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AGE SIX
Wellington Mutual Fire
Insurance Co.
Established 1840.
Risks taken on all class of insur-
ance at reasonable rates,
Head Office, Guelph, Qnt;
ABNER COSENS, Agent, Wingbam
J. W. BUSHFIELD
Brister, Selicitor, Notary, Etc,
Money to Loan
Office --Meyer Block, Wingharn
Successor to Dudley Holmes
R. S. HETHERINGTON
BARRISTER And SOLICITOR
Office; Morton Block,
Telephone No. 66.
J. H. CRAWFORD
Barrister, Solicitor, Notary, Etc.
Successor to R. Vanstone
lifinghara Ontario
DR. G. H. ROSS
DENTIST,
Office Over Isard's Store.
DR. A. W. IRWIN
DENTIST -- X-RAY
ffice, McDonald Block, Wingham.
DR. G. W. HOWSON
DENTIST
Office over Bondi's Fruit Store.
H. W. COLBORNE, M.D.
Physician and Surgeon
'Medical Representative D. S. C. R.
Tfl WINGHAM ADVANCE -TIMES
Thursday, June 28th, 1934:
FIRST INSTALMENT
Life was not, real. It was a castle
•of lovely brittle glass, and it was
cracking and splintering all around
her.
'the girl in the cream -colored road-
ster tried to realize it in all its ugly
•implications, tried to see her way
through the bristling wreckage which
had closed in on her.
Things didn't happen like that;
they simply didn't. To some, perhaps,
to the reckless and hardboiled who did
things that invited disaster; lived on
excitement and wild parties, Not to
girls who led normal, healthy lives and
did the usual pleasant, - agreeable
things, and were thrilled to pieces ov-
er their work and the glorious chance
of success in it. It could not happen.
But it had. What was she going
to do about it?
The girl kept haunted young eyes
on the road ahead, mechanically ef-
ficient while her thoughts darted and
turned, hunting frantically for a way
out, The speedorneter needle trembled
at sixty, and slid back to forty-five.
She must not drive too fast, and, risk
being stopped for speeding. Of all
times, not now.
What was she going to do?
For the first time the firm little
hands on the wheel slackened and
shook, but she steadied them again
resolutely, The roadster hummed soft-
ly on. The wind that rushed by her
face. was sharp with .the night chill
and damp with the smell of the Pac-
Phon 54 Wingham ific. Long fingers of light reached out
for hei and were dimmed; a nondes-
cript car rattled past, its driver send-
ing a curious glance at the smart
roadster with the pretty girl at the
wheel, alone.
The air on her cheek was notice-
ably wet, bringing its own message.
A thin fog was creeping in from the
sea, Presently it would be thicker, a
fleecy white blanket. She saw its
woolly whiteness closing silently
around a dark beach bungalow, miles
back of her, shrouding it, hiding it,
smothering sight and sound.
There were no lights in that bung-
alow, to beat through in a golden
haze. She saw it as she had last seen
it, blank -windowed, dark and furtive
on its strip of sheltered beach. A sil-
houette against the pale rectangle of
tittazonAcTle and a door. A man's silhouette,
ELECTRO THERAPY Memories came like black wings,
- swooping down on her. Other things
Nee& Street
Wi Para . things that were said. She didn't
Telephone 300. 4-ede....e.
want to think of them.
The road curved again. She saw a
J. ALVIN FOX single light ahead, and her own head -
Licensed Drugless Practitioner lights picked up a motorcycle drawn
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.M.R.C.S. (ENG.) L.R.C.P. (Lond.)
PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON
F. A. PARKER
e OSTEOPATH
All Diseases Treated.
Office adjoining residence next to
Anglican Church on Centre Street.
Sunday by appointment.
Osteopathy Electricity
Phone 272. Hours, 9 a.m. to 8 p,m.
A. R. & F. E. DUVAL
.CHIROPRACTORS
It was lucky that she had rememb-
ered this place, So accessible and yet
so secluded, with no curious eyes to
see the queer preparations that she
had to make. , . , Funny how wabbly
she felt, now that she could just drop
back and let go • . . It wouldn't do.
