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By Archie P. McKishnie
CHAPTER I
e ENTER THE FLY
"Trollivor," said Mr. Jonas Haight
irritably, "I wish you would not in-
sist on using that word `lucky' when
referring to.the enviable positions we
occupy as trustees of the Parnley es. -
tate. Fortunate, I'm willing to ad-
mit; but it was brains that put us
where we are, my boy. Luck play-
ed no part in it."
¶[she speaker flashed his hawk -like
eyes at the big, ' well-groomed man
before him, and eased his slight fig-
ure into a chair.
"What made you the cleverest
criminal' lawyer in the province?" he
continued, "a dispenser of justice -
through the dupe -judges you own and
control? Was that luck, Trollivor?"
The lawyer smiled.
'Wm not forgetting that I have
much to thank you for-," he be-
gan, but the older man checked him
with a gesture of impatience.
"I'm not angling for compliments,
Trollivor. Hell's fire, man! I want
you to realize that out of the five
hundred thousand people who make
up this city of Harport, there are per-
haps half a dozen, in all, fitted by
Nature, God, or whatever power you
care to designate, to lead, own end
control the others. Aren't we prov-
ing it?"
"Yes," the lawyer admitted, "it
looks that way."
"Ha, ha!" cackled Haight. "Looks
that way, does it? Damn it! It is
that way, I tell you. Take this Jim
Turnbull, for instance; a climber from
the gutter to success, that -chap, one
who uses velvet slippers when the go-
ings easy and spiked boots when the
necessity arises, but the point is -he
gets there. Not a brainy man either.
Cunning rather, but worth three mil-
lions of money, which he has secured
by simply reaching out for it."
"And." remarked Trollivor dryly,
"that's why he swims in our little
school, I presume."
"Exactly,"
Haight rubbed his hands together
and Laughed softly.
"I see you know fish, my boy. Good.
To know fish is to know humanity.
You've noticed that those finned deni-
zens school according to size. It's
the same with men. First law of
self-preservation, I suppose. You
Trollivor, Turnbull, one or two others
and myself swim in the same school.
Why? You know why. And what
happens when a smaller fish takes a
notion to edge in among the big fins,"
"Heaven help him!" murmured
Trollivor.
"But it's life," declared Haight
"We must all learn our lessons. The
bigger fish feed on the smaller -so
let the small fish beware."
He got up and moved with quick,
eat -like tread to the window. He was
a man well on past middle age, but a
hunvan dynamo of energy and nerve -
force. The head, with its shock of
iron -grey hair and great, dark eye:;
set in thin, shallow face, seemed to.)
big for the slight body. But one soon
forgot this in the colossal will -power
of the man.
Those eyes which had a habit of
lowering their heavy lids under stress
of emotion, shutter -like. as an eagle's
eyes film at sense of quarry or dan-
er, slitted now as he gazed across
he beautiful city to the river running
free between greening banks.
"Brains, Trollivor," he murmured,
'Brains -and power. A great upper -
unity has knocked at our door. Come
here, and stand beside me. I want
yon to see what I see."
"Now," as Trollivor joined him, "be-
orefyour gaze lies a city; a fair city,
my boy, but with no particular out-
standing feature to distinguish it
from hundreds of other cities you
might glimpse in a journey across the
Continent, You could place it in al-
most any civilized country in the
world -and it would seem to belong.
Do you realize Trollivor," he contin-
ued as the other remained silent,
that this is but one of many marts
whereon men battle for success and
power, and where but a chosen few
swim in the big school?"
The lawyer made no reply. His
eyes were on the river, which took
ts rise somewhere in the mountains
standing like mauve -tinted banks of
fog far eastward, and which retained
ts limpid freshness despite the pollu-
tion which poured into it from the
city. There were perhaps few rivers
n the world more beautiful than the
ifuskavahooch. It held the coldness
and the transparency of deepest lake,
and to the tug of its currents its sur-
face wove rainbow hues of every des-
cribable tint, as catching the urge of
the downward sweep it flashed toward
the rock -girt shallows, westward.
Trollivor was recalled to himself by
an impatient exclamation from
Haight.
