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The Huron Expositor, 1922-10-20, Page 7i• I1' "College of ht.rlo and of oronto, Late Dig= a ss' :i Military Distrlet, at.. Office hours at tit, • Monday, Wednesday, ' Saturday, from one• to 2814-12 • DR. F. J. R. FORSTER ' Eye, Ear, Nose and Throat Graduate in Medicine, University of Toronto. Late assistant New York Ophthal- mci and Aural Institute, Moorefield's Eye and .' olden Square Throat Hos- pital's, London, Eng. At Commercial Rotel, Seaforth, third Wednesday in each month from 11 a.m. to $ p.m. GS Waterloo Street, South, Stratford. Phone 267, Stratford. CONSULTING ENGINEERS James, Proctor & Redfern Limited. 80 Toronto 8t., Toronto, Can. Bridges, Pavements; Waterworks. Sewer- age Systems, Incinerators, Factories. Arbitrotione, Litigation. Phone Adel. 1044. Cable: JPRCO'Toronto OUR PEES—Unaasly 'paid out of the money we save our clients. MERCHANTS CASULTY CO. Specialists in Health and Accident Insurance. Policies liberal and unrestricted, Over $1,000,000 paid in losses. Zxceptional opportunities for Local Agents. 904 ROYAL BANK BLDG., 1773-50 Toronto, Out. LEGAL R. 8. HAYS. Barrister Solicitor, Conveyancer and K otary Public. Solicitor for the Do- ednion Bank. Office in rear of the Do - opinion Bank, Seaforth. Money to BEST & BEST Barristers, Solicitors, Convey- ancers and Notaries Public, Etc. Once in the Edge Building, opposite Tke Expositor Office. cry PROUDFOOT, KILLORAN AND HOLMES Barristers, Solicitors, Notaries Pub - Se, etc. Money to lend. In Seaforth an Monday of each week, Office in Qdd Block. W. Proudfoot, K.C., J. j, Killoran, B. E. Holmes. VETERINARY F. HARBURN, V. 8. Honor graduate of Ontario Veterin- ary College, and honorary member of the Medical Association of the Ontario Veterinary College. Treats diseases of ad domestic animals by the most mod- ern principles. Dentistry and Milk /'aver a specialty. Office opposite Dick's Hotel, Main Street, Seaforth. A11 orders left at the hotel will re- vive prompt attention. Night cans received at the office JOHN GRIEVE. V. S. Honor graduate of Ontario Veterin- ary College. All diseases of domestic sntmala treated. Calls promptly at- tended to and charges moderate. Vet- erinary Dentistry a specialty. Office and residence on Goderich street. one d oor east of Dr. Scott's office, Sea- terth. MEDICAL C. J. W. HARN, M.D.C.M. 425 Richmond Street, London, Ont., Specialist, Surgery and Genio-Urin- ary diseases of men and women. DR. J. W. PECK Graduate of Faculty of Medicine McGill University, Montreal; member at College of Physicians and Surgeons of Ontario; Licentiate of Medical Coun- cil of Canada; Post -Graduate Member et Resident Medical staff of General tat Montreal,1914-15; Office, Hospital, e, 2 doors east of Post Office. hone 66. Harwell, Ontario. DR. F. J. BURROWS - Office and residence, Goderich street east of the Methodist church, Seaforth Phone 46, Coroner for the County of Huron. DR. C. MACKAY C. Mackay honor graduate of Trin- ity University, and gold medallist of Trinity Medical College; member of tie College of Physicians and Sur- geons of Ontario. DR. H. HUGH ROSS Graduate of University of Toronto faculty of Medicine, member of Col- lege of Physicians and Surgeons of Ontario; pass graduate courses t Ckicago Clinical School of Chicago; Royal Ophthalmic Hospital, London, England; University Hospital, Lon- don, England. Office—Back of Do- minion Bank, Seaforth. Phone No. 6, Night calla answered from residence, Victoria street, Seaforth. - AUCTIONEERS THOMAS BROWN Licensed auctioneer for the counties as Huron and Perth. Correspondence angemente for sale dates can be de by calling up phone 97, Seaforth The Expositor Office. Charges mod - and satisfaction guaranteed. R. T. LUKER�-�~ ed auctioneer for the County Sales attended to is all tart of a county. Seven years' ex- perience Manitoba and Saikateta- wan. Te reasonable. Phone No, 176 r 11, r; Centralia P. 0., R. >< No, -1. left at The Huron sltposit >f �it14o�►,'� 9sAdorti,` p1romP-t_17- 1aid liA ,4b111W liAtalit / Or • -opt et HO TORONTO ,MkLEOD & ALLI FAN (Continued from last week.) I. "I tell you, Jack, you are 01 through. Do you understand? Dont ask me any questions and I won't tell you any lies. The first thing that strikes you will be a check, and don't you forget it!" Jack's heart gave a bound. The information. had come as a surprise and without his aid, and yet it was none the less welcome. The dreaded anxiety was over; he knew now what the verdict of the Council would be. He had been right from the first in this matter, and Garry had not fail- ed despite the strong political pres- sure which must have been brought against him. The new work now would go on and he and Ruth could go to Morfordsburg together! He could already see her trim, lovely figure in silhouette against the morn- ing light, her eyes dancing, her face aglow in the crisp air of the hills. Garry continued to talk on as