She must get herself in hand, keep
her head clear and her nerve steady.
It was not $o easy. She seemed to
be two people, and one of them was
a sly, persisent imp which hovered
close to ear, /leering and wheedling,
"You're running away! Running
away! You're never been a quitter
before."
"But I've never," she found herself
arguing, "been in such a ghastly jam
before."
"If you go now, you can't come
back. You'll be giving up everything.
All this that you've worked for. You
can't ever go back to that."
"I know. That's all finished . .
She shook herself impatiently and
swung the door open with a vigor-
ous jab.
The pocket of her light sports coat
bumped clumsily against her as she
stepped down. She stood very still
for a moment, with an odd, arrested
look on her face, Then she thrust her
hand into the over -loaded pocket and
drew out the thing which had weigh-
ed it down.
Starlight had all but vanished be-
fore the stealing mist, but even in
that obscurity it was a bright and
lovely trifle, a woman's jeweled bag,
extraordinarily full. The strained
catch must have been too hastily
snapped slut, for it yawned open at
a touch, and the bulging contents
oozed into view. Bills. The bag was
fairly stuffed with them, high denom-
ination bilis, tightly crammed in.
The girl in the red beret stared at
it soberly. It seemed to give her no
pleasure, not -even any particular sense
of the risk she ran in carrying such
a sum with her, through lonely roads
and at all hours of the night. She just
let the bag lie there on her open hand
looking at it.
There was a faint aversion in that
look. The palm tilted slowly, as
though she meant deliberately to let
that opulent roll slide to the dust at
her feet. Then with a brief grimace
of distaste she righted her hand again,
thrust the bag deep into the coat
pocket and turned, a little blindly,
back to the car.
The girl looked very small beside
he big car, very young and troubled,
yet somehow determined, and every
enove now was brisk and efficient. A
vigorous tug, and a smart traveling
ase came out of the car—was hidden
ehind a mass of shrubbery.
"Lucky," she reflected, "that I was
11 set to stay . . If there is any
uck in such a miserable snarl as this."
She slipped quickly into her seat
gain, and the engine's heavy purr
ut abruptly into the stillness. The
oadster swung smoothly out of the
hadowed drive and down toward the
ighway. The fog had thickened per-
eptibly and the road was dark, but
he drove without lights. Time en -
ugh to switch those on. There must
e no one who could remember, later,
distant glimpse of flaring lights.
On the last turn she had a good
iew of the main road in both direc-
ons, No dazzle of oncoming lights
howed either way, blurring through
le fog. She swept out into the high -
ay, and her own came on.
There was no placid strips of beach
ere; only rottgh ground and dark
cky headland, now fairly close, now
rther away, dropping sheer. About
n eighth of a mile beyond there
ould be a place where it jutted bold -
into the sea.
There it was. A queer little tingle
ent skipping over her as she caught
ght of it, vaguely outlined. How
uch distance would she need? Ten
no, twenty feet before striking the
cline, It would be too dangerous
eyond that. She brought the car
owiy to a standstill. Shut off the
gine.
For a moment she sat listening, ev-
y nerve alert. There was not a
und, except for the heavy murmur
the sea below. Even though fog
ight muffle distant sounds, it was
ot dense enough yet to matter. She
arted the engine again.
Her heart was beating fast as she
epped clown, The roadster was
inting at a strange angle. It look-
s() sleek and beautiful, and she let
hand rest on it softly. This was a
abby trick to play on a good friend,
t it had to be done. She would mss
too,
There was no time to be wasted.