"Excuse nee," he' said, "but I was
Just thinking that the river out yon-
der has the laugh on the city and
those of us who are, fighting for that
success and power of which you
speak. It's strong, that river, free
and happy. It's as God made it, as
He intended it to be. I don't know-"
He swung back to the table. His
face had become suddenly shadowed.
"Look here," cried Haight, sudden -
y confronting him, "you're letting
damned, sentimental nonsense inter-
erefwith business. And you're drink -
ng like 'r fish too. You're more
than half drunk none."
Trollivor made a grimace.
"As a fish of the'school of Haight,
is my ,prirvilege to drink --r-," he
commenced, but •Elaight . interrupted
him:
"You better forget all' about that
woman, Trollivor. ' You can't afford
to 'have your; eflitieney crippled just
at this Critical time."
The lawyer sat;dowh heavily in his
chair.
"If you don't mind," he said, "we'll
not speak of -that woman. Now, I'm
ready to discuss business if you are."
"Very good."
Haight lit a cigarette •and sat
watching the blue smoke curl from
the glowing ash.
' Wesley Trollivor's eyes were on
him. He was wondering if this man
with all his boasted brain and astute -
nese had ever given him credit for
guessing just what position he, Trol-
livor, occupied in the school of sharks
to which he had alluded. Was he not
the pilot -fish that warned the others
from too dangerous waters? Would
he 'be one with and of Haight and his
ilk were it not for his knowledge of
the law?
'His lip curled contemptuously.
Haight, he knew, was respected for'
his mock -piety, his philanthropy, was
exalted for virtues he did not possess.
Ile was a Justice of the Peace and
an officer in the magnificent church
his •own money had built; a leading
light,- a man for younger men to
copy. He owned two beautiful homes
--,one of them in the country. The
world acceptedhim for what he seem-
ed, a man who lived simply and clean-
ly.
And this man. James Turnbull. He
occupied a beautiful' borne in. the most
select residential section which was
shared by a foster -sister, a magnifi-
cent country estate nine miles out of
the city and a summer home at a
noted seaside resort. He was a
well-known turf -figure and enthusiast
of the prize -ring. He associated with
rough and dissolute men and certain
unsavoury stories had leaked out con-
cerning his associations with women
of questionable virtue.
Wesley Trolliw'or smiled grimly. He
was in great company. iHle, himself,
posed neither as a philanthropist nor
a churchman. He cared little what
people thought or said about him.
His one ambition was power. This
in no small degree was already his.
He had during five years of practice
in Harport won the name of being
the cleverest criminal lawyer in the
state. He possessed the art of cold-
ly analyzing people, of probing their
inmost souls and laying their most
carefully guarded secrets bare before
his eyes. And for this reason those
who knew him best respected him
and hated him most. He owned the
judges of Harport, the police magis-
trate and the officers under his
charge. Probe to a man's weakness,
and he is' yours.
Trollivor did not trust Jonas
Haight: he trusted no man for that
matter. Circumstance had thrown
him and the ex -banker together, and
Opportunity, who usually confers her
favours on individuals, departed sod
far from her regular custom as to
take each of them by the hand and
point the way to greater wealth and
pawe r.
Haight, having consumed his cig-
arette, spoke suddenly.
"To -day is the eighth of June, Trol-
livor. In two short months more-"
He sat back with a sigh and nod-
ded his head slowly.
"Our late friend, Parnley, possess-
ed a marvellous gift of selection, my
friend. He has given us a most sac-
red trust to perform; that of distrib-
uting his colossal fortune where it
will do the most good. We must-"
Trollivor brought his fist down on
the table with a crash.
"Shut up!" he snapped. "Damn
your hypocritical drivelling. I hate
it! We know what we intend to do
with •old Parnley's millions. Let it
go at that."
"All right, all right!" Hlaight might
halve been addressing a petulant
child. "Supposing you read the will
again, Trollivor," he suggested.
