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The Clinton News Record, 1938-07-07, Page 3THURS., JULY 7, 1938. THE CLINTON NEWS -RECORD WIJAT CLINTON WAS DOING, IN THE GAY NINETIES Do You Remember What Happened During The Last Decade \Of The Old Century? The Clinton Nrews-Record, July 7%, 1898. Mr. Ike Rattenbury leaves for the "otherside" next week, where his speedy pacer, Amnon Jim, has been entered in a number of Circuits. This horse is expected to give a good account of himself, and none of the Purees he will compete for are for less than ;$1000. Mr. Rattenbury does not intend to return for six Weeks. Mr. Pleuty has moved down his effects from Blyth and taken up his residence on Rattenbury street. Miss Edith Swallow, niece of M. G. Swallow, fell overboard from a boat at Bayfield Tuesday and was immersed where waters of the river and lake co -mingle. Mr. Jane Levy, of Little Eng- land is giving his house a thorough remodelling inside and out, putting! on a new roof and adding a kitchen.1 Sen Cole and A. Cook are doing the carpenter work, and A. Cantelon is mason. Jack Forester and Leslie and Fred Dowser returned Tuesday *pm Eng- land after a month's absence. They report having a very pleasant trip to and fro. Miss J. A. Combe, B.A. and Miss O'Neil left Monday for Owen Sound where they will take boat, the form- er to spend a few weeks with Mrs. (Dr.) David, nee Miss Josie Reeve, formerly of Clinton. Miss O'Neil will holiday in Manitoba. They went the C.P.R. route, and were ticketed through by Mr. W. Jackson. Miss Dingman, of the Collegiate staff returned to her home in Strat- ford Thursday, and all along the line was greeted by professional friends also joyous because of the long vacation ahead of them. Miss Alice ,,Stout of the Public School Staff is spending her holi- days at Lucan. The Clinton New Era, July 8, 1898. Mr. Jos. . Trewartha, of Sapperton, B.C., formerly of Goderich township, and brother of Mrs. J. Bean, was married on June .8th. to Miss Lizzie Johnson, of Sapperton "Shorty" Cantelon, who is an ex- pert angler, . went to Bayfield on Tuesday and captured the largest pike on record this season, which measured two feet three inches in length, and weighed over five lbs. ; Will Carter, late of Goderich or- gan factory, has bought out Sparl- ing's restaurant, Horace - Foster leaves on Monday to attend the annual meeting of the Photographers' Association in New York State, his photo gallery will be in charge of a competent man from Goderich. - Dr. McCallum, late resident phys- ician of the Royal Victoria Hospital, Montreal, 'has located here and rent- ed the office belonging to Dr. Dous- ley, Rattenbury street. He comes with good recommendations,,: and considerable experience, having been associated with the ablest profes- sors of McGill University. The following persons, who left on the burning of the Doherty fact- ory, have returned and resumed work there: R. Grisch, IL Gould, D. Smith, H. E. Rourke, P. J. Foster, J._ Ross, G. Russell, L. Adams, T. Ford. The following new men' have joined the staff: Lewis Eidt, Berlin; F. For- ster, Dundas; E. Wilfong, Berlin; F. McOharles, Walkerton. Col. Hoare, of the gravel road, north of town, has worked 'up a prof- itable business with his fruit farm. He has five acres in strawberries. In addition he is interested in apiary, having at present 80 hives of bees. He is also a thorobred stock raiser, having some fine Yorkshire and Tamworth \pigs. Then too he finds time to manufacture dulcimers, from the sale of which he derives a snug revenue. On Wednesday evening of last week, Mr. W. Edwards, of the 5th. concession, Goderich township, had the framework of his new barn rais- ed when everything passed off nicely. Sides were • chosen and captained by Messrs. John Sturdy and Robt. El- liott, the former winning by a couple of rafters. About midnight a severe storm arose and completed wrecked the framework, laying every stick flat on the ground, and all but splintering the sills. Mr. T. J. Powell, the .'popular teacher in S.S. Not 9, who has been visiting in this vicinity since school closed, will leave next week for his horn near Glenanan, where he will spend the rest of his vacation. Messrs. J. Ketchen and Wm. Simp- son of Brucefield returned from the Old Country last week where they had been with a load of cattle. The trip took 17 days going over and the same in .returning. This was slow travelling for these advanced times. =SNAPS41OT CUIL SUMMER CLOUDS AND SKIES 'e! Clouds help your outdoor pictures. U effect SUMMER is the ,outdoor season, t7 and one of the season's chief picture