they sped into the city, elaborating the details of the warehouse venture -in which he had invested his present and some of his future commissions, but his words fell on stony ground. The expected check was the only thing that filled Jack's thoughts. There was no doubt in his mind now that the decision would be in Mac- Farlane's favor, and that the sum, whether large or small, would be paid. without delay,—Garry being treasur- er and a large amount of money be- ing still due McGowan on the em- bankment and boulevard. It would be joyous news to Ruth, he said to himself, with a thrill surging through his heart. Jack left Garry on the Jersey side and crossed alone. The boy loved the salt air in his face and the -jewelled lights flashed from the ever -restless sea. He loved, too, the dash and vim of it all. Forcing his way through the crowds of passengers to the for- ward part of the boat, he stood where he -could get the full sweep of the wonderful panorama: The jagged purple line of the vast city stretching as far as the eye could reach; with its flat -top, square -sided, boxlike buildings, with here and there a structure taller than the others; the flash of light from Trinity's spire, its cross aflame; the awkward, crab - like movements of innumerable ferry boats, their gaping alligator mouths filled with human flies; the impudent, nervous little tugs, spitting steam in every passing face; the long strings of sausage -linked canalers kept to- gether by grunting, slow-moving tows, the great floating trackyards bearing ponderous cars—eight days from the Pacific without break of bulk; the skinny, far-reaching fingers of in- numerable docks clutching prey of berge, steamer, and ship; the stately ocean -liner moving to sea, dcattering water -bugs of boats, scows and barges as it glided on its way:—all this stir- red his imagination and filled him with a strange resolve. He, too, would win a place among the masses— Ruth's hand fast in his. CHAPTER XXIII When Jack, in reply to Breen's note stepped into his uncle's office, no one would have recognized in the quick, alert, bronze -faced young fellow the retiring, almost timid, boy who once peered out of the port -hole of the cashier's desk. Nor dui Jack's eyes , fall on any human being he had ever seen before. New occupants filled the chairs about the ticker. A few lucky ones—very few—had pulled out and stayed out, and gourd now be found at their country seats in various parts of the State, or on the Riviera, or in Egypt; bot by far the larger part had crawled out of the fight to nurse their wounds within the priv- acy of their own homes where the outward show had to be kept up no matter how stringent the inside econ- omies, or how severe the privations. Others, less fortunate, had disappear- ed altogether from their accustomed haunts and were to be found filling minor positions in some far Western frontier town or camp, or menial berths on a railroad, while at least one victim, too cowardly to leave the field, had haunted the lunch counters, hotel lobbies, and race tracks for months, preying on friends and ac- quaintances alike until dire poverty forced him into crime, and a stone cell and a steel grille had ended the struggle. Failing to find any face he recog- nized, .Jack approached a group a- round the ticker, and inquired for the ti+444. ipA.".1.0y 1p PilRI � 1 entleniatl (edit. se$pl; gra hie •nick ipin, h1R1Ni, eplkhr, cu9 Oat, spec d -t'' 1t oat-• OW9g// , 4 e F t►cx 3i fat± everything pperfect) w q,otood per - Ing his nails. in front of the; plate, glass window overlopldng the street, and who conveyed news of the elder Iireon s whereabouts by a bob of his head and a jerk of his- fat forefinger in the direction of the familiar glass door. Breen sat at hie desk when Jack entered, but it was only When he »poke that his uncle looked, up—SO many men swung back that door with i favors to ask, that spontaneous affa- , bility was often bad policy. "I received your letter, Uncle Ar- thur," Jack began. 1 Breen raised his eyes, and a deep color suffused 'lis face. In his heart ter. t 1144. oo tag er t11411ttP4 uta 1441 til NWA , a'. 40 0s , i E.001. t. betara is doles all gds 4x Yos.. , Jett hpe�lp sld4g ;r pet 4 1944 O. em 1161.0a s *cap tic Capaulet t W par Ramat t'4Ad YOU wW mos. o tit A4 Olt ags n. he had, a sneakingadmiration for th boy.