"You must know it by heart now,"
grumbled the lawyer. Nevertheless
he produced from his drawer a docu-
ment and read aloud:
"To my nephew, David Webster, if
alive, I leave all my money and pro-
perty. If at the 'enei of fourteen
months he does not appear to claim
it, I authorize my trusted agents,
Wesley Trollivor and Jonas Haight,
to convert all my holdings except
Shag Villa, my country estate, and
Drowned Acres, my shooting pre-
serve, into cash to be used toward re-
lieving the poor and destitute of Har -
port city. The latter properties are
to be held intact, and the older serv-
ants, including the housekeeper, but-
ler and farm manager retained or
retired on pensions equal to their
present salaries." -
In those few simple words had the
eccentric Parnley disposed of three
millions of dollars and securities
amounting to about four millions
more. And Wesley Trollivor and
Jonas Haight had met here in the
sanctum sanctorum and discussed
matters in lowered voices. They had
met frequently since. They had met
again this morning.
Haight sat rubbing his hands. He
was dreaming wonderful dreams.
"We've done our part, Trollivor,"
ho spoke at length. "Advertised for
the heir and left no stone unturned
to find him. Then comes word that
he was killed in the war. Now, in
two months' time, we will have the
handling of millions."
He sat straight up in his chair.
"!Millions, Trollivor!"
He sank back, eyes slitted and fin-
gers working like the feeling talons
of a hawk.
A knock sounded on the door.
Trollivor went to the door and un-
locked it. 'He came slowly back to
the table and threw down a yellow
envelope.
Haight's eyes opened wide at sight
of the telegram. Trollivor laughed.
"I see you too have a hunch that
this wire contains something of a
jolt," he sneered.
`nom a drawer of the table he
'110.1e'e 'w1t71 ilt�s PAM) kagainst u',,;49.
He dra><l� rspio 'e bottle, d
eael�,ing ttr, tran tore it
open,
'Pelee he road it $Iai'ough. Then;
with a white ess altoiat' his mouth, he
tossed it to the othei" man.
Haight snatched it/tp. Hle read:
"Timmins, .Cole.
June 7th.
'Report of Webster's death error.
On his way south to i Tains property.
•No doubt as to his identity.
Ross."
"Damnation!"
tion!"
nodded Trollivor with a
twisted smile. '
Haight flashed him any angry look.
"Well, what's to be done?" he cried.
"If Webster had only remained lost
for ,two months Langer-" T h e
words died in a groan.
Trollivor sat toying with an ivory
paper -knife. "I don't know what we
can do," he said helplessly,
"Well, I know." Height was or
his feet like a flash. "We've gut to
prove this man Webster an impostor
understand? And I guess we've got
influence enough to do it."
Trollivor's eyes opened wide.
"If the rightful heir had already
been found, say-" he insinuated.
"He will be--'-- arid to -day. I'll
find him," shot back Hraight, "Your
part will be to prepare certain docu-
mentary proofs of his genuineness.
When the real Webster arrives we'l
have the trap set, Grave offence, I'd
say, impersonating; with a view of
securing property worth seven mil-
lions."
"Very."
Trollivor pressed the tips of his
fingers together and frowned the
frown that had chilled more than
one poor devil in the snare of the
law.
"In fact," he said, "I should feel
justified in asking Judge Martin to
give the •offender the extreme penal.
ty, which," he added softly, "is fif-
teen years."
"And," said Haight, with a sneer,
"the honourable magistrate does seem
to temper his judgment largely from
what you say, Trollivor."
"He had better," said the lawyer
grimly. "I've got him exactly where
he can't help himself."
Haight tapped the telegram on the
table.
"Concerning this now. The real
Webster is likely to arrive at any
moment, so we have got to get hold
of a sham Webster right away. I'll
find a man who for a consideration
will play the part. You do the jug-
gling act that will effectively shut
the rightful heir away, and at the
same time keep our own skins intact.
Well," he broke off, "can't you instil
a 'little enthusiasm into that fishy
soul of yours? I don't suppose you
are anxious to have your record as
trustee of the late Parnley's affairs
investigated. are you?"
"Hleaven forbid!" shivered the now
fully awakened Trainmen
"Then get busy. I'll be off now to
do my little part."
Haight reached for hat and stick,
then stood with body rigid gazing to-
ward the door. Slowly Trollivor's
gaze followed.
