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The Clinton News Record, 1937-08-26, Page 2PAGE 2 THE CLINTON NEWS -RECORD THURS., AUG. 26, 19 7. LOST w CE" ed to him that almost everything he remembered—the Game from first to last aboveall—had pointed to but one ijtiring And then again he would all at once feel that ho was a :fool and had better keep his head steady. Mar- co,' he knew, had no wild fancies. He had learned too lunch and his mind was too' well balanced. He did not try to "work out things." Ho only thought of what he was under orders to do. "But." said The Rat ammo than once in these midnight hours, "if it ever comes to a draw, whether he is -to be saved or I am, he is the one that Must come to no harm. Killing can't take long and his father sent me with him." This thought passed through his mind as the tramming feet went by. As a sudden splendid burst of ap- proaching music broke upon his ear, a' queer look twisted his face. He realized the contrast between this day and that first morning behind the churchyard, when he, had sat on his platform among the Soual and looked up and saw Marco in the arch at the end of the passage. And because he had been good looking and had held himself so well, he had thrown a stone at him. Yes—blind gutter -bred fool that he'd been:—his first greeting to Marco had been a stone, just because he was what he was. ' As they stood here in the crowd • in this far-off for- eign city, it did not seem as if it could be true that it was he who had done it, t would He managed to work himself closer If we have your Iirghnesse's per- „ with • members in 'many I;uropear'`please her' " � t d? By Frances Hodgson ', virnett SYNOPSIS' Marco Loristan was the kind of a boy people looked at the second time ''when they had looked at him once. die was a• well-built boy of 12, intelli- gent looking, and well-mannered. He ,and his father had travelled a great •,seat and the boy was proficient in .several languages, so that he felt at +home in whatever couutcy he was staying. Marco knew that they were Samavians, that there was trouble 'and bloodshed in Samavia at present. &fie father had told him the story of ••th'e Lost Prince, who might one day "•cleturrt to Saniavia and restore order .and peace. At present the Loristan's 'are In London, England, and . Marco 'had encountered several interesting • gaebple, among them, "The Rat," a -•crippled boy who eommands,a group •ef willing boys the boys listen at- tentively as Marco speaks to them. Later Loristan and Marco have a long talk about Samavia, and the Lost i Prince, who had disappeared five to play a part in his life. Events which follow irrove her to be an'eneiny ,agent, and by a clever trick Marco is captured and closely questioned, but reveals' nothing of shat he knows Later he escapes, and shortly afterward he and The Rat are sent out: as agents of the Cause to varioas cities, where they are to communicate with various per - Sons, By various methods of approach they have passed along the pass- word, "The' Lane .is' lighted,', and 'laughing' face became eche _g we and 'for. a moment lobked even eau ions. Marco 'knew it was because he was startled to find them only boys. He made a step ;forward to look at them more closely, I "The Lamp "i's lighted! And you two bear the Sign!" he exclaimed. Marco stood out in the fire glow that he might see him well. He saluted :With respect, :"My name is Marco Loristan, High- nese," he said. "And my father sent rise," have just contacted a' young shoemak- 1. The change which came upon his er by pretending to .meed a pair of face then was even greater than at shoes. They say they cannot wait'first, For a second, Marco, even felt until they are made, but must go on that there was a flash of alarm in it. s I n tl e w rd Bat almost. at- once that passed, "Loristan is a great'man and a great patriot," he said. "If he sent NOW GOr ON WITH THE STORY , you, it is'because he' knows you are "She thinks I ought to stand be the one safe messenger. Be has worked too long for Samavia riot .to , hind your chair as Lazarus estandS know what he does." ' behind your father's," he said to'Marco saluted again. He knew Marco. `Perhaps an Aide ought to; lhundred years ago. A secret society,' do it Shall I? I believe .z what rt was rsght to say next.