c stepped ttp and leaned beard
r hands Moved swiftly and cOtn-
etely... She gaVe a last tug and a
to one side of the highway, and a man e
CHIROPRACTIC - DRUGLESS in uniform bending over it. A motor- b
THERAPY - RADIONIC cycle policeman. He looked up, with
EQUIPMENT a professional eye on the oncoming a
Roues by Appointment. car. 1
Phone 191. woe* She wanted to step on the gas and
go roaring past him, but she didn't. a
IMPF!"-
Somehow she stopped. Soomehow she c
kept her voice cool and natural. 11
"Any trouble, officer? Can I call s
up a garage for you—or anything?" h
"Why no, lady. Much obliged." c
The man in uniform was disillus- s
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to conduct your sale. pretty even for this favored strip of s
See the coast, where pretty girls flocked ti
from all over the country. A little iw
T. R. BENNETT thing, with big soft eyes and a sed
At The Royal Service Station. beret pulled at a gallant angle over h
Phone 174W. a small, dark head. Looked like a nice to
kid, for all she was tearing around fa
the country alone at this hour of the a
THOMAS E. SMALL
night. A swell car, too; it must have sh
LICENSED AUCTIONEER cost a hatful of money. Later he was 1Y
20 Years' Experience in Farm Stock to remember that car, and the girl
and Implements. Moderate Prices. who had driven it.
Phone 331, He swung a sturdy leg over his si
saddle.
THOMAS FELLS
AUCTIONEER
REAL ESTATE SOLD
A thorough knowledge of Farm Stock .
lolled and hardboiled, but he grinned
Phone 231, Wingham.
appreciatively at the small creature
competently offering help. Drivers of
speedy cars didn't usually waste much
grief over a motor cop stalled by the
roadside. And this was a pretty girl,
It Will Pay You to Have An
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A. 1 Walker
FURNITURE and
FUNERAL SERVICE
Wingham, Ont.
Ambulance Service'
Old George of the antique shop was
willing if not a pessimist.
44Well, George," remarked a clo
friend, "how's business?"
"Terrible!" was the reply, "If things
alt expensive people can't afford thent
:otzul if they are not expensive people
don't, want them,"
"Better detour inland if you're go-
ing far. The fog's getting thick back
there. Driving's going to be bad be-
fore long."
"Thanks, I'll remember,"
She stilled, and the cream -colored
roadster slid past him. Fog, and dan-
gerous driving along the coast road.
It was So very simple.
She had been up and eloWn this
road a score of times since the new
roadster had been hers, She knew its
curves, its grades, its ragged coast
line, She knew, now, where she was
going. The speedometer needle crept
little higher.
A road appeared, branching oblique-
ly from the main highway, Tall trees
marched along each side of it, and
a denser planting showed ahead. In
the darkness beneath the trees she
brought the roadster to a standstill,
and let her hands drop from the
wheel,
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beyond,
yglailee toward the naked ledge
nd.
The ear lurched and started, and
left the .smooth road with a protest-
ing heav-e. It was gathering speed,
bumping over the uneven ground. She
jumped, staggered for a few steps and
'fell.
Huddled there on hands and knees,
panting but unhurt, she 'saw •the big
car strike the slope and go hurtling
down. Lurching, with lights flaring
c
toward the empty sea. On the brink
it seemed: ahrzost to rear back, hung
for a split second and flashed down.
She saw it turning, and pressed her
hands to her ears against the grind-
ing crash of its fall,
The silence that followed was blank
and empty. She pulled her hands
down shamefacedly and found the
palms moist.
"That's done!" she muttered shalt -
illy, and got to her feet. Her face
was a white patch against the dark-
ness.
She knew that she must hurry away
before some belated motorist carne by
and saw her. A girl in a red beret
had ceased to exist, and her flitting
ghost must not be seen. How queer
it seemed . . . there wasn't any such
girl any more,
* * * *
A dusty train jolted steadily
through empty country. It was a short
train, only three coaches and a bag-
gage car, and the coaches had left
their first youth far behind. But this
was a branch line, crawling long miles
out of the beaten track of the. big
transcontinentals, and old Number
Twelve's patrons did not expect the
pampered ease of Pullman and din-
ing car.
About midway of the last car a girl
sat looking out of the window. The
outlook was not particluarly interest-
ing, that she should be so absorbed
in it. Sand and low bushes, endlessly
slipping by. A distant peak. A smear
of blue which be still more distant
mountains. Sand, bushes, sand. The
girl hadn't seen a house for miles.