Standing just inside the. room was
a tall, broad -shouldered man dressed
in regulation miner's garb; flannel
shirt bloused into corduroy knicker-
bockers and high Strathcona boots
reaching to his knees. HS carried
his coat on his arm and his hat in
one huge sun -blistered hand. There
was a sureness, a certain poise about
him that his open, sunny face some-
how belied. His hair, clipped short
along the massive neck, rippled in
tiny waves across a wide brow, from
which laughed a•pair of reckless steel
blue eyes.
So much Trollivor saw in one fleet-
ing glance, then his eyes sought
Haight's.
"Who are you, and what do you
want here?" that gentleman demand-
ed.
The newcomer glanced from one to
the other of the two men before him.
"Which one of you gentlemen is
Trollivor?" he asked.
"I'm Trollivor," answered the law-
yer. "What do yeti want with me?"
The young giant shifted his posi-
tion uneasily, casting an apprehen-
sive look on Haight.
"You can speak before this gen-
tleman," said the lawyer. "Now, out
with it. What do you want?"
"I guess I want advice," said the
stranger reluctantly. "I came to this
city to get hold of a good lawyer. I
heard about you and I'ni here."
"Well, you can't consult with me
to -day. You'll have to come back lat-
er," commenced Trollivor, but Haight
held up his hand.
"Wait," he said.
He went to the door, shut and bolt-
ed it, then came back to the table.
"Sit down, young man," he address-
ed the caller. "Trollivor, some cig-
ars. Now," when the three were
seated, "Mr. Trollivor will hear what
you have to say, Mr.-?"
"My name's Nevilles," the stranger
informed them. "I'm a prospector.
Got a claim up in the Dog Tooth
Mountain district called the Little
Rainbow. I'm in trouble. It happen-
ed this way. I had a partner named
Swarts; a stinking German if ever
there was one. One night claim -
jumpers paid us a visit. I was alone;
Swarts had gone over to the LaFrond
for provisions. There were five of
them. There was a fight. I got one
of them with my six gun and winged
two others."
"You mean to say you killed one of
the claim -jumpers?" Trollivor gasp-
ed. "Please be as explicit as you
can, Mr. Nevilles."
"Well, I got him, then, if you wanc
unvarnished facts. The others beat
it. II trailed them. I wasn't just
satisfied. Three miles down the
Whipple they stopped and held a par-
ley. I saw S&warts join 'em. I knew
then that he had planned the whole
thing."
"And what did you do?"
"Do? Why, I went back to the
shack and waited for that German.
I had left the lamp iburning and was
lying in my bunk shamming sleep.
"He came at last. He didn't come
in, of course. He went around to the
window and raised it. Then he stood
back and lifted his rifle."
11e paused and sat twisting his hat
nervously in his hands.
"And then ---e?" said
moistening his dry lips.
"That was the last mow'e Swarts
ever made. It was either him or me
forfirst,it"-and I happened to see him
"What did you do next?"
Trollivor sat gazing at the your
man, his, white fingers beating a tat-
too on te polished face of the table.
"If you want my advice, rememiber,
you must hold nothing back."
"I'll conte clean," said Nevilles,
"Don't you suppose I know when I'm
up against it right? You asked me
what 1 did next. I went down to La -
Frond, reported what I had done and
gave myself up to the constable. He
didn't even' lock me up; you see, the
boys knew both of us. I had always
played pretty square, and Swarts-
well, he had had a bad reoord.
"An inquest was held and the ver -
diet was that Swarts had come to his
death -accidentally."
"Just so, just so," murmured Trol-
livor. "Extraordinary procedure, but
not unprecedented in mining camps,"
"Well, that was all right," resumed
the prospector, "and if it hadn't been
for a sneak named David Webster I'd
have gotten--.,"
Haight had leaped to his feet at
the name.
"Whom did you
sharply.
"Keep quiet, Haight," cautioned
Trollivor. "Proceed, Mr. Neivilles.
You said something about a man nam-
ed David Webster, I believe."
"No, I haven't said anything about
him yet, but I'm willing. to.