charms is its wonderfully rich blue skies against which cloud grasses stand out in magnificent full - :nese and contrast. Given two Pic- tures of identical subjects in which the sky appears, it's a safe wager that your attention will be held by the one effectively showing the clouds against a gray sky and not the one :with the unnatural andun- attractive fiat, white firmament.: • Here is the way to picture clouds and skies as your eye sees them:. load your camera with chrome type or panchromatic film, and slip a yellow colorfilter on your lens. The, diagram below shows how a yellow filter works—it preserves the sky tone,recording blue in the cor- se a color filter to record them more ively.. responding shade of gray instead of white. Thus, theclouds and sky are more dramatically recorded and much is added to the appeal of your picture.;• Summer clouds and' skies are pic torial studies in themselves. Try picturing clouds alone—the different types of cirrus and cumulus; fair - day clouds and stormy -weather clouds. Use the sky and clouds as\ background for your pictures of peo- ple. Work them into your landscape views. They give your pictures real- ity, and a warm, summery feel. Use your filter for all such pictures, 'In- creasing exposure according to the instructions that come with the fil- ter or with the film you use. Such practice pays rich enapshot dividends. 194 • John van Guilder, GO' SCENE K-1 FILTER FINAL PRINT Color filters are traffic cops. A yellow filter (K-1 or K-2) stops part of the blue light, so that in the print, blue shows up as. gray. Filters come in several colors, but a yellow K-1 or K-2 is what you want for general use. When The Present Century Was Young The Clinton New Era, July 10,'1913. Considerable excitement prevailed in Blyth today when it was learned that Herbert Dexter, aged 23, was under a cave-in in the gravel pit on Mr. Taman's farm adjacent to the town. The young . man was covered over with two feet of earth and how he escaped death was a puzzle to all who saw the cave-in. C. E. Dowding and his rink com- posed of J. Watt, Rev. C. E. Jeakins, and E. G. Courtice captured the tro- phy at the Goderich tournament on Wednesday of this week after a hard contest. J. Stevenson' took up a rink composed of W. Tozer, W. Grant and J. Nediger, but they only stayed one day. Mr. W. G. 'Wallace of Tuckersmith had a very close call during the re- cent thunderstorm.; He was carrying some cultivator hoes to the barn when a'flash•of lightning stopped him. He was dazed and could not drop the hoes. After a while feeling was re- stored, and he was able to reach the barn. He is still very sore from .the effects. Mr. Amos Francis of Usborne, has accepted an appointment from the Dominion minister of agriculture. His work will take him through the county testing thorobreds as to cream and butterfat. He receives $1,200 a year and all expenses. Mr. William Sneath, baggage master.' on the London, Huron and $ruse received painful injuries when he dropped a heavy trunk on his foot while unloading the other day. Mr. W. B. Scott, wife and daughter of Toronto, were here last week, Mr. Scott is an old New Era employee, and his sister, Miss Scott, who has resided here for years, will move to. Toronto. Mr. and Mrs. Jacob Taylor left for Winnipeg and other Western points on Tuesday morning. During Mr. Taylor's absence his business will be attended to by his son, W. B. Taylor. The Clinton News -Record, July 10, 1913. Major H B. Combe, who was in command of the Huron Regiment at the recent camp in London, will be- come Colonel in September. Major Combe joined the Regiment when a boy in knickers and has for twenty- four yearsbeen an officer. In Mil- itia affairs in general, those' per- taining to Hurons in particular, he has always been deeply interested. Miss I3tta McBrien, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Harry McBrien of the Base line, has just been successful in passing with honors the junior or grade three examination in connec- tion with the Toronto Conservatory of Music and is to be congratulated upon .her progress. Messrs. A. T. Cooper, W. H. Hell- yar, R. E. Manning and H. S. Chap- man went out to the Methodist lawn social at Londesboro on Tuesday ev- ening. Mr. Harry Twitchell took them out in his car and came back for another load. Mr. and Mrs E Floody and Miss Olive came up from Toronto with the Old Boys on Saturday. Mr. Floody took the auto trip through the county. Mrs. Floody returned to Toronto, but Miss Floody is remaining in Clinton with friends this week. Mr. D. S. Kemp,' of the teaching staff of the Ottawa