The scattered half dozen of her fel-
low passengers looked at her with un-
deniable frequency, partly because she
was the pleasantest thing there was
to look at in their whole journey, and
partly from a healthy curiosity.
Strangers, and particularly strangers
as pretty as nett did not often travel
on Number Twelve.
The girl felt that friendly scrutiny.
She had been restless under any in-
terested glance for days, and it was
not merely interest in the harsh waste
beyond the window which kept her
face so steadily turned that way. She
wondered, with a prickle of uneasiness
what newspaper people saw out here.
Newpapers! She turned a little fur-
ther toward the window, remember-
ing a terrifying, heart squeezing day
when she had last heard them cried
on the street of a big city.
What a morning that had been! The
cheerful Saturday crowd thronging
the downtown stores, jamming good-
naturedly at the crossings; newboys
shouting their wares; people buying
them, talking about something that
had just happened. Herself among
them, feeling curiously unreal as she
handed over her pennies, and rather
small and quaking as she looked at a
front page splashed with headlines and
pictures. Her picture. Feeling all
chilly and gone inside, even though
the face on the front page was so
different from that of the girl on the
street, with her hair pulled forward
in loose, dark waves lender low -brim-
med hat, Putting nervous finger tips
up to the framing hair, to make sure
that it completely hid the uncomfort-
able strips of adhesive which gave her
eyes and eyebrows, that long, unfam-
iliar tilt. Wondering if the tiny pads
under her lip were still properly in
place, and if they really did change
her mouth as much as she had thought
—and then passing a long mirror and
seeing a queer looking stranger there.
Thanking her stars—her one remain-
ing star—that she had learned how to
do sttch things, Hurrying at last to
a railroad station, to get as far away
as she could before another day came.
In the nearly erilpty station, with
an hones wait for her train, she had
sat in a secluded corner and read the
paper from the first page to the last.
It had been rather ghastly, All
those pictures of a girl who was sup-
posed to be dead and mustn't ever
come back to life again; insets of oth-
er people whose lives had toadied
hers; a snapshot taken from a boat,
showing curling waters against a
cliff's dark background, black, ragged
rocks thrusting out of the water, and
sprawled helplessly on one of them
the twisted, scattered wreckage, of a
ear,
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It was news, There bad been sev-
eral columns about, it. Reports, con -
lectures, interyiews. A motorcycle
policeman had testified to meeting a
young lady in that same roadster and
warning her about the thickening fog.
No, there had been nothing in the
young lady's tnanaer to indicate any
suicidal intent.
One thing had puzzled her badly,
There hacl been all this about one
roadster found wrecked at the base
of a eliff, but not one line in the
whole story about the thing she had
feared most. How could that be sup-
pressed?
The man across the aisle was saying
sombething to another man several
seats back, Everybody here seemed
to know everybody else. Perhaps it
would have been better, after all, to
have buried herself in a big city. One
can be lost so quickly in the shifting
crowds. But there would be 'always
the tingling expectancy of seeing
someone she knew some day, or some-
one who knew her. In shop or office,
in restaurant, or on a crowded street.
She wasn't going to be actually in
any town. It was some miles out of
this town of Marston, whatever that
was like, at the end of a long private
road, the agent had admitted. She
bad named it already. Trail's End. She
liked the sound of that. Remoteness.
Safety, Horne, And work, of course.
Marston Station baked in the after-
noon sunshine. Northeast and south-
west the long line of rails winked and
flashed to a disappearing glimmer.
Southward, beyond the limits of the
little town, dun -colored desert sand
stretched on and on, simmering with
heat and dotted sparsely with the low,
greyed brush of the waterless lands.
To the north and northwest lay a sim-
ilar stretch, cut off obliquely by an
abrupt line of hills.