• 'countries, were preparing to put his i ' A Bearer of the Sign is not a descendant on the throne of Sama-. royal person," answered Marco. "My •via'aid end the civil 'wars and blood-, father would not like it—and 1 should 'ehed in the country. At a meeting not. We are only two boys." .of the Squad, The Rat forms a sec -I It was very wonderful •when, after' wet society for Samavia among them-, their supper was over, they all three ! selves• sat together before the fire. The Rat's father dies, and Loristan, The red glow of 'the bed of wood- , invites the lad to live with him and coal and the orange yellow of the ' Marco. The two boys plan to aid I flame from' the big Iogs filled the the cause of the Lost Prince. Marco,! while on an errand, assists a young lady in distress, who seems very in -1 terested in him. She seems destined , The Clinton News -Record With which is Incorporated THE NEW EIA TERMS OF SUBSCRIPTION 11JiU new year in advance, to Cana- dian addresses. $2.00 to the U.S. or ether foreign countries. No paper (discontinued until all arrears are paid 'unless at the option of the publish- -cr. 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'Going East, depart 7.oi3 a.m. (Intng.East, depart 3.00 p.m. 'Going West, depart 11.45, p.m. 'Going West, depart 10.00- p.m.- Lendon, Huron ac Bruce eGoing North, ar. 11,25 lye. 11.47 p.m. elteing South ar. 2.50, leave 3.08 p.m. room with warm light, which made a mellow background for the figure of the old woman as she sat in"her low chair and told then more and snore enthralling stories. ra g tor. Her eagle eyes glowed and her .long neck held her head splendidly high as she described great feats of courage and endurance or almost sup- erhuman' daring in aiding those in !awesome peril, and, when she glow- ed most in the telling, they always knew that the hero of the_adventure had been her foster -child who was Ithe baby b.orn a great noble and neo. the throne. To her, he was the most splendid and adorable of human be- ing -s. Almost an emperor, but so warm and tender of heart that he novel' forgot the long -past days when She had held him on her knee and told him tales of chamois -and bear -hunt fns', and o'.f the mountain - tops it mid -winter. F. was her sun-god. "Yes! Yes!" she said. "'Goo Mother,' he calls me. And I bake hh a cake on the hearth, as I,did when he was. ten ,years old and iiiy man was teaching him to climb. And when he chooses that a thing shall be done—done it is! He is a great mission to retire/' he'said, "we will leave you and go to bed. We go down the mountain at sunrise." "Where next?' asked the hunter, ing. at mm wlth cur1gas antent- ness. "'1'o Vienna, Highness/' Marcs answered. His questioner held out his hand, still w:th the intent interest in his ..,�. "Good -night, fine lad," he said. "Saniavia has need to vaunt itself on its Sign -bearer. God go with you." He stood and watched hint as he went toward the room in which he and his Aide-de-camp were to sleep. The Rat followed him closely. At the little back door the old, old woman stood, having opened it for them. As Marco passe and bade her good night, he saw that she again made the strange obeisance, bending the knee as he went by. r' CHAPTER XXIV. ",How Shall We Find Him?" In Vienna they came upon a pag- eant., In celebration of a century -old victory the Emperor drove in state and banners and laurel -wreathed statue 1 ceremony to attend at the great cath- Iedral and, to dd honor to the ancient c1 banners and laurel -wreathed statue n of a" long -dead soldier -prince. The broad. pavements of 'the huge chief thoroughfare were crowded with a t cheering populace watching t h e :martial pomp and splendor' as it pas- sed by with marching feet, prancing horses, and glitter of scabbard and chain, which all seemed somehow part of music in triumphant bursts. The Rat was enormously thrilled by n the magnificence of the imperial place. Its immense spaces, th e squares and gardens, reigned over ' by statues of emperors, and warriors, and queens made . him feel that all ' things on earth were possible. The palaces and stately piles of 'achitec- ture, whose surmounting equestrian. bronzes ramped high in the air clear cut and beautiful against • the sky, seemed to sweep out. of his world all atmosphere but that of splendid cit- les' down whose broad avenues em- perors rode with waving banners, tramping, jangling soldiery before arid behind, : and golden trumphets blaring forth. It seemed as if it must always be like this—that lances and cavalry and emperors world /ici- er cease to ride be. "I should like to stay here a long time," he said ! almost ds if he were in a dream, "I should like to see` it all," The flames had died down and on ly the big red of red . coal made the room glow,. and they were thinking of gping to bed