- Ile liked his pluck. Strange too, he liked hint the better for havin left him and striking out fur himself and stranger still, he was a littl ashamed for having brought abou the revolt. Sold by -E. Umbacb, In Walton by W. G. Neal - o I "Well, think -.it over," he replied in one that was meant to show his g entire indifference mount the whole af- fair—"and some time when you are e in town drop in again- And now tell t me about Ruth, as we must call her, I suppose. Your aunt just missed her t at the Cosgraves' the littler day." Then came a short disquisition on Garry and Corinne and their life at Elm Crest, followed by an embarras- ut sing pause, during which the head of the house of Breen lowered the flow line on a blaclr-bottle which he took n from a closet behind his desk,—"his . digestion being a little out that morn- ing," he explained, And so with re- newed thanks for the interest he had `taken in his behalf,'and with his whole mind now concentrated on Peter and the unspeakable happiness in store for him when he poured into the old gentleman's willing and astonished ears the details of the interview, Mr. John Breen, Henry MacFarlane's Chief Assistant in Charge of Outside Work bowed himself out. He had not long to wait. Indeed, that delightful old gentle- , man had but a short time before called to a second old gentleman, a 14 more or less delightful fossil in black wig and spectacles, to take his place at the teller's window, and the first delightful old gentleman was at the precise moment standing on the top step of the Exeter, overlooking the street, where he had caught sight of 1 Jack wending his way toward him. I "Jack, Jack!" Peter cried, waving his hand at the boy. Oh, that's you, Uncle Peter, is it? T Shall "No, Jack, stay where you are until I come to you." "And where are you going now?" burst out Jack, overjoyed at reaching his side. I "To luncheon, my dear boy! We'll go to Fevre's, and have a stuffed pepper and a plate of spaghetti an inch deep, after my own receipt. Booti cooks it deliciously;—and a bottle of red wine my boy,—rine,— not logwood and Vinegar. No stand- ing up ata trough, or sitting at a high stool, or wandering about with a sandwich between your fingers,— ruining your table manners and your digestion. And now tell me about dear Ruth, and what' she says about coming down to dinner next week?" i It was wonderful how young he looked, and how happy he was, and how spry his step, as the two turned into William Street and so on to the ' .cheap little 'French restaurant with its sanded floor, little tables for two and four, with their tiny pots of mus- tard and flagons of oil and red vin- egar,—this last, the "left -overs" of countless bottles of Bordeaux,—to say nothing of the great piles of French bread weighing down a shelf beside the proprietor's desk, racked up like cordwood, and all of the same color, length and thickness. Every foot of the way through the room toward his own table—his for years, and which was placed in the far corner overlooking the doleful little garden with its half-starved vine and hanging baskets—Peter had been obliged to speak to everybody he passed (some of the younger men rose to their feet to shake his hand) — until he reared the proprietor and gave his order. Auguste, plump and oily, his nap- kin over his arm, drew out his chair (it was always tipped back in reserve until he arrived), laid another plate and accessories for his guest, and then bent his head in attention until Peter indicated. the particular brand of Bordeaux—the color of the wax sealing its top was the only label— with which he proposed to enterain his friend. All this time Jack had been on the point of bursting. Once he had slip- ped his hand into his pocket for Breen's lett in the belief that the best way to Net the most enjoyment out of the incident of his visit and the result,—for it was still a joke to Jack,—would be to lay the half sheet on Peter's plate and watch the old fellow's face as he read it. Then he decided to lead gradually up to it, concealing the best part of the story —the prospectus and how it was to be braced—until the last. But the boy could not wait; so, af- ter he had told Peter abouth Ruth,— and that took ten minutes, try as hard as he could to shorten the telling — during which the stuffed peppers were in evidence,—and after Peter had replied with certain messages to Ruth,—during which the spaghetti was served sizzling hot, with entranc- ing frazzlings of brown cheese cling- ing to the edges of the tin plate—th- "Why, Jack!" He was on his fee now, his hand extended; something of his old-time cordiality in his man I nen. "You got my letter, did you? Well, 1 wanted to talk to you abo that ore property. You own it still don't you?" The habit of his life of going straight at the business i hand, precluded every other topic Then again he wanted a chance to look the boy over under fire,—"size him up," in his own vocabulary. He might need his help later on. "Oh, we don't own a foot of it,— don't want to. If Mr. MacFarlane decides to—" "I'm not talking about MacFar- lane's job; I'm talking about your own property,—the Cumberland ore property,—the one year father left you. You haven't sold it, have you?" This came in an anxious tone. "No," answered Jack simply, won- dering what his father's legacy had to do with his Chief's proposed work. "Have you paid the taxes?" Ar- thur's eyes were now boring into his. "Yes, every year; they were not much. Why do you ask?" I'll tell you that later on," answer- ed his uncle with a more satisfied air. "You were up there with MacFarlane, weren't you?