(Continued Next Week)
A FEW HINTS ON
RAISING CHICKS
Feed only wholesome, sound, well -
ground feeds. No saving is made by
purchasing cheap feeds because they
may cause the loss of valuable chicks
or stunt their growth. A sick chick
or a stunted chick will never be a pro-
fitable bird. Keep the litter clean and
dry, as dampness may cause serious
trouble. Keep the water for drinking
fresh and clean. Empty and scrub the
drinking vessels daily. Danger lurks
in dirty damp litter or wet ground
around hoppers or fountains.
Probably the most serious disease
to affect the growing chicks after they t
have passed the "brooder" stage is
coccidiosis. This germ reaches the
infective stage in 18 to 30 hours and, t
consequently, it is almost a daily men-
ace. Watch for bloody droppings and 'n
if these appear, clean up and if pos-
sible move the chicks to fresh ground.
It is generally agreed that no drug a
has been discovered that will kill this b
germ. Sick birds should be removed t
from the flock, for as long as they
remain they are a source of infection. Y
Some benefit will follow a dose of
Epsom salts. The recommended dose a
is one ounce per 100 chicks for each s
week of age; that is, for 100 chicks h
six -weeks old the dose should be six o
ounces. This scale should apply up t
to 16 weeks but over this age the dose c
should not exceed one poUnd per 100 J
even for mature birds. The best re- r
"THE LIFE
OF OUR LORD"
Charles Diekins
CHAPTER THE
ELEVENTH
PART TWO
When that morning began to dawn,
Mary Magdalene and the other Mary,
and some other Women, came
n, to the
Sepulchre, with some more spices
which they had prepared. As they
were saying to each other, "Hove shall
we roll away the stone?" the earth
trembled and shook, and an angel,
descending from Heaven, rolled it
back, and then sat resting on it. His
countenance was like lightning, and
his garments were white as snow; and
at sight of him, the men Of the guard
fainted away with fear, as if they
were dead.
Mary Magdalene saw the stone roll-
ed away, and waiting to see no more,
ran to Peter and John who were com-
ing towards the place, and said "They
have taken away the Lord and we
know not where they have laid him!"
They immediately ran to the Tomb,
but John, being the faster of the two,
outran the other, and got there first.
He stooped down, and looked in, and
saw the linen clothes in which the
body had been wrapped, lying there;
but he 'did not go in. When Peter
came up, he went in, and saw the linen
clothes lying in one place, and a nap-
kin that had been bound about the
head, in another. John also went in,
and saw the same things. Then they
went home, to tell the rest.
But Mary Magdalene remained out-
side the sepulchre, weeping. After a
little time, she stooped down, and
looked in, and saw Two angels, clo-
thed in white, sitting where the body
of Christ had lain. These said to her,
"Woman, why weepest Thou?" She
answered, "Because they have taken
away my Lord, and I know not where
they have laid him." As she gave thisround,answer,
answer, she turned round, and saw
Jesus standing behind her, but did not
then know Him. "Woman", said He,
'Why weepest Thou? what seekest
hou?" She, supposing Him to be the
gardener, replied, "Sir! If thou bast
borne my Lord hence, tell me where
hou hest laid Him, and I will take
Hirn away." Jesus pronounced her
ane "Mary!" Then she knew him,
nd starting, exclaimed "Master!"
'Touch me not," said Christ, "for I
m not yet ascended to my father;
ut go to my disciples, and say unto
hem I ascend unto my Father, and
our Father; and to my God, and to
our God!"
Accordingly, Mary Magdalene went
nd told the Disciples that she had
een Christ, and what He had said to
er; and with them she found the
ther women whorn she had left at
he sepulchre when she had gone to
all those two disciples, Peter and
ohm These women told her and the
sults will usually follow when the t
birds have been thoroughly starved
for at least twelve hours, The salts (Copyright for North and South America, 1934, by United Feature Syndi-
cate. All eights reserved.)
boor rats or other vermin or the pullets as soon as the sex can be dis-
est, that they had seen at the Tomb,
WO rnen in shining garments, at sight
of whom they had been afraid, an&
had bent down, but who had told,
them that the Lord was risen; and.
also that as they came to tell this
they had seen Christ, on the way, and.
had held Him by the feet and wor-
shipped Him, But these accounts
seemed to the apostles at that as idle
tales, and they did not believe them-.
