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The Clinton News Record, 1934-08-02, Page 2PAGE 2 THE CLINTON. NEWS -RECORD `. THURS.,`AUG. 2, 1934 'Clinton News -Record With which is Incorporated THE NEW ERA Tornre of Subscription — $1.60 per year in advance, to Canadian ad- dresses $2;00 to the U.S. or oth- er foreign countries. No paper discontinued until all arrears are paid unless at the option of the publisher. The date to which every subscription is paid is denoted on the label. advertising 'Rates.—Transient adver- tising 12o dvertising.12c per count line for first insertion. Se Torr each subsequent insertion. Heading counts 2 linea. Small advertisements, not to ex - 'seed cone inch, such as "Wanted", "Lost," 'Strayed," etc., inserted ' ones, for -36c, each subsequent in- sertion 15c. Rates for display ad' vertising made known on applicar' tier. Communications intended for pub- lication must, as a guarantee' of gnod. 'Ileitis, be accompanied by the name 'e the writer. v93. E: HALL, • M. R. CLARK, Proprietor. Editor. H. T. RANCE Notary Public, Conveyaneer +,i''inancial, Real Estate and Fire In- surance Agent. Representing 14 Fire Insurance Companies. 'Division Court Office, Clinton. Frank Fingland, B.A., LL.B. 'Bar'rister, Solicitor, Notary Pubile Successor to W. Brydone, K.C, Sloan .Block — Clinton. Oat. 'DR- FRED G. THOMPSON Office and Residence: Ceetario Street — Clinton, Ont, 'One door west of Anglian Church. Phone 172 'Eyes Eeamined and Glasses Fitted DR. H. A. MCINTYRE DENTIST Office over Canadian National' Express, Clinton, Ont. Phone, Office, 21; House, 89. DR. F. A. AXON Dentist •hraduate of C.C.D.S., Chicago and R.O.D.S., Toronto, Crown and plate work a specialty. 'Phone 185, Clinton, Ont. 19-4-34, D. H. McINNES CHIROPRACTOR Electro Therapist, Massage 'Office: Huron Street. (Few Doors west of Royal Bank) Hours—Wed. and Sat. and by appointment. FOOT CORRECTION ^by manipulation Sun -Ray Treatment Phone 207 GEORGE ELLIOTT •Licensed Auctioneer for the County of Huron Oorrespondence promptly answered. Immediate arrangentents can be made for Sales Date at The News -Record, 'Clinton, or by calling phone 203. Charges Moderate • and Satisfactior. Guaranteed. DOUGLAS R. NAIRN Barrister, Solicitor and Notary Public ISAAC STREET, CLINTON Office Hours: Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays -10 aan, to 5 .p.m. Phone 115 3-•39. 'Q'HE McKILLOP MUTUAL ,Fire Insurance Company Head Office, Seaforth, Ont. Officers: 'President, Alex, Broadfoot, Sea - "forth; Vice -President, James Con, faolly, Goderich; secretary -treasur- er, M. A. Reid, Seaforth. Directors: Alex. Broadfoot, Sealer*, R. R. No. 3; James Sholdice, Walton; Wm. Knox, Londesboro; Geo. Leonhardt, Bornholm, R. R. No. 1; John Pepper, Brueefield; James Connolly, Gode- rich; Robert Ferris, Blyth; Thomas 1Vioylan, Seaford!, R. R. No. 5; Wm. .R. Archibald, Seaforth, R. R. No. 4. Agents: W. J. Teo, R.R. No. 3, "Clinton; 3chn Murray, Seaforth; James Watt, Blyth; Finley McKee- , cher, Seaforth. Any money to be paid may be paid to the Royal Bank, Clinton; Bank of 'Commerce, Seaforth, or at • Calais < Cutt's Grocer Goderlch. Parties desiring to effect insur-. • ante or transact other business will ire promptly attended to on applies- -don to any of the above officers -addressed to their respective post of ..ficee. Losses inspected by the direo- •tor who lives nearest the scene. TIME TABLE Trains will arrive at and depart from Clinton as follows: Buffalo and Goderich Di,. Going East, depart 7.08 a.m. `Going East depart 3.00 p.m. 'riming West, depart 11.50 a.m. 'Bain West, depart 9.68 pp. ,London. Huron & Bruce wing North, ar. 11.34. Ive.11.54 a.m. linker Reath tot SYNOPSIS The passengers of No. 12 wonder- ed about the pretty, uncommunicative stranger. And the girl's thoughts were filled with '.memories of the night, three week ago, when she had driven her roadster into the sea. She had been amazed to find no newspa- per references to the thing' she feared nioht. But even so, the . girl of that night was no longer. Threeweeks after a cream colored raodster had been found wrecked in the sea at the foot of a cliff, a girl calling herself Anne Cushing appears at the desert town Marston. . She has: bought, sight unseen, a ranch locat- ed thirty miles away. Barry Duane, her nearest neighbor and his. man, Boone Petry procure a reliable wo- man for her and in Barry's car, load- ed down with supplies, they start a- cross the desert. In 'Marston her re- ticence has aroused .suspicion. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY Barry's chair went back with a rasp. "I'll be with you,"' he said brief- ly, and was close on Petry's heels as he went back to the corral. It was the same corral where Comet bad formerly been kept and from which he had whickered a shrill welcome whenever Barry had approached. The sound came at that instant, as clear as a bugle call. "That's not Captain!" They exchanged a quick glance. There were only a dozen horses in the corral. Captain was there, close to a riderless horse. Without a word the two men ex- amined him. Saddle and stirrups, glossy hide and dainty hoofs, they missed nothing in their quick search for evidence. "The saddle is all right," said Bar- ry presently. His throat felt harsh and dry. "It couldn't have slipped. Of course—she might have been thrown." "Comet's awful sure footed," Petry was cautious. "And lie don't buck, sca'cely ever. See that?" .He point- ed to a streak on one hoo;f. "Where- ever else he's been, he's cone through Pulpit Pass. There ain't another stretch of dirt like that in fifty miles. Better go that way." Barry was already in the corral. He was saddling Captain, his fingers working with swift precision. "Ling!" Ling came pattering at the prenp- tory call. "Light up every room in the house. The lady at Trail's End is lost." That was all that he would admit. The illuminated Douse might be a futile gesture but if she had strayed anywhere near the Perch she might. see that blaze of friendly, light and take confort. "Take a gun," he said to Petry. "Then we can signal to each other. The one who finds her will fire two shots and the other will answer. Sin- gle shots will be location signals." A scurry of hoofs and he was off. They branched into different trails, peering, shouting, calling her name. Only echoes answered. All that Barry could be sure of was that Anne must have been taking the same route that they had follow- ed on their first ride, since that was the only trail which would be likely to take her through Pulpit Pass. If she were unconscious,- or worse, he might easily pass her by, but it was impossible • to wait calmly for the light, Just one thing was becoming increasingly clear to him, and that was that the, most precious thing In the world to him was Anne Cushing, and that the thought of harm coming to her was unbearable. He raised his voice in a call. "Anne!: Anne!" The echoes flung it back at him mockingly. "Anne! Anne! Anne!" Hope had slipped from Anne with the vanishing sun. How many miles she had walked and climbed and stumbled since she had facedthat blank wall of rock she had no means of knowing. And then night had come. Her clothing was torn by thorny branches and she fairly reeled with fatigue. "Martha will know that something is wrong," she reminded herself firm- ly. "Perhaps Comet will go home.' Of course he will." She caught her breath sharply as the realization pressed home. There was no telephone et Trail's End. No car. Martha could do nothing, unless she could catch and saddle one of the old horses and find her way to Eagle's Perch. A ehill wind set the tree, tops whis- pering. Anne shivered and began looking around for a sheltered spot in which to spend the night. On her left, half -way up the slope, there was. a dark block which looked like a clump of close -growing ever- greens. She made her way toward thein cautiously. There was a tiny clear space inside,. shut in and ringed around, by those: shaggy branches., One night even feel around for a an impatient stamp now and then to curled up into a snug ball. Anything remind them that motion was' his bus- for rest, mess and he was all ready to go. "Look at him! He doesn't know how to be ashamed. Rascal, you just' watch when we start out again! I won't get out of the saddle for a se-. Gond without dropping those reins over your nose." 'Barry watched her as she stroked. the ingratiating muzzle. "Thenthe morale is all right?" "Oh, yes, for riidng.' She looked at him with a very small smile. "I still think that mountain hiking is a much over -rated sport, but that won't last." "Then how about my coming down for you in a few days, as soon as you're feeling yourself again, for an all -day trip and lunch at the Perch?" "All' day? What about work?" "What you need now is play. Be- sides, if you don't come I shan't have any excuse to play around myself." He smiled. Why shouldn't she? One didn't stop seeing a man because of a little fragmentary love -making. "I'd really love to. Thursday." "Thursday. I'll• come down for you right after breakfast. Now I shall have to get back. I'll put Comet in the corral first" "Barry!" "Yes?" He stopped and looked back, his eyes warming. "I haven't even attempted to thank you. You understand, don't you?" He gathered her hands into both of his and held them close together. "I don't want to be thanked. Just seeing you back here ought to be thanks enough for anybody . ... . Goodbye." He