"This Webster, it seems, had gone
up to Klondike with a pack of his
kind to some spot near that which
caused the rush of '98. He struck up
there until the war broke out, then
he enlisted. After the war was over,
hearing of the gold strike in the Col-
orado Rockies -he came there. Now
a man has no more business going
out to seek gold without money in
his pocket than a hunter has going
after gribblies without cartridge's in
his rifle; and this fellow, Webster,
didn't have a red cent. Besides, he
was a dope addict and the drug had
undermined his health. I took pity
on him, grub -staked him and gave
him a job; and he repaid me by steal-
ing what gold I had managed to
scrape together. I couldn't kill him
because they don't do those sort of
things in mining camps to -day, and I
couldn't prove that he stole my gold
either. All I could do was kick him
out. which I did.
"He never forgave me, and has
made trouble for me ever since. Now
he claims that I murdered ;Swarts in
cold blood, and declares he can pro-
duce two witnesses to prow that I
deliberately shot him down.
"Nobody in camp would pay any
attention to his ravings, but I kept an
eye on Mr. Webster; and' when I
'earned that he had started for this
city I knew that his intentions were
to have me hung far murder if pos-
sible and get hold of my mining
claim. I knew also that he would
never do it."
He looked up, a
lips,
"Doesn't look
holding anything
it?"
"It is much better to state all the
facts, as you are doing," nodded Trol-
livor.
"Exactly," murmured Haight.
"Well," shrugged the prospector,
"that's about all there is to tell."
"I infer from what you have told
us that Webster never reached this
city." spoke Trollivor softly.
"He reached the city, yes."
"But you had him taken care of?"
"You bet I did. It was necessary
in order to give myself a fighting
chance. Webster had planned exact-
ly what he would, do; I had made no
plans. I didn't want to be arrester
until I had laid my case before a good
lawyer."
"I would like to _ask you a question
or two," interposed Trollivor. "You
may answer or not, as you wish. It
isn't necessary that you tell me what
disposition you have made of this man
who desires your arrest, but I'll ad-
mit I am curious to know."
Nevilles laid his dead cigar on a
tray. and rising walked to the window
overlooking the street. For perhaps
a minute he stood there pondering,
then„turning.
"I "Rave fixed Webster," he said
caustically.
"You mean-----?" gasped Trollivor,
pushing bade his chair from the table.
'You mean---?"
"Oh no, I don't mean to say I've
killed him --I've locked him safe a-
way, that's all. In other words, Web-
ster's teeth have been drawn. He's
going to stay hidden away until I
give the word."
Trollivor glanced at Haight,
"Mr. Nevilles," he said, "I will not
attempt to disguise from you the fact
that you have placed yourself in a
very grave position. But," he added
reassuringly, "you're in good hands.
I think I have a solution to the prob-
lem. but first---"
He raised frowning eyes to the
prospector. "Heave I your assurance
that you place yourself entirely in my
hands and that you will do exactly as
I dictate in the matter?"
"Yes." The answer was given un-
hesitatingly. '"It's the only thing I
can do, 1 guess."
CHAPTER II
THE BARGAIN
Trollivor lit a cigarette. He leaned
back in his swivel chair and inspect-
,
kiiaight,
say?" he asked
grim smile on his
as though I was
back, so far, does
•
5
lio'p el% alt
olr 731fri)* xI4texi ci*tarlt fi
with Which you aro. ?mot 90velr3
Must necessarily debar xie no .'.,
ing your case."
He i ationed toward Haight:
"Two wil4 be surprised, to learn
that this gentleman andmyself are
the trustees of the ,Parsleyestate,
and as such must f1rs''t consult the
best interests of ,David Webster, the
heir."
Ile smiled with complacent sa'tis;-
faction as Nevilles's eyes opened wide
in wonder,, and shot a quick glance at
Haight, raising a finger warningly as
that gentleman made a thought to
speak,
Nevilles .stirred from his stupefied
amazement -
"Then," he observed quietly, "you
two gents must have had things pret-
ty soft, according to all accounts."
It was Trollivor"s and Haight's turn
to stare now. The eyes of the two
men met in mutequestion.