The soldiers of the guard too, when
they, recovered from their fainting --
fit, and went to the chief Priests to
tell them what they had seen, were -
silenced with large sums of money,
and were told by them to say that the
disciples had stolen the Body away
while they were asleep.
But it happened that on that same
day, Simon and Cleopas -- Simon one
of the twelve apostles, and Cleopas
one of the followers of Christ, were
walking to a village called Emmaus,
at some little distance from jerusa—
lern, and were talking, by the way,
upon the death and resurrection of
Christ, when they were joined by a_
stranger, who explained the Scriptur-
es to them, and told them a great dealt
about God, so that they wondered at
his knowledge. As the night was fast '
coming on when they reached the vil-
lage, they asked this stranger to stay -
with them, which he consented to do.
When they all three sat down to sup --
per, he took some bread, and blessed
it, and broke it, as Christ had done at
the Last Supper. Looking on him in
wonder, they found- that his face was
changed before them, and that it was,
Christ himself; and as they looked on
him, lie disappeared.
They instantly rose up, and return-
ed to Jerusalem, and finding the dis-
ciples sitting together, told them what
they had seen. While they were
speaking, Jesus suddenly stood in the.
midst of all the company, and said`
"Peace be unto ye!" Seeing that they -
were greatly frightened, he shewed
them his hands and feet; and invited
then to touch Him; and, to encour-
age them and give them time to re-
cover themselves, he ate a piece of
broiled fish and piece of honeycomb
before them all.
But Thomas, one of the Twelve
Apost/es, was not there, at that time;
and when the rest said to him aft1r-
wards, "We have seen the Lord!" he
answered "Except I shall see in his
hands the print of the nails, and thrust
my hand into his side, I will not be-
lieve!" At that moment, though the
doors were all shut, Jesus again ap-
peared, standing among them, and
said "Peace be unto youl" Then he
said to Thomas, "Reach thither thy
finger, and behold my hands; and
reach hither thy band, and thrust it
into my side; and be not faithless,
but believeing." And Thomas answer-
ed, and said- to Him "My Lord and
my God!" Then said Jesus "Thomas,
because thou hast seen me, thou hast
believed. Blessed are they that have
not seen me, and yet have believed.'
(Concluded Next Week)
sholud be dissolved in just sufficient
water to moisten a ,small quantity of
mash, which should be spread out im
boards to insure each ehick getting lie
fair dose. Replace the dry mash hop-
pers and give lots of fresh drinking
water after dosing, Thoroughly clean
the house and supply fresh litter as
soon as the salts have worked.
Get the chicks out-of400rs as soon
as weather permits, A mound of eo4
or stones is better than a 'board run-
way. It offers an approaeh from all
sides, while a board runway may liar'
elneks may pile up underneath in pan -
h itnn. If the colony house
moinot be moved to fresh ground oc-
eaeionally, spade tip the ground elose
to the bowie at frequent intervals.
Prig4f6:4 breast from early roost -
g is a mytb. At the Experimental
btation, narrow, Ont,, the chicks are
encoaraged to roost as soon as the
stove is relPrivvil frinn the brooder,
Sena:rate the cockerels from the
tinguished. A better profit is usually
realized when early cockerels are mar-
keted at 2 to 2?,. pounds.
Mose—"Do you think you kin sup-
port my daughter?"
Rastus—"Ah snail do."
Mose--"Evah see her eat,"
Mose--“Evah .see her eat when no
one was lookin?" '
Raster --"Ah stab, has,"
TRIBUTE TO JAPANESE NATIONAL HERO
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The funeral ecologic; .of admiral of
the. fleet Marquis Ileihaeltiro, Togo,
hero' Of the battle' of tbc Sea of j'ap.
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erd in Tokio. The casket is being cts, The admiral was held its nation -
drawn to liblytt Park, site of th al esteem,