Public schools, spent the weekend with his wife and family here. Mr. Kemp is travelling in Perth county for the summer and will probably be a frequent visitor here. Mr. Bert Sloman, who has been teaching in the North Country since the New Year is now holidaying at his home in town. Mrs. Harry Rutledge and - Miss Maude of New Liskeard are visiting the former's sister, Mrs. David Steep and other friends. in town. Mr. Roy East of the Royal Bank Staff, Winnipeg) has been home dur- ing the past week, having been called home on account of the serious ill- ness of his mother. A 'POLITICAL STORY There is a story going the rounds at present which, whether true or not, should be good for a laugh. It was in Northern Ontario where the Grits had a special stronghold. The teacher said: "Who gave us our wond- erful highways?" Johnny's hand went up "Mitch Hepburn." "Who gave us our fine bridges?" Again Johnny an- swered "Mitch Hepburn," "Who gave us cheaper license plates so that we all might drive a' car?" and Johnny piped up "Mitch Hepburn" Changing the theme the teacher said, "Who gave us the beautiful green trees and the lovely spring flowers?" This time the minister's son answered "God". Johnny turned in his seat, gave the youngster a dirty look and said, "Gwan, ye dirty Tory.", The three per cent income tax lev- ied by Mexico on shipments of goods from Canada has now been removed as from Jane 2, 1938. Family Reunions BUTT RE -UNION Butt reunion, held at Barbour Park, Goderich on Saturday,- July 2, was the scene of a connection of over '100 descendants of the Butts'. The oldest 'gentlemen, Mr. Willian Butt, of Kippen, age 86 and Mr. Mark Butt of Cottam,' Ontario, ` age 75, are the last of the older generation. It was an all -day enjoyment for young and old as they started to ar- rive long before noon and ketween 60 and 70 sat down to a Hot Chicken Pie dinner. The afternoon was spent in play- ing soft ball, races, chatting, etc. A very interesting part of the day was the raffle of a valuable silver plate with "Butt Reunion, 1938" engraved •and the lucky ticket went to Helen Ball, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Les- lie Ball, Londesbora. The winners of the races were as follows:. boys and girls race, under 5, Helen Ball, Dennis Penfound; boys 5 to 10, Kenneth Vodden, Billy Gib- bings; girls 5 to 10, Jean Gibbings, Thelma Shobbrook; girls 10 to 16, Dolly Boyce, Roxie Ball; young mar- ried womens race, Mrs. Norman Wright; young man's race, Fred Wescott; married men's race, W. H. Philips; women's slow walk, Mrs. Philips; men's slow walk, Sidney Smith; egg throwing contest, Mrs. Philips and Paul Philips; ladies over 40 shoe kicking race, Mrs. Smith, Mrs. Siddall; young ladies shoe kick- ing race, Mrs. P. Gibbings, Mrs. H. Philips. Those present were from Detroit, Clinton, Hamilton, Stony Creek, Hen- son, Kippen, Stratford, Toronto, Denfield, Windsor, Blyth, Seaforth, Gotham, Londesboro,. Holmesviile, Auburn, Goderich. Butt reunion to be held at Harbour Park, Goderich first Saturday in July 1939. Committees appointed were man- aging committee, president, Thomas Butt, Kippen, secretary -treasurer, Amos Ball, Auburn, assistant sec- treas., W. H. Mew, Goderich, sports committee, Bert Wescott, Stoney Creek, James Petty, Hensel], Miss Flossie Bateson, Bay City, Michigan. POTTER PICNIC The 13th annual Potter 'Picnic was held last Friday, July 1st, at Munro church sired. Owing to the damp day, we were forced to stay inside, but the shed was so large, there was plenty of room, even for car capac- ity. About 61 members of the Pot- ter family sat down to well -laden ta- bles, of salads, sandwiches, pies, cookies and tarts. Before leaving the tables, a short business meeting was held, during which new officers for the coming year were appointed. Af- ter dinner various sports were fn dulged in such as races for young and old, and bingo. Ice create was serv- ed about 5.30, after which everyone said their good-byes and journeyed to their various homes, with memor- ies of a day well spent. Merdbers of the Potter family were present from Woodstock, Stoney Creek, Springford, Mitchell, Clinton, Dun- lop and Goderich. BOLTON-REUNION- On OLTON REUNIONOn Friday, July 1. 