when the old woma started very suddenly, turning her head as if to listen. Marco and The Rat heard nothing but they saw that she did and they sat so ,still that each held his breath So there was utter stillness for a few Moments. Utter stillness. Then they did hear something — a clear silver sound, 'piercing the pure mountain air. The old woman sprang upright with the fire of delight in her eyes. "It is his silver horn!" .she cried out striking her hands together. "11 is his own. call to me, when he is coin- ing. He has been hunting somewhere and wants to sleep in his good bed there, Help ' pie put on more fag- gots," to The, Rat, "so that he will. see the flame of then through -the open door as he comes." "Shall we be in the way?" said Marco. "We can go at once." She was going towards the door to open it and she stopped a moment and turned. "No, no!" she said. "He must see your face. He will want to see it. I want him to seer how young you are." She threw the door wide open and they heard the silver ]poen send out its gay - call again.- The brushwood and faggots The Rat had thrown on the coals crackled and sparkled and roared into fine'flemes, which cast their light into: the road and threw out in fine relief the old figure which stood on the threshold and looked so tall. And in but a few minutes her great lord carne to her•. And in his green hurting -suit with its green hat and eagle's feather he was as splendid as she had said he was. He was big and royal -looking and laughing and he bent and kissed her as if he had been her own son. , "Yes, good Mother," they heard him say. "I want my warm bed and one of your good suppers. I sent the others to the Gasthaus." He came into the redly glowing room and his head almost touched the blackened'rafters, Then he saw the two boys, "Who are these, good Mother?" he asked. She lifted his hand and kissed it. "They are the Bearers of the Sign," she said rather softly. "'The Lamp is lighted.'" Then his whole look changed." His Ile leaned on -his crutches in the crowd and watched the- glitter of the passing pageant. Now and then he glanced at Marco, who watched also with. a steady eye which, The Rat saw, nothing would escape: How ab- sorbed he always was in the Game! How impossible it was for him to for- get it or to remember it only as 'a boy would! Often it seemed that he , was not a boy at all. And the Game, The Rat knew in these days, was' a game no more but. a thing of deep. and deadly earnest — a thing which touched kings and thrones, and con- great the ruling and swaying of !great countries. And they—two lads pushed about by the crowd as they' stood and stared at the soldiers— car-ried with them that which' was even. no* lighting the Lamp. The blood in The Rat's veins ran quickly and made him feel hot as. he remembered certain thoughts which' had forced themselves into his mind during the past weeks. As his brain had the trick of "working things out," it had, during the last fortnight at least, been following a wonderful even` if rather fantastic and feverish fancy, A mere trifle had set it at work, but, its labor once begun, things which might have once seemed to se trifles appeared so no longer, When Marco was a.sleen, The Rat lav awake through thrilled and sometimes al- most breathless midnight hours. look- ing backward and recalling every de- tail of their lives since they had known each other Sometimes it seem - o Mare o s side. Isn't it splondi he said. "I wish I was an emperor myself. I'd have these fellows out like this every day." He said it on- ly because he wanted to say some- thing, to epeak, as a reason for get- ting closer to him. He wanted to be near enough to touch him and feel that: they were really sogether and that the whole thing was not a sort of magnificent dream from which he might awaken to find himself lying on his heap of rags in his corner of the room in Bone Court: The crowd swayed forward in its eagerness to see the principal pal feature of the pageant—the Emperor in his carriage. The Rat swayed forward with .the rest to look as it passed. A handsome white-haired and mus- tached personage in snlendid uniform, decorated with jeweled orders and with a cascade; of .. emerald -green plumes nodding in his military hat gravely saluted the shouting people on either side. By him sat a man uniformed, decorated, and emerald - plumed. al'so, but many years younger. Marco's arm touched The Rat's almost at the the sane moment that his own touched Marco. Under the nodding plumes each saw the rather tired and cynical pale face, a