gave her fingers a quick squeeze and let them go. Then he was off with Comet to the corral. Little by little, sheer weariness ov- ercame her. The rustling sounds of the night lost their menace, and grew fainter, and fainter. Anne Slept. It was not a peaceful sleep. Now and then she stirred restlessly, tossed, sighed end lay still again. A voice drifted down on the wind, , calling, "Anne! Anne." but she did not hear comparativelysoft P spot and lie. down, it. From somewhere in the distance came a faint creek of sound, and"from somewhere nearer by a single shot rang clear. The sharp sound brought her to her feet, stumbling with sleep and fa- tigue. Another sound was beating lightly and steadily against her ears. The click of a horse's hoofs on rock. Going away from her! "Anne! Anne!" "I'm coming! Barry!" She began to run, slipping and slid- ing down the slope, smooth with fall- en pine needles, forgetful of the im- petus of her own rush and the sheer - dropping ledge at the foot. There were, after all, to be more poignant moments in Barry Duane's life, but none that could so shrink time into its racing seconds Through the scattered pines he had caught sight of a small running fig- ure, racing in headlong haste down a slippery incline. Going too fast, if she were going to pull up well inside the ledge ... God! If she should go over! His heart seemed to stand still as Captain's long legs pounded over the intervening space. He put Captain to the very edge, thrusting in be- tween. Barry heard her say "Oh!" in a horrified voice, and caught her with one ares as he swung clown. "Anne, darling!" "Oh, Barry!" She clung to him, burying her face tightly against his shoulder. "I knew you would come soon!" "Of course, I'd come. There, it's all over," "But T—I forgot the ledge, and then I couldn't stop. Only I'd been asleep, and I woke up and heard you going on-' • "I know. But you're safe now, pre- cious. Everything's all right. Every-., thing=P IIe batt both arms around her now. For .a moment she lay there, close. and still. Then with a little quiver she raised her head, and her hands slid away from their drowning clutch of him. "I ought to be scolded instead of comforted." She straightened up and laughed shakily. "If you hadn't come racing backin time, Barry—" "If I hadn't life wouldn't mean much to me now." She looked up at hint with wide dark eyes, heavy with fatigue, and her head moved in a faint negation. He felt her slipping away from him, and he did not know just why. It was no time for lover's impor- tunities. Barry said "Steady, boy," to Captain and reached for some- thing. "I'd better signal Petry that the lost is found." Tubo shots cracked and echoed. The answer, came from far to the right. One shot and a pause, and then a staccato outburst of rejoicing. Barry laughed. "Boone is happy, Now we're go- ing back to. Trail's End, and I am go- ing to carry you. Here, put this on first." "This" was his own coat. "I won't!" "Orders!" He bent down and swept her up in front of him, swinging her across so that she lay like a child in his arms. She looked up to protest, but already they had started. Once, he looked down and smiled, and after that she did not look up again. Barry loved her, and she couldn't—she couldn't. She lay passively against him for mile after mile,, with her cheek pres- sing against his shoulder and 'a dull ache in her heart. The next morning was an awaken-, ing to strange aches and unsuspected bruises. Martha ordered her to stay in bed. At noon the autocrat permitted her to, get up. Shortly after both Barry appeared; riding Captain and leading an unabashed Cornet. "Do you think you can forgive the little devil enough to give him anoth- er chance "Of course. It was my fault that he started off in the first place. He's an 'imp, but I do love him." That might have given him an op- ening for light love -making at least, but Barry let it pass His manner gave no suggestion that he remem- bered his checked ardor of the night before. Anne wandered over toward Comet to avoid that new look in his They did not slcirt the desert this time, but turned directly into the hills until Anne lost all sense of direction. Late in the morning they were stand- ing at the mouth of the pass, with tumbled ridges, and beyond the ride ges another blank stretch of desert sand and sparse vegetation. It lay in a rough triangle, bounded on two sides by hills. "It looks like a little Junipero," ex. claimed Anne. "A wicked little Jun- ipero." "That's the Pinos Valley,but it's larger than it looks. If you were down there, you might find an. occas- ional ccas.Tonal surveyors stake, or even the re- mains of -e shack or two. That's all there is of the town of Duane. Ever