1938 the Bolton family held their reunion at Harbour Park, Goderich, with 38 members of the different families present. From eleven to twelve o'clock cars began to make their way to Harbour Park bearing members of the Bolton clan. After' the greetings were aver lunch was served and the sports were soon in full swing. These consisted. of numerous games and contests, in which everyone took part, directed by Glen McKnight. The prize for the largest family on the grounds was won by Mr. h Bolton. The bean gues sing contest was won by Mrs. W. Humphries. The races for children under six was won by Bobby Mon- aghan; under ten, Jack McKnight; under fourteen, Clifford Elliott; mar- ried men's race was won by- Lorne Elliott; young men's race, Earl Bol- ton; young women's race, Beth Shan- non; three legged race, Mrs. H. Monaghan and Glen McKnight, clothes pin race, Mary Humphries and Bert Gliddon; necktie race, Ruth and Jim Elliott; ladies time race, Mrs. A. Dodds; driving the nails, Mrs. W. Humphries; dropping clothes pin, Mr's. I. Bolton. The prize was won by Miss Dorothy Bolton for find- ing the mysterious Miss Bolton who was in' the crowd, The mysterious lady was Miss Helen Elliott, A. ball game followed in which everyone en- tered with much enthusiasm. Boat riding was then enjoyed after which ' the officers were elected for the following year: pares., Mr. Bert Gliddon, Clinton; vice.-pges., Mr. Robt. Campbell, Winthrop; sec.-treas. Mrs. W. Humphries, Walton; sport committee, Miss Reta Campyell, God- erich, Mr. Jim Elliott, . Atwood, Mr. Russell Bolton, Winthrop, ,Mr. Glee McKnight, Exeter. A sumptuous sup- per wag served by the ladies which everyone who partook of it thor- oughly enjoyed. A hearty 'vote of thanks was extended to the officers and sport committee:: Those who at- tended from a distance were Miss Evelyn Knipper, Miss Dorothy Bolton and Mr. William Bolton, all from Rochester, N.Y., and Mr. and Mrs. A. Dodds, Listowel This Side Of A Bridge By A. C. Livingston (Member Story Tellers' Cl'ub), 1 Anne listened. Faintly across the f Anne's part in that long ago even - valley came the rattle of a caterpil-1Ing's conversation had been a minor lar tractor and the rumble of wagon one for the young engineer had re - wheels. The noise struck strangely vealed a' talking acquaintance with over the quiet landscape. , !literature and John Carmichaei had Anne might have been forty; per- engaged, him deeply unmindful of haps a few years less. Her hair,1 the hour grown late. Finally Anne drawn straight back, was touched had excused herself to set out a bite. with grey, and her features express -Ito eat. . ed the composure of a kindly wo- "How long will it take to replace man. As she stood pondering the the bridge?" John. Carmichael had cause of the commotion there came asked. into her eyes an eager light. But "Two weeks 'anyway."' she smiled wisely and `lulled the "Then come back often; come back hope that was stirring. every night when your day's work Paralleling the 'plain wire fence is done." that bounded her flower bed and "I don't want to wear out a wel- lawn to the south of her big white come," the younger man had laughed, house, a gravel road wound down- glancing in Anne's -direction. ward in sweeping curves into the '"Wo will be glad to have you" valley. Perhaps a •mile distant the she had confirmed simply. road lifted to the opposite range oft Anne and her father had stood in hills, thin and white on the far -hill- the doorway when Jim Walker left side and ascending to the crest where late that night. His voice had come back to them out of the darknesss, "I forgot to get your answer about the milk and butter,"' he laughed. "Anne's the boss," John Carmich- ael'had answered. "Can we supply what they need, Anne?'' "In what quantities?" she had asked. Again the boyish laugh had come noon, when wild canaries darted a- from behind the gate. "I will have mong the poplars, -and bees hummed to ask the cook about that." their drowsy 'song, Anne sometimes caught a glimpse of that beautiful He had come back each night, and world and was strangely moved for on leaving had taken with him what a passing moment. fresh produce was required for the camp. .And he had come one hot Of course Anne knew every yard night that marked completion of the of the gravel road for fifteen miles bridge. He asked John Carmichael distant; knew the normal landscape if he would like to see the work of that lay beyond the opposite range the bridge builders, but Anne's fath- of hills; but factual knowledge did er had declined. not spoil, entirely, the beauty that "It's hot tonight" he had said, she could read into the paradise of "and the hills are . a bit too , much her childhood dreaming. for my legs. I'll drive down some Three hundred yards from where other time. But take Anne to see the gravel road curved out of view your bridge." below Anne's house, stretching level) She had gone with Jim and had for a distance of half a mile along seen the new bridge