sketch of which was: hidden in the slit in Marco's sleeve. "Is the one who sits with the Em- peror' an Archduke?" Marco asked the man nearest to him in the crowd. The pian answered amiably enough. Not, he was not, but he was a ter- rain Prince, a descendant of the one who was the hero of the day,. He was a great favorite of the Emperor's and was also a great personage, whose palace contained pictures celebrated throughout Europe_. "He pretends it is only pictures he cares for," he went on, shrugging his shoulders and speaking to his wife, who had begun to listen, "but he is a clever one. who amuses himself with things he professes not to con- cern himself about -big things. It's his way to look bored, and interested in nothing,, but it's said he's a wiz- ard for knowing dangerous secrets." "Does he live at the Hofbourg with the Emperor'?" asked the women craning her neck to look after the imperial carriage. "No, but he's often, there, The Em- peror is lonely and bored too, no doubt.and this one has ways of mak- ing him forget his troubles.' It's been told me that now and then the twd dress themselves roughly, like com- mon men, and go out into the city to see what it's like to rub shoulders with the rest of the world. I dare- say it's true, I should like to try it myself, once in a while, if I had to. sit on a throne and wear a crown." The two boys followed the celebra- tion to its end. They managed to get near ,enough to see the entrance to the church, where the service was held avid to get a view of the ceremonies at the banner -draped and laurel - wreathed statue. They saw the man with the pale face' several times, but he was always so enclosed that it was not possible to get within yards of,him. It happened once, however, that he looked through a temporary break in the crowding. people and saw a dark strong -featured and remark- ably intent boy's face, whose vivid eeentiny of him caught his eye. There was something in the fixedness of its attention which csus'd him to look it curiously for: a few seconds, and M:'t'eo met his gaze squarely. ' Look'''at me! Look at me!" the hey was saying to him menta'11y. '"I have a message for you. A message!" The tired eyes in the pale face rest- ed On him with a certain growing light of interest and curiosity, ' hut the crowding people moved and the temporary break closed up, so that " ^ two'could see each other no more Marco and The Rat were' pushed backward by those taller and stronger than themselves until they were on the otaielcirts of the crowd. "Let us go to, the Hofbourg," said Marco. "They will come back there, and we shall see him again even if we can't .get near." ' To the Hofbourg they made their DLS'ITE NUMEROUS HANDI- CAPS MAPLE LEAFS KEEP BATTLING FOR COVETED PLAY -'OFF PLACE, Howley's Youngsters Cannot Be': Counted Out of Race Yet. "Don't count those Maple Leafs out of the race for the play-offs, yet," cautioner! Oscar Vitt, peppy manager of the league leading Newark Bears, icer his team had'takeh''both ends of a double-header from Dan How Jew's youngsters in Toronto recently. 'Vitt was talking toa number of fans who were 'congratulating him on his fine.team and deploring the fact that the Leafs had to meet the Bears it this critical stage of the race. "Why those Leafs have given us more trouble than any other team in the league this season," Vitt con- tinued. . "They never lmow when they're licked 'and, believe me, I only, hope we don't have: to meet'•them in the play-offs. They are plenty tough." Vitt is not the only' manager in the International League who has praise for the Leafs. "Rabbit" Mar- tinville, thehustling little pilot of the Montreal Royals, has been shout- ing all season to "watch out for To- ronto." President Frank Shaughnes- sy of the International League, Mike Kelly, manager of the Syracuse Chiefs, and Travis Jackson, of the Jersey City Giants, are others who have come out publicly and spoken may kind words about Howley's youthful diamond stars. The middle of August found the Leafs only seven games out of se- cond place and a mere four games away fronsa spot in the play-offs. With over twenty more games to play at home and only ten on the road, the Toronto team's play-off chances are' exceedingly bright. It was un- fortunate that they should run into injuries and that a couple of the best batsmen of the team should exper- ience a slump in hitting in the early part of the month when they appear- ed headed for a winning spurt. Mayo Smith suffered a sprained ankle at Baltimore just at the height of his most sensational