heard of it " "I'll tell you after we get up to the Perch. There's nothing more to see down there—,it's just as dead as it looks." His voice sounded hard. That was unusual for Barry. They turned their horses and went back through the pass again. Presently Anne caught a sapphire gleans, "Oh beautiful! Is that Eagle Lake?" "I knew you'd like it." It lay like a jewel at their feet. At the head of it, topping the pine -care peted slope, was a two -storied house of peeled logs, built on broad gen- erous lines. "Welcome to Eagle's Perch." Bar- ry swung off quickly and held up both hands .fbr her, "Make yourself at home while I put up the horses. Oh, Lingl" This as a bland yellowface appeared, hovering back of an open door. "See that Miss Cushing gets anything she wants. Miss Anne Cush- ing, this is Ling Poo, the best all-' round cook west of the Atlantic. We'll eat on the veranda, Ling." "Alli, boss," Ling grinned briefly at the compliment, said "How do" politely. Anne dell a bright and spe- culative eye taking her measure. "I shan't need anything, Ling Foo." "Alli, Missy." The bright eyes were benevolent. Ling ducked his head. and padded softly away, 'and Anne was free to explore. She looked around the big living room with a faint sense of surprise. It was spacious and restful, furnish- ed with a man's idea of comfort, but the things in it had never been b'ought in Marston, nor even in the more up and coming county seat. There were books and magazines scattered' round. Some of the books looked technical and dry, others were more promising. "Like it?" That was Barry'k voice behind her. "How could I help liking it? It's perfect." "That's a large order," he laughed. "My uncle was a collector of Indian rugs and things in a small way, and he picked up the• Spanish stile, too." They went out, wandering over scented pine needles, . clown to the lake and up the slope again, answer ing the mellow music of a 'Chinese gong. 'Barry chuckled. "You've made an impression on Ling. Usually be just sticks his head "fhe Pinto Was standing ysdutifully out of the door and yells 'Aleddy!" where he had been left, merely giving f i (Continued Next Week) The Conqueror By Margaret Munro His Name Suggested !lig Things, heard—brut as he worked his brain but he Never tried to Live up to worked also. For, somehow, neither it Until— of the two men looked likely to cul- Either the promise of childhoecl had tivate a clerk without some good not been fulfilled, or 'whoever had reason. "luck" --getting rid of the house at first suggested christening him Alex, Then he remembered the road. It a fine price" was how she put it—he ander (lector had possessed a keen was a'great secret, that road. A new watched Tyler out of the corner of sense of humor,. wide by-pass was to be cut through his eye. Andhe saw Tyler sit up 'Far from being a conqueror, wor- Patching Green to the heath, and iI with a jerk. thy to bear the names that had dog- anyone—say, a firm of builders — , "Sold your house, you say!" he ged his footsteps through twenty- could discover' just where the road exclaimed. "But I thought I told you seven years, Alexander Hector Per- would run, there was money in plenty Y mean, why didn't your mother t' ring was a slim young man,; with a to be made by buying up the land on wait, as I suggested?" reserved air that unfortunately help- either side of it, and the land through "You only hinted!" retorted Jean. ed to conceal his real ability. which it would pass. "And a bird in the hand is worth two IIis fellow -clerks in the district He stole a glance at Tyler. That in the blush, you know." surveyor's office declared that he was Young man was humming a tune, ap- "afr aid of own his o shadow," and there parently well -pleased with life. Alex- "Who's bought it?" asked Tyler. a s "Wye don't know. Mr. Grayson is was truth in the remark. But there ander Hector felt uneasy. was one thingwhich made him even . At lunch-time he pretended to be the solicitor. It's for a client of his." Tyler asked more questions, and more afield than shadows; and that busy, in order to stay in when the was losing his Which accounted others went, out. And thus it was with each query Alexander Nectar S „ job. for his punctuality, his timidity, his "Never mind whether I amncrazy or not," answered Alexander Hector. "I want that deal put through tomor- row." The deal went through; Perring' paid his deposit, anti got a receipt. When. Jean came to the office the fol- lowing morning and told of their desire to please, and his ingrained habit of saving something from his salary every week. Only once in the past seven years had little Perring been tempted to speculate. He would have blown the whole of the £200 he had saved en a flat