but dimly out - the floor of the valley through which lined, since it was almost dark. It flowed a small river. A wooden' was quite dark and, ominously still bridge had spanned the stream to' when they had climbed the gravel give continuity to the road between' toad from the valley back to Anne's the two parallel ranges of hills. house. There had come between them And as Anne listened to the in- an awkward incapacity for speech. creasing rattle of the tractor shed"Tell pre," he had asked after a was recalling sketchily what had heavy silence, "about your world be - happened in the years that had pas -I gond the hills, Anne." sed since the spring -flooded river „Oh it's just some of father's non - had torn the wooden bridge from its moorings, had broken through the' sense," she had declared. ribbon of highway that led to the "Was it a beautiful world?" hills beyond, "A child's world is always lovely." That was more than twenty years There was a slight tremor in his ago; Anne well knew the exact num- 'voice as he continued: "And the road ber. When the bridge was swept to that beautiful world is broken." away there had come the' sound of 1 "You're talking like father now," men's voices, of clanking chains, Anne had said.„—But the road is mended liow, neighing horses and the pounding of mallets on stakes, That long ago A. new bridge is there so that you afternoon she had hurried her house- may cross to your beautiful world, work and gone to a prominence that Anne,” afforded a clear view of the valley. The girl was silent as they stopped She saw tents below, and men and at the gate. horses at work. A new bridge was "What I mean," he continued, "is being built. that a girl must—'. His voice, The same night Anne talked with modulated,' but with a growing trem- her father about the bridge builders or of excitement in it, broke. "Anne" in the valley and he had teased her he had pleaded abuptly, "I love you." —for he was a bookish man—about, He drew her to hint and lifted her the need of a quick mending of the face. , "Do you love me, Anne?" break in the gravel road that led to! She had answered quietly, though. her far-off world. Remembering her heart was beating so that her still, she thought of the house after' breathing was diffidult: "Yes, Jim, sundown that night, when the oil I love you," And she gave back the lamps were lit in the house; when) first kiss of her only lover. heavy footsteps were unexpectedly1 He was as a poet in his new on the walk that led to the kitchen strength. "The bridge is built,Anne, door. Anne's father had been ab -I he had said, "for us to cross your sorLied in his book but Anne had' enchanted world." Then, to his con - heard. She ,had called to him when sternation he had found her crying. the knock sounded and he had slowly "What is it, Anne?" he had ques- put aside his glasses and gone to tioned gently. the door. "I' can't go with you, Jim, she had In the lamplight that fell through answered.' the doorway a man had stood. He He realized intuitively, why. "Your was under thirty, and wore riding breeches and mud stained high boots. "Sorry," he had apologized, "to disturb you. I am Jim Wacker in charge of the bridge gang below. Weil need fresh milk, butter ,And eggs. It's the cook's job to arrange these things, but I was out for a walk and saw your light and thought I might try 'my skill as commissary," "Come right in, sir," Anne's father had invited cordially. "I suppose you have had your supper?" The big. fellow entered. "Yes, thank you." Anne's father's eyes had twinkled. "I'm John Carmichael," he said ex- tending his hand:, This is my daught- er, Anne," Then, waggishly, "Anne's been a bit worried about the bridge." Anne explained hurriedly "When I was a little girl, Mr. Walker,/I used to imagine that the gravel road ac- ross the bridge led to an enchanted world hidden beyond the' hills, Fath er still teases me about it." "A very grave situation, indeed; Anne's paradise inaccessible with the bridge gone." The old man led the engineer into the one untidy room of the . house --his den—in which Anne never was able to main- tain any degree of order.`, PAGE 3` won the farther hills and; passed from hes' lonely vision. Arnie listened. The caterpillar' tractor rattled to a stop and voices directing .operations came froin the valley faintly. And driving his old( ,buggy along the gravel road near Anne's gate was the mailman. 