work of the sea - eon. He was clouting the ball at a A00 clip and fielding and running bases brilliantly when he was injured and forced to the; sidelines for a couple of weelcs. Ted Petoskey and Don Ross, pace setters in hitting, 'failed to connect with their usual reg- ularity and Jimmy Walsh, nursing a slump that dated back to the early weeks of July, seemed unable to get back into his stride. At that, the Leafs suffered a num- berof defeats that only bad breaks • kept them from winning. The pitch- ing staff has been holding up re- markably well and, in this respect, the Toronto club is well fortified for a real drive down the stretch. A five or six -game winning streak will put them back in the first division. Only eight games separated the second place and seventh place teams on August 16, so anything can happen in the remaining weeks of the sched tile. The Leafs are home for a good stretch of games during the i'veelcs of the Canadian National Exhibition in Toronto. Maple Leaf Stadium is located on the beautiful Lakeshore Boulevard ,only a stone's throw from the'Exhibition grounds, and here is a fine opportunity for sports lovers to see Canada's greatest yearly show and take in a ball game or two. Ro- chester, Montreal and Buffalo will provide the opposition. The Royals Nay a double -Deader. in Toronto Au- gust 28, and return for games on Friday and Saturday, September 10 and 11. Rochesterti invades Maple Leaf Stadium August 30, 31 and September 1. in addition to a double- header on Labour Day, September. 6. . Buffalo Bisons visit Toronto Septem- ber 2, 3 and 4. way throilgh the less crowded streets, and there they waited as near to the great palace as they could get. They were there when, the ceremonies at an end, the imperial carriages returned, but, though they, saw their man again, they were at some distance from him' and he did not see them. Then followed four singular days. Theywere singular days because they were full of tantalizing' ,inci- dents. Nothing seemed easier than to hear talk of, and see the Emper- or's favorite, but nothing was more impossible than to get near to him. He seemed rather a favorite with the populace, and the con'imbn people of the shopkeeping or laboring clas- ses weep given to talking freely ,of hini of where he was going and what- he was doing. To -night he would be sure to be at this great house or that, at this ball or that banquet. There was no difficulty in discovering that he would be sure to go to the opera, or the theatre, or to drive to Schonbrunn with his im- perial master. Marco and The Rat heard, casual speech of him again and again,' and from one part of the city to the other they followed and, waited for bins. But it was like chasing a will-o'-the-wisp. • He was evidently too brilliant' and important a person to be allowed to move a- bout alone. There were always peo- ple with him who seemed absorbed in his languid cynical talk. Marco thought that he never seemed to care much for his companions, though they on their part always seemed highly entertained by what he was saving. It was noticeable that they laughed a great deal, though he him- self scarcely even smiled. (Continued next week). wee Tow A n .' t pews Gladioli, Light Salmon, Coral or Rose, W. S. R. Holmes, J. Twyford, Lorne • Brown. . Gladioli, Rose Salmon W. S. R.1 Iia apes, W. S. R. i•Iohnes, W. S. R. Holmes.. Gladioli, Medium and Deep Rose, Harry Plumsteel, Lorne Brown, W. J, Cook. Gladioli, Scarlet and Light Red, Harry Plumsteel, J. Twyford, Mrs. Allan. Gladioli, Crimson and Doric Red, W. 5, R. Holmes, 2nd and 3rd. Gladioli, Maroon and Black Red, Lorne Brown, and 2nd, J. Twyford. Gladioli, Light Mauve and Mauve Pink, W. S. R, Holmes, and 2nd and 3rd. Gladioli, Medium and Deep Mauve, Ross McEwan, Mrs, Fred Kutch. Gladioli, Purple, W. S. R. Holmes. ; • Gladioli; Medium and Deep Violet, Lorne Brown,' and 2nd and 3rd. Gladioli, Smokys, W. S. R. Holmes, Ross McEwan, W. J. Cook. Gladioli, Pink with Pronounced Cream and Yellow, W. S. R. Holmes, W. J. Cook, W. S. R. Holmes, • Gladioli, Scarlet and •'Light Red, Mrs. Fred Murch. Gladioli, Maroon and Black Red, W. J. Cook, 2nd and 3rd. Gladioli, Light' Mauve'. and Mauve Pink, W. J. Cook, 2nd and 3rd. Gladioli, 3 spikes, Medium Deep Violet, J. Twyford. Gladioli, 3 spikes, Smokys, J. Twyford, Mrs. N. Jones, W. S. R. Holmes. Collection 'of Primulas in vase, quality and arrangement to count, W. S. R. Holmes, Mrs. Allan. Collection of Gladioli in vase, quality and arrangement to count, Mrs. L. Heard, Betty Murray, Mrs. Janes