—when he went to look over the ground of the Maryland Mining Company where he is to cut the horizontal shaft?" Jack' nodded. "So I heard. Well, -it may. interest you to learn that some of our Muk- ton people own the property. It was I who sent MacFarlane up, really, al- though he may not know it." "That was very kind of you, sir," rejoined Jack, without a trace of either gratitude or surprise. "Well, I'm glad you think so. Some of our directors also own a block of that new road MacFarlane is finish- ing. They wouldn't hire anybody else after they had gone up to Corkles- ville and had seen how he did his work, to I had ,the secretary of the company write MacFarlane, and that's how it came about." Jack nodded and waited; his uncle's drift was not yet .apparent, "Well, what I wanted to see you about, Jack, is this:" here he settled his fat back into the chair, "All the ore in, that section of the country,— so our experts say, dips to the east. They've located the vein and they think a horizontal shaft and gravity wilt get the stuff to tide water much cheaper than a vertical "shaft and hoist. Now if the ore should peter out—and the devil himself can't tell always about that—we've got to get some ore somewhere round there to brace up and make good our pro- spectus, even if it does cost a little more, and that's where your Cumber- land property might come in,—see? One of our lawyers looked over a re- cord of your deed in the town hall of Mulford—" here he bent forward and consulted a paper on his desk— "No,—'that's not ib,—Morfordsburg, —yes, that's it,—Morfordsburg,— looked up the deed, I say, Jack, and from what he says I don't believe your property is more than a quarter of a mile, as the crow flies, from where they want MacFarlane to be- gin cutting. If the lawyer's right there may be a few dollars in it for you—not much, but something; and if there is,—of course, I don't want to commit myself, and I don't want to encourage you too much—but if he's right I should advise your bring- ing me what papers you've got and have our attorney look them over, and if everything's O.K. in the title, your property might be turned over to the new company and form part of the deal. You can understand, of course, that we don't want any other deposits in that section but our own." Breen's meaning was clear now. So was the purpose of the. letter. Jack leaned back in his chair, an expression first of triumph and then of disgust crossing his face. That his uncle should actually want him back in his business in any capacity was as complimentary as it was un- expected. That the basis of the co- partnership-- and it was this that brought the curl to his lip—was such that neither a quarter of a mile nor two miles would stand in the way of a connecting vein of ore on paper, was to he expected by any one at all familiar with his uncle's methods. "Thank, you, Uncle Arthur," he an- swered simply, "hut there's nothing decided yet about the Morfordsburg work. I heard a bit of news coming down on the train this morning that may cause Mr. MacFarlane to look upon the proposed work more favor- ably, hut that is for him to say. As to my own p,roperty, when I am there again, if I do go,—I will look over the ground myself and have Mr. Mac- Farlane go with me and then I can decide," Arthur knitted his brows. it was not the answer he had expected. In fact, he was very much astonished both, at the reply and the way in which it wag given. He began to be sorry he had raised the question at all. He would gladly have helped Jack in getting a good price for his property, provided it did not inter- fere with his own plane but to edu- cate him up to the position of an ob- structionist, was quite another mat- "Raw From Eczema Doctors Do Their Best" "Rorty years r suffered. One tee mw from toes to body. No living man could believe what 1 sof fired. It was D.D.D. that relieved me, and for three Vara t haven't bad a sign of ecrema." These words are taken from the letter of Ra. sus Garrett. Chesterville, Ontario. Mr, garret* will answer any questions yon care to ask him, If yon haven't Med the cooling, healing D. D. D. for skin disease we shall be glad to sell you a bottle today en our personal guar, antes. p,00 a Dottie. Try D.D. D, Soap, toe. FOR SALE BY ALL DEALERS now, I" 01! helve tysttel;"' Rd 4}ixio g !is. eagal,'ueait b, -could:, . ( Tu'he old fellow hekt up' i t'(,jsa ! reached for the shabby, d14st-hogt'lmeti:: bottle, that had been sound asleep' Under the sidewalk for years-; filled: ; Jack's glass, then. his own; settled' himself in his chair and sand with a' dry smile: "If it's something' startling, Jack, Ewait until we drink this," and he lift. ed the slender rim to his lips. !"If it's so!hething delightful, you can i spring it now." , It is both," answered Jack. "Lis- terand doubt your ears. I had a let- ter from Uncle Arthur this morning asking me to come and see him about my Cumberland ore property, and 1 1 have just spent an hour with him." Peter put down his glass:, "You had a letter from • Arthur Breen—about—what do you meats, Jack." 1, Just what I say." Peter moved close to the tabic, and looked at the boy in wonderment. I "Well, what did he want?" He was all attention now. Arthur Breen sending for Jack!