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Problems with
water for
non-rcsidents
Letters to 14 residences south of the village in Ashfield
and West .Wawanosh Townships warning that Lucknow,
will no longer supply water once the deteriorating water
main is no longer considered acceptable, 'places the
• residents, and the three municipalities between a rockand .
a hard place. . • • • •
•LaYing the mainbeyond the village boundary, 'as the
1952 Lucknow council agreed to do with the provision that
future cotuicil8 could not 'be committedlo cont nue to sup-
ply water beyond the original waterline's life expectancy,
• is a move today's municipal councils would, refuse to even
• consider, let alone fund and construct. ' • , ,
. "It 'seems pretty cruel to cut people off water," said
Reeve. George Joynt: But he agreed, as did the rest of
council,'When Councillor Ab Murray said, "It's not our
tentzon to cut people off, we can't be responsible for The
main." . • • .
,The village cannot afford to place the inch and a quarter
pipe, estimated to be more than 1,000 feet by the reeve and
• council during theSept. 10 councilmeeting.
Water rates: received from the townShiphomes were
roughlyestimated at $1,400per year, far too little to
• justify water main in .replaCement. A Councillor Herb
Clarke said, it isn't fair to have village ratepayers footing
the bill for township residents. .
• It was suggested that a meeting take place between the
" three municipalities to encourage the townships to con-
• struct or main, but, . council also agreed that West
Wawanosti and Ashfield would probably refuse to -consider
a program. •
The owners of the 14 homes should encourage the two
. townships to investigate 'any funding from •the various
ministries, and shOuldbe prepared to foot smile ,of the bill
• themselves if, costs.aren't exhorbitant. Each landowner is
already looking at drilling a . well: to supply themselves
with water and drilling' costs can ht several thousand
dollars. Either way, the residents are going to be out a lot
• of money/and the municipalities have a difficult political
• and financial, decision to make. '
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•
. Candy McDonald oyes her pony
Anne Murdoch was almost an exact copy
of her mother - possessive, cunning, and
prepared to go to any lengths to attain her
selfish ends. The fact that she had brazen-
ly lied to obtain employment at the farm of
/Sir Alexander MacDougal, did not trouble
her conscience. Neither did she care that
her conniving schemes had placed young
Allan Livingstone in a very unhappy post -
tion. If she had paid a little more attention
to the teachings of the Reverend Duncan
MacLeod, she might .have remembered
one of his warnings: "Be sure your sins
willfinclyou out!"
But typical of irresponsible youth, Annie
was.too headstrong and naive to foresee
the dangers which arise out of selfishness
and deceit. She had a secret pleasure by,
working as a servant for the MacDougals -
Colonel MacDougal's son was obviously
aware of her charms from the very mo-
ment he set eyes upon her. After all, she
. was a very ph y gladly attractive woman,
and this feminine asset, Annie was deter-
mined to eXploit to the full. Having found a
new interest, she saw less and less ofpoor
Allan. In fact, she made it quite 'plain she
no longer had the slightest affection. for
• him. She had set her Sights upon a far
greater prize - Sir Alexander's son- and
heir!
Allan Livingstone was bitterly disap-
pointed that Annie had used him merely to
satisfy her own whims. It was obvious she
could not even be trusted as a friend, and
the notion of ever taking her as a wife was
• .now absolutely out of the question.
In his role as a stable hand; Allan"s work
would have been impOsSible, without the
fatherly guidance of the Irish groom. He
was a man not easily fooled and knew from
' the start that the, lad had little experience
• with horses, if in 'faCt he had ever handled
one before in his life. .
"You told the Colonel you were brought
• up wi' 'orses, so, you did," the groom said
one day. in exasperation. "Oh rnother o'
• God, its a wicked liar that you
At that moment, Allan felt extremely
guilty, frustrated and not a 'little sorry for
himself. He just had to talk t� somebody,
and it was a great relief to tell the truth
about himself and his "sister".
"Annie is , no relation tde me. We ran
away taegether. I thought she cared frae
me but I see new, I Was just a means frae'
, her tae leave hame,. Allan said, with tenrs
rising in his eyes. • ,
• "Tell me boyo. Since you do not know a,
• horse from a nanny goat, how do you ex-
• pect to earn a living? If I had not protected
you, the colonel would have kicked your
backside down the road, on the first day
you came here, so he would." •
Allan pulled himself up to his full height
and stuck out his chest. •
"I am a stonemason; sit, and.a good one,
even though I, do say it miser. When there
Is building tae be done, I can hold mi ain
wi' any man!"
The Irislutian felt pity for the lad. He
grasped him by the arm and looked intent-
• ly into' his face. •
"Why don't yous go back home to .your
mother and father. Forget about the
lassies 'until you know a little more about
'em. Stick to your work lad, and next time
you see a pretty face, try not to let your
heart run away wi' your head!"
. Allan shook off the man's grasp and
• walked to the stable door so he would not
see the tears running down his face.
am an orphan, sir. My people died
long agO."
The Irishman came up to him and put his
arm around his shOulders. •
•-But ' you must have friends
• somewhere?"
"It's hard tae make friends when ye.'re
inoVin' frae place tae place," Allan said.
'But there was one man who I think might
hae Called me a friend. He said he would.
feed and shelter me during the winter,
when I was not working."
' "If I were you mi boyo, I'd be after going
to that man and staying with hilm A friend
in need is a friend indeed:"
"But what about the colonel;\ sir? Whk• t
would he say if I told him I waS goin' t e
• leave?"
The Irishman laughed out loud. "When I
tell him how much you know about *set.,
he'll likely give you a golden guinea just to
get rid of you. But tell me lad -where will
you go?" •
Allan smiled for' the first time. "I shall
gae tae the ohly realihaine I ever knew - I
shall gae back tae liedtreO!`,'