"Just what do you mean by that
remark?" demanded the lawyer crisp-
ly.
"No offence at all," returned Nev-
illes easily. "But from what Web-
ster let' drop concerning his affairs, is
judged that his trustees were playing
the deuce in general with his money.
For my part," he added darkly, "I
hope it's true. You couldn't steal too
much from that hound to suit me."
Stark silence followed his words. It
was broken by the sharp snapping of
the paper -knife in Trollivor's fingers.
"Of course, Nevilles," he said, his
voice strained and unnatural, "you
are lying. Webster never said or
even intimated any such thing."
A low cackle of derision came from
Haight.
"He'd be likely to confide in you in
any case, wouldn't he?" he sneered,
pointing an accusing finger at the
prospector.
"You f orgot," returned Nevilles,
"that drug addicts, like drunkards,
are liable to become over -communica-
tive. I don't ,claim that he was tell-
ing the truth, understand; what's
more, I don't care. It doesn't affect
me one way or the other."
"But," frowned Trollivor, "you
must see the absurdity of the charge,
Nevilles. How could a man, several
hundred miles away from here know
that his interests were being abused,
even if, for the sake of argument,
such were the case. Undoubtedly, if
Webster let fall any such remark in
your hearing, it was purely the result
of a sick imagination, and as such
should be given no credence. Y o u
agree with me there, I hope?"
He pressed his soft, white hands
together, and waited for the answer.
"I'm willing to believe anything you
care to tell nee about the coyote, Web-
ster," grated Nevilles. "He's wetting
his now --sand he's going to get it
harder. He's wanting to swear my
life away and gobble up my Little
Rainbow; but, gents, you hear me say
it, he's not going to do it.
"Of course, I realize that I've made
a mistake in coming to you for ad-
vice, Mr. Trollivor, and in coming
clean about my dealings with Web-
ster, I was told that you were the
cleverest criminal lawyer in this city,
but I didn't know that your interests
and. Webster's were one. Looks as
though I've made a mess of things."
He shifted uneasily in his chair, hie
bronzed forehead puckering moodily.
"I guess I took too much for grant-
ed maybe. You see, I rather hoped
that the story this chap who unearth-
ed Webster told was true-"
"Whom do' you mean?" Trollivor
shot the question.
"Oh," said Nevilles, "I forgot to
tell you there was a fellow by the
name of Faulkner. who drifted into
Tennant's camp and asked for a job.
Webster didn't even know that he had
been left a fortune unti !this interest-
ing city -idiot told him. Faulkner, it
seems, had indisputable proof in the
way of newspaper clippings and such.
It was he who told Webster that the
trustees of the estate were abusing
their •trust."
"Great God!"
(Continued next week.)
WAYS TO USE RHUBARB FOR
PIES AND SAUCES
The majority of the first fruits and
vegetables of the season (unless they
are home grown) are rather expens-
ive. Rhubarb is an exception, and al-
though it should be classified under
the heading of vegetable rather than
fruit, it is so delicious when used .in
desserts, sauces and pies it is deserv-
ing of more than honorable mention
among fruit recipes.
The following are suggestions for
serving this stimulating and appetiz-
ing spring food:
Red Rhubarb Pudding.
One pint of red rhubarb, cut in one -
inch pieces, one cupful puffed raisins,
chopped; four candied cherries coarse-
ly chopped; one cupful sugar, quarter
teaspoonful cinnamon.
Mix and place in buttered pudding
dish. Pour over the fruit a batter
made as follows:
Two heaten eggs, half cupful milk,
one and quarter cupfuls flour, one
ta'bles'poonful softened butter, quarte-
cupful sugar, two teaspoonfuls baking
powder, pinch of salt.
Mix and sift the dry ingredients,
add the milk, egg and butter. Bake
in a moderate oven about 370 degrees
F. for one hour. Serve with lemon
sauce.
Scalloped Rhubarb and Pineapple.
Three-quarters cupful crushed pine-
apple, two cupfuls stewed rhubarb,
two cupfuls stale bread crumbs, four
tablespoonfuls melted butter