—and after all that had happened! Well—well! "Wants me to put the. Cumberland ore property father left me into one of his companies." "That fox!" The explosion cleared the atmosphere for an instant. '&That fox!" answered Jack, in a confirmatory tone ; and then followed an account of the interview, the boy chuckling at the end of every sent- ence in his delight over the situation. I "And what are you going to do?" asked•Peter in an undecided tone. He had heard nothing so comical as this for years. "Going to do 'nothing,—that is, nothing with Uncle Arthur. In the first place, the property is worthless, unless half a million of money is spent upon it." "Or is said to have been spent upon it," rejoined Petr with a smile, re- membering the Breen methods. "Exactly so;—and in the second place, I would rather tear up the deed than have it added to Uncle Ar- thur's stock of balloons." Peter drummed on the table -cloth and looked out of the window. The boy was right in principle, but then the property might not be a balloon at all; might in fact be worth a great deal more th y dreamed of. That Arthur Breen had gone out of his way to send for Jack—knowing, as Peter did, how systematically both he and his wife had abused and.ridi- culed him whenever his name was mentioned—was positive evidence to Peter's mind not only that the prop- erty had a value of some kind but that the discovery was of recent ori- gin "Would you know yourself, Jack, what the property was worth, that is, do you feel yourself competent to pass upon its value?" asked Peter, lifting his glass to his lips. He was getting back to his normal condition now, "Yes, to a certain extent, and if I fail, Mr, MacFarlane will help me out. He was superintendent of the Rockford Mines for five years. Ho - received his early training there,— but there is no use talking about it, Uncle Peter, I only told you to let you see how the same old thing is going on day after day at Uncle Ar- thur's. If it isn't Mukton, it's Gin - sing, or Black Royal, or some other gas bag." "What did you tell him?" • "Nothing,—not in all the hour I talked with him. He did the talking; I did the listening." "I hope you were courteous to him, my boy?" "I was,—.particularly so:" "He wants your property, does he?" ruminated Peter, rolling a crumb of bread between his thumb and forefinger. "I wonder what's up. He has made some bad breaks lately and there were ugly rumors about the house for a time. He has with- drawn his account from the Exeter and so I've lost sight of all of his transactions." Here a new idea seem- ed to strike him: "Did he seem very anxious about getting hold of the land?" A queer smile played about Jack's lips: He seemed net to be, but he was." "You're sure?" "Very sure; and so would you be if you knew him as well as I do. I have heard him talk that way to dozens of men and then brag how he'd 'covered his tracks,' as he used to call it." "Then, Jack," exclaimed Peter in a decided tone, "there is something in it. What it is you will find nut be- fore many weeks, but something. I will wager you he has not only had your title searched but has had test holes driven all over your land. These fellows stop at nothing. Let him a- lone for a while and keep him guess- ing. When he writes to you again to come and see him, answer that you are too busy, and if he adds a word about the ore beds tell hint you have withdrawn them the market. In the meantime I will have a talk with one of our directors who has an interest, so he told me, in a new steel company up in the Cumberland Mountains, somewhere near your property, I be- lieve. He may know something of what's going on, if anything is going on." ,Tack's eyes blazed. Something go- ing on! Suppose that after all he and Ruth would not have to wait. Peter read his thoughts and laid his hand on Jack's wrist: "Keep your toes on the earth, my boy:—no balloon ascensions and no hubhles,—none of your own blowing. They are bad things to have burst in your hands—four hands now, remem- ber, with Ruth's. If there's any money in your Cumberland ore bank, it will come to light without your help. Keep still and say nothing, and don't you sign your name to a piece of paper as big as a postage stamp until you let me see it." Here Peter looked at his watch and rose from the table. (Continued next week.) hitt rt. "The most Deliiciatts Tea yon, cL 4 4100 A Big Bar A full-size, full -weight, solid bar of good soap is "SURPRISE." Best for any and all household use. 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