'Good mornin', Anne. Nothin' for you today. But there's do'n's in the neighborhood. Men down there—" He pointed in the direction of the. valley." —are settin' up camp- They're goin' to tear down the old:; bridge and build a cement one." He. delivered this information without bringing his horse to a atop, and the news imparted, waved his •buggy" whip in token of good-bye. • All that afternoon the air Anne breathed seemed surfeited w.itkm. dread. She sought, relief from her forebodings in work about the house rather than among her flowers, and. so did not notice a young man ap- proaching the kitchen door.. He lift- ed an unshapely fedora from his head. "Excuse me, Ma'am. I'm the bridge I gang's cook. We need' butter' and milk and eggs for ,the men." "Please come into the house," Anne. invited. She seemed suddenly, years older, yet deliberately she, steadied her voice. "What will you needi?.'" she asked. The young 'fellow grinned. "First," he said, "before any of the others; down there gets looked after, I want. to arrange ` for a quart of buttermilk: every day for the boss." Anne : started. She forced herself' to ask, "Why buttermilk for the. boss?" "Bad, stomach: gas did it to him int France." "Sure," Again, quickly: "Does he suffer' much?" 1 ``_Coughs a lot. Guess sleeping its. tents isn't too good for him." Anne went to the cool pantry and dipped a three quart pail of butter- milk from a large stone crock. "It's. 'freshly churned," she said, "I hope he will like it." She had intended to aslenext how - much butter was needed. Instead she startled herself by inquiring abruptly,,, "What is your boss's name?" ( "Jim Walker; he's swell." I Apparently calm, Anne packed but- ter and eggs for the young fellow' to take away, and filled a second) pail with sweet milk. After the boy went, time dragged slowly. Dusk was shading the valley as she closed the gate behind her and followed the gravel road. Jim was standing near the . old bridge, so preoccupied that' he didn't hear her approach. She saw that his hair now was grey; but so solid he looked, stand- ing with folded arms and legs apart that Anne suddenly, afraid. She: stood still. 1 For a minute or two neither mow- ed; then Jim coughed. It was ai dry cough and it rid Anne of all her; fear. She called, "Jim", and ran to him, Calling again, "Jim—you're sick:" I His coolness surprised and hurt her. "A little," he admitted. "Not I much." "Jim- you were gassed; does it: hurt you much7" "Not much: It's good to see you, again Anne, after—" he smiled' shyly, awkward at her finding him a weakling—. `well, after so much water has flowed under the old. bridge " "But the old bridge is down, Jim. I wonder if I should be glad that. you built it of wood?" They unconsciously had drawec away and had found a quiet spot on 'the river bank. He took her hand.. "That 'was the bridge you wouldn't: cross," he laughed. "Father needed me most then,. Jim." There. was instant sympathy' in his voice. "Your father has gone?"' "Nearly fifteen years." She felt the understanding pres- sure of •his hand until a seizure of coughing turned him from her. Anne listened "to his difficult breathing; saw him draw back into his shell of !reserve, But in his very weakness she found courage. "Jim," she asked, "Do you stair love me?" As though he were hurt he cried) out, "Stop it, Anne!" Then, after s moment's silence, his. breathing stilt difficult, he confessed, "There never was anyone but you, Anne." "Then build your bridge, dear; "she counselled in her triumph; "Build it strong to last a thousand"d, years if you like. And when yout. have done that, let the bridge build- ers go, and take me with you, Jim; not over the new bridge, but back along the gravel road to ourhouse, and there you will grow strong again.. The End,. it lost itself. The gravel road was old. Anne as a little girl had remembered it; childlike had created a gypsy's world for it to traverse beyond the farther hills; an unexplored paradise of verdant landscape, singing waters and sunshine. Now, when the sum- mer sun was high in the early after - father ---0." "He hasn't many years left, Jim; I. couldn't leave him alone." Then thunder had reverberated along the valley, with vivid light- ning. Heavy rain followed. Next morning the sky was deeded and sullen. %From the verandah of her house Anne heard the muffled rattle of, chains and the receding rumble ofd the wagon wheels. Presently men and horses had em- erged ghost-like, from 'the mist that lay deep in the valley; had ascended een-.�cCcei-��Ara.rle rssi✓�.i�✓cirr✓� THE WORLDS GOOD NEWS ` will come to your home every day through 6 THE CHRISTIAN SCIENCE MONITORh, i An International Daily Newspaper It records for 5011 the world's clean, constructive doings. 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