and some furniture if Jean Mor- timer had given him any encourage- ment. But her mother had stepped in. He blushed now at the memory of Mrs. Mortimore's frigid politeness the night. that Jean had allowed him to see her home and asked him in. He had not heard Jean's mother asking her "what she saw in that colorless individual," but he could imagine her saying it. To do him justice, Alex- ander Hector had never had any il- lusions about himself. Still musing over palpable in- justice of life, he reached the office. Tyler, a sleek colleague whom he particularly disliked, was there first. And he was smiling and talking to Jean Mortimer, seated at her type- writer. i • Tyler always had the luck. If he had reached the office early, Jean would have been late. Tyler always seemed to be saying something inter- esting, too.. The fellow had a glib tongue. But he was a snake. The morning passed slowly until the arrival of the heavy -jowled Mr. Baker and his . companion. Tyler at- tended to them as usual; they had been in several times before to in - quite about building restrictions in the neighbourhood, Nothing strange in that—they were apparently: representing some estate company anxious to develop in the locality. And Perring would have thought no more about it had he not that he managed to get another look!, knew more surely that he had been at the roughplan,prepared some , right. With a surprisingly light g heart, .considering that he had tom- time. before for the authorities in London, of the course of that road, milted himself to buy a property for ' Slowly his finger' travelled along the 41,600 when all that he owned in the lines it would follow—until it sudden world was £200; he awaited develop- ly came to rest at the end of Mrs- ments. ' ' Mortimer's garden! The developments came. At eleven Supposing just supposing — his o'clock on the morning of the follow suspicions were correctSupposing ing Thursday, Mr. Baker,. represent - those who owned that land could be lug the firm of Baker and Inchsklp, induced to sell by someone who' contractors, attended by appointment knew?. Supposing someone-,Tayler, at Mr. Grayson's office for the pur- pose ro f pose . of meeting the purchaser of say—sold the information. It would Holly Lodge -Mrs. Mortimer's house mean that all those owners would and trying to discover why that mys- miss a nice profit. Wiorse, it would terions individual had refused a. profit mean that Mrs. Mortimer, a widow of .£200 on his deal. left with just enough to live on, would Alexander Rector's knees were miss the chance of a lifetime._ knocking togetheras he was ushered Obviously,, it was na use going to into the room, but he hoped that no Mrs Mortimer --she would not listen one would notice the fact. to him. She might tell his employer, "You!" boomed Baker. "But surely and then he wogld be sacked. He you are a clerk in the same office thought again, and finally he made up . his mind. Had Mrs. Mortimer alone as "As Mr. Tyler," said Perring corn - been concerned, he would not have placently. "That is quite correct, But cared, but there was Jean. He was I am here today as the purchaser of seized with a sudden longing to save Holly Lodge. I understand that—er the girl he had laved from what look- —you wished to make some further ed like a rascallyy conspiracy. proposition." He had intended at first to stalk "Tyler put you up to this! Re Tyler that evening. Now he abandon - double -crossed me!" thundered Baker. ed that resolve in favour of another. Alexander Hector shook his head. At eight thirty, when Tyler slipped "7 am not in Mr: Tyler's comas into the White Horse to meet Mr. Ba- dente" he said. "And I don't know' ker and his companions Alex. Rector what you ate driving at. I want to was entertaining Bannister, the local get married. I have, therefore, estate agent's clerk, in his back bed- bought a house. You, I am led to sitting -room. understand, have also taken a fancy "So that's the position," he was to the same house. In that case, saying. "I want you to see if Mrs. what do you offer the for it?" Mortimer will sell her house. If she Mr. Baker swallowed hard. will, I am ready to pay a deposit on "This is blackmail! You know as it within twenty-four hours. I'll pay well as I do why I want that house! £1,600—that will be £160 deposit. But I'Il report you to the surveyor. I'lt my' name must not be mentioned. Let get you sacked!" the offer come through Grayson, the "I think riot!" retorted Alexander overheard the heavy -jowled man say solicitor."• Hector, feeling magnificently him - to Tyler: "But why the hurry—and why that self. "I think not! How would you "Well, eight -thirty, then." house? 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