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"The Sepoy Town"
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1985
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.Increase conquered
•Lucknow,.:residents, will be paying the same amount in
taxes to keep ttie village running as they did last year, a feat
• of council which is all too rare in these days of accepted
increases.
Last year Council set the mill rate at 14.952 for residential
taxpayers and 17.590 for commercial payers and the rates
remain unchanged for 1985's budget. In fact, according to
Reeve George Joynt, the village has remained between the
,14 and 15 mill rate points since 1977, eight years.
In the meantime the village hasn't suffered for programs
to upgrade the roads system, has managed to help pay for a
medical centre and is looking ahead to develop a sewage
• system for a part of the village with an eye to eventual
expansion for the whole municipality. "
Meanwhile, to Complete programs in 'municipalities
across the province, increases for tax demands have
gradually levelled out to about five per cent, with school
boards usually requesting more.
Joynt attributes this remarkable record to the fact that the
village has a good Working arrangement with Kinloss,
Ashfield and West W awanosh, the three townships on its
borders. •
Naturally, there have been disagreements between the
four municipalities but their continued efforts have brought
about a level of services and recreation in the area,
particularily the arena, the medical centre and the fire
department, not usually found in a community this size.
Joynt also points to a relatively new skill developing
ainongst councillors and clerks as being responsible for
mud' of Lucknow's tax rate success.
With the provincial and federal governments placing
more responsibility on the local level, More programa have
to be financed with local money or be left undone, or,, a
patient and dedicated individual or group with some time to
spare can read through the reams of information from the
senior levels of government on their grant programs.
•There are myriads of' programs from each ministry and
department, all with their varying criteria for acceptance,
and some with surprising amounts of money to be assigned.
There is also a surprising amount of red tape to batter
• through. •
• But the results are worth it, as the quality of life hi
LucknOw shows with roads and a storm sewer System almost
completed, an adequate number of essential services and
• good recreation facilities, with viable plans for irnprove-
• ments in the works.
Council • should be commended for their efforts to
Maintain the delicate equilibrium between ongoing pro-
grams and digging up the finances to pay for them.
06,,,.s.t4Thek,:64$*0
Bonnie, left, 'and Ilnda Sinnett show the grace and
dignity it takes to take titles in a fair queen competition.
• The Kintail sisters, the Second Runner Up and Miss
Friendship, respectively, good naturedly allowed them-
• selves to be badgered into the watermelon seed spitting.
contest, along with Denise Maize, Fair Queen; and Vicki
• Pentland, First Runner Up. • (Photo by James Friel)
ft' was a weird, foreboding night, or so it
seemed to Anne Murdoch as she lay in her
bed wrestling with the miserable thoughts
which filled her mind. A ghostly wind
.rustled the dying leaves on the maples, and
• from somewhere far in the distance came
the mournful sounds of a cattle beast in the
last moments of labour. Anne slipped out
of the covers and tip -toed to the open
window. When the dark clouds cleared the
face of the moon,the stark outline of the
new house appeared - the structure on
which Allan Livingstone had worked so
diligently. Tbmorrow, that stone ediface
would be all that remained to remind her of
his young, sincere face - an image iiihich
would remain in her heart forever. She
crept back to her.bed and cried herself to
sleep.•
Early the next morning, Allan aune back
to the new house to collect his tools. He
couldn't bear the thought of leaving
without saying goodbye to Anne, .so he
plucked up courage to confront the domin-
eering Mrs. Murdodi for the last time.
"Goodmorning tae ye missus," he said,
almost trembling at the sight of her. "ru
be, leavin' the noo, saw could I please hae
• word wi' ye daughter before I gae?"
,.."She's no here - she'll be milldn' this
time o' day," Mrs. Murdoch said sharply.
"Would ye mind if I gae tae ye Bann •
then?"
• Katie Murdoch was greatly relieved to
hear this ragamuffin was leaving. It was,
only because of that fact that she condes-
cended • to allow him access to her
' daughter.
•"Ye may go," she said in a patronizing
manner. "But dinna stay mare than a wee
while - my lass hae work tae do!"
On his way down to the barn, Allan tried
to rehearse his farewell speech but he need
• not have bothered. There was no sign of
Anne anywhere in the barn and the cows
were lowing to be relieved of the contents
of their swollen udders. Perhaps, Allan
thought, she Was deliberately avoiding
him. He returned to the stone house;
gathered his tools together and sadly
walked away from Redtrees forever.
, On his way to the sixth line, Allan took
the usual pedestrian shortcut through a
piece of uncleared bush: He intended to
• make his way south to 'Toronto, hopefully
begging rides with farmers and carters he
Might meet on the way. &grossed in these
thoughts, he did not immediately see the'
figure of a girl who suddenly appeared
from behind a large tree. When he looked
up and saw Anne Murdoch standing before
him, he was flabbergasted.
"Och lass, ye startled me," he said.
"What in the world are ye doin' here?"
Anne .Murdoeh was obviously excited
and distressed. She had • difficulty in
speaking:
"Ye're no leavin' wi'out me, Allan liv-
ingstone - rm goin' wi' ye," she said in a
flustered but determined voice. "ru no be
tormented by my mother any mare. If ye
willna take me, I shall hae tae gae on my,
own!"
Allan was delighted that she showed so
much interest in him, but was terrified of
the thought of abducting a girl from her
parents.
• "Ye're loony lass," he gasped. "The
law would be after me frae enticing ye awa.
In any case, ft wouldna take 'em long tae
catch up wi' us." 1,
"Dinna fash yesel," 'Anne said peevish-
ly. "There's nought anybody can do -
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we're mare than twenty-one - the both o'
us. An' 'they'll never find us. They'll think
• we took the road tae Toronto - but I'can fool
em, easy. I ken this country and the bush
around it like I ken the back o' mi' hand."
Allan was amazed at the girl's craft and
• ingenuity. The sudden realization of her
scheming mind left him speechless.
"Ye'd best make ye mind up," she said
impatiently. "I hae tae go back an' milk
yon -COWS, afore mi' mother knows I'm
missin'. '
/ She looked at him for a reply but Allan
was lost for word.
"Listen. tae me," .she said. "Wait here
until it's dark and dinna let anybody see
ye. When ye think everybody is asleep in
their beds, make ye way back tae -the new
house and wait free me there. As soon as I
can, I'll join ye and bring enough food an'
clothes frae the journey. If I dinna find ye
• Waitinr frae me, J shall go my ain way!"
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