Livermore. Collection of Gladioli in basket, quality and arrangement to count nt; Mrs. W. Jones, W. J. Cook, Mrs. M. Nediger; Mrs. W. Jones, Special Prize; Dahlia Decorative Type, three only, W. J. Cook, W. J. Cook, W. S. R. Holmes. Dahlia, Decorative Type, one only, Jackie Cook, Mr. H, Clark, Mrs. J. Rands, 'Jr. Dahlia, Cactus Type, three only, Gladys Groves. Dahlia, Ball Type, one only, A. W. Groves, Mrs. J. Livermore, A. W. Groves. Dahlia, Semi -Cactus, three only, Mrs. H. Pickett. Dahlia, Semi -Cactus, one only, A. W. Groves, Dahlia, Pompom Type, six only, Mrs. Henry Pickett. Dahlia, Pompom Type, three only, A. W. Groves, Bios. H. Pickett. Dahlia, Pompom Type, one only, W. S. R. Holmes, 2nd and 3rd. Best Dahlia in Show, Jackie Cook. SECTION D. Zinnia, large flowering, 4 only, one colour, one container, Mrs. Allan. Zinnia, large flowering, 4 only, each different colour, one container, Mrs. Allan. Zinnia, large flowering, 4 only, any colour, in 1 container, J. Twyford, J. Twyford, L. Sloman. Zinnia, Fantasy Type, 6 only, 1 container, A. W. Groves, J. Twyford, D. Thorndike. Zinnia, Scabiosa, flowering type, 6 only, 1 container, J. Twyford, and 2nd. Zinnia, Pompom Type, 6 only, 1 container, W. J. Cook, J. Twyford, and 2nd. Larkspur, Annual 12 spikes only, 1 container, Mrs, Allan. Snapdragon, 6 spikes only, 1 container, Mrs. A. T. Cooper, W. S. R. Holmes, A. W. Groves. Scabiosa, Collection, 1 container, W. S. R. Holmes, Mrs, Allan. Mrs. W. Jones. Salpigloseds, Collection, 1 container, Mrs. Pickett, Mrs. Allan. Phlox, Perennial, collection of each colour, 1 container, Helen Groves, W, S. R. Holmes, C. Hoare. Marigolds, African, 6 minces, 1 container, Mrs. Fred Murch, W. 8, R. Hol- mes, W. S. R. Holmes. SECTION E. Calendula, collection, 1 container., J. Twyford. Coxcomb, collection of 3, any colour, Mrs, B. Nickel, Mrs. T. Fremlin. Petunia, dduble, 6 only, Mrs. James Livermore. Petunia, Single, 6 only, Mrs. Allan, J.. Twyford, Mrs. Jas. Livermore. Verbena, Collection. Mrs. Allan, Mrs. H. Pickett, L. Sloman. Stocks, Collection, Mos. Allan. Nasturtium, double collection. Elva Proctor. Pansies, 'Collection, 6 bloom, Mrs. W. L. Johnson, Betty Murray. Sweet Peas, 10 steins only, 1 container, Lama Jervis, Mrs„ Allen, Mrs. Van - Horne, Phlox,. Drummond, collection, one of each, 1 container, Mrs. Allan, Mrs. Henry Pickett. Roses, 6 only, 1 container, Gladys Groves. Roses, 3 only, in 1 container, Mrs. A. T. Cooper, Mrs. VanHorne, and 2nd. Roses, 1 only, Mrs. A. T. Cooper, A. W. Groves, Mrs. VanHorne. Asters, six only, mixed colours, Mrs. VanHorne, A. W. Groves. SECTION G. Any other variety of flower, not listed, Laura Jervis, Elva Proctor, J. Twy. fore. Collection, Cosmos, single, any colour, Mrs. Allan, Miss Steele, Joan Sloman. Collection, Cut Flowers, in bowl, quality and arrangement to count, Mrs. A. T. Cooper, Collection. Cut Flowers in vase, quality and arrangement to, count, Mrs. H. • .Clark, Mrs. Charlesworth, Table Bouquet, quantity and arrangement to count. Must not be over 12 inches high, Mrs. Proctor, Mrs. Janes Livermore, Betty Murray. Collection of Perennials, in one container, quality and arrangement to 'count, Mrs. Proctor, Mrs, A. T. Cooper, Mrs. W. Jones. SPECIAL PRIZES Gladioli, best show, bulbs donated by C. H. Epps, Mrs. M. Nediger, Mrs. 1 L. Heard, W. 7. Cook. Best basket of Gladioli in show, $1.00 merchandise, donated by Bartliff & Crich, Mrs. :V. Jones. Tallest Gladioli Spike in the Show, $1.00 merchandise, donated by W. T. O'Neil, Mrs. W. Jones, Best Spike of Picardy, $1.00 merchandise, donated by Match Bros., Mrs. W. Jones. Dahlia, one year's subscription to The Clinton News -Record, Jackie.. Cook. Table Bouquet, $1.00 merchandise, donated by C, 0, Lobb, Elva Prod. tor. Collection of Asters, $1,00 Merchandise, donated by T. Kiley, Meg,. Vanl•Iorne. • Bouquet •of Salpiglosis, $1.00 merchandise, donated by 0. Noble, Mrs: Henry Pickett. 5' Bouquet of Zinnias, one year's subscription to The Clinton News:Re& cord, J. Twyford, Bouquet of Sweet Peas, $1.00 merchandise, donated by T. R. Ththn;1- SOB, Elva Proctor. Rose in the Show, 2 lb. box chocolates, donned by E. Wendorf' Mrs'. 'A. T. Cooper, House Plant in the Show, $1.00 merchandise, donated by Scott's Gro- eery, Mr. H. Clark. ;Best Best Best Best Best Best Best Best e Summer's Last Long Week -Fond GO: From Noon Friday, Sept. 3, until 2:00 P.M. Monday, Sept. 6. RETURN: Leave destination up to midnight, Sept 7, 1937. For fares ani further information apply TicketAgents.' 00, attiat.0 tot f� fattile eroodi p �t T3s5 CANAMAW AT''t 14 A L'