt. Darkness was falling
when the whirring noise made by
the appoach of a small flock
geese was heard. Ross’s compan
ion deplored the fact that it was too
dark for him to get a shot. "Give
me the gun,” said Ross, and as the
flock flew .close over their heads in
the gathering dusk, Roes let fly .both
barrels and a plump honker fell into
the grass a few rods away.
Blind men can (fish, but they can’t
bunt, they can swim, but they can
not navigate a ship. They can climb
mountains, but if they have any
sense, they will refrain from making
an occupation of it. They can light
a fire, but they cannot join a fire-
brigade. They can run a flat race
with the aid of certain appliances,
but the high jump and pole vault are
too much for them. They cannot
drive a car, but they can look after
a ifurnace. They can operate a type
writer, but they cannot keep a set
a books.
Sometimes one hears of a blind
man who can tell the different de
nominations of bank-notes, by the
feel of them. As a matter 'of fact,
there is a slight difference in the.
size o'f some bank-bills, and if a
slightless man is very adept with his
touch, he can sometimes put on what
looks like quite a remarkable .per
formance. He .cannot, of course,
feel the printed figures on the bills,
If he could, he would have- no diffi
culty whatever in reading an Ordin
ary newspaper, for the print on a
news sheet is many times coarser
than the fine engraving on a bill.
Dark hair is generally coarser
than light hair, and so it is possible,
at times, ifor a blind man to tell the
color of a horse. If he knows the
kind of horse bred in the part of the
country he is in, he might be gen
erally successful in guessing the
color. The legend that blind men
can feel colors is quite common in
some parts of the world.
A blind man cannot play cricket,
baseball, football, tennis or billardis
but he can play cribbage, golif,
bridge, dominoes, who’s got, poker,
and one or two instances of blind
men playing chess and checkers
have been know'n.
There is no musical instrument a
blind man cannot play if he has the
aptitude and the training. He can
dance and sing and whistle, but he
cannot walk the elack-wire, land an
aeroplane, perform an operation for
appendicitis or find fleas on a dog.
He can cook a meal out he cannot
carve a duck. He can tune a piano,
but he is never employed as a line
man on a
line. He
not box.
he cannot _
ideal .prisoner but a poor guard. He
can hammer nails, but he cannot
fill teeth. He can scrub the floor
but cannot paint the coiling. He can
sense a solid object before he strikes
it, but iif the object is a flying brick,
'he is out' of luck a® the warning
bense does not reach him until he is
too late to do anything about it.
Althogether the blind man can
lead a fairly interesting and pleas
ant existence as long as he is reliev
ed from the menace of poverty. The
activities of the Canadian Institute
for the Blind are aimed at making
blind people self-supporting. In this
endeavor the Institute require gen
erous public support.
You will be given an 'opportunity
to lend your support when the Wo
men's Institute of Exeter conducts
its first Annual Appeal in aid of the
Blind early in May.
of
high-tension transmission
can wrestle, but he can-
He can preach peace, but
go to war. He intakes an
PRESENTING FIRST OF THE
SILVER DOLLARS
Canada’s first silver dollar was
minted by Finance Minister Edgar
N, Rhodes, and carefully preserved
for1 transmission to King George
whose twenty-five year® of reign it
commemorates.
In the presence of J. H. Campbell
master of the Royal Canadian mint,
and other officials and some specta
tors, Mr. Rhode® lifted the lever on
the huge stamping machine and thus
was created the beautiful silver
piece that is to be known as the
"George Dollar After several other
pieces had been singly stamped to
go as souvenirs to the archives and
to the minister himself, the machine
was turned on full ispeed, throwing
out 33 or 40 coins per minute.
The first issue will total 100,000
it rains on my head. How long is this and by May 1, they will be if’ the
going to continue? I hands of banks throughout the Do-
Landlord"—What do you think I minion for general Issue to the pub-
am, a weather prophet? ijCr
Beginning May 1, the magistrate's
court, Goderich will be conducted in
new offices. The new rooms were
chosen at a meeting of the property
committee of Huron County Council
It will be a short trip for the mov
ing man, as the new site is directly
across the treet from the present one
on North street.
'The purchasing of filing equipment
for the registry office was referred
to the June session oif county council
All committee members were pres
ent, Reeve Elliott, Warden M. Sweit
zer and Reeves Mellick, McNall, Cro
sier and Archibald.
Dame Nature Knows
Tenant—The roof is so bad that
HURON ORCHARDS HAVE COME
THROUGH WJNTER VERY WELL
CLINTON—Huron County Agri
cultural Representative Ian McLeod
reporting on the condition of fruit
orchards throughout the county,
the prospects for a fruit crop
1935 contributes the following
formation;
Apple trees wintered well,
majority of growers rep-ort orchards
in good shape, with very little dam
age from frost. Some of the trees
damaged a year ago but not com
pletely destroyed may have suffered
some additional injury during the
past winter
extensive. Growers report a-
promising showing of fruit
particularly in the Fall apple
eties. A strong sucker growth
eating a healthy condition of
trees is noticeable in some orchards.
Pruning of trees is pretty well
completed, many orchards having
been pruned during the past two
months. Many apple trees which
were killed with the frost a year
ago have been cut out during the
winter. In the matter of fertilizer
Huron County growers do not use
a great deal of commerical varieties
in their orchards, relying mainly on
generous applications of barnyard
manure.
J. R. ’Stirling one of the more ex
tensive growers in Goderich town
ship, questioned by the Beacon-Her
ald representative regarding the
condition of his own orchard stated
that the prospects for the leading
Fall varieties such as Blenheims,
North Star and Mackintoshes never
was better. He could not however
forecast yet with a, degree of accur
acy regarding the later winter var-
ities.
Questioned with reference to the
number of trees killed in his orchard
a year ago Mr. Stirling stated that
the clean up of these during the
past winter produced upward of 75
cord of stove wood, and that in the
Sloan orchard in the concession op
posite some five-hundred cords were
cut up. This clean-up in the
chards is noticeable throughout
county and it' is estimated that
total cut amounts to thousands
cords. Fruit, spraying is extensively
carried on in Huron county resulting
in a high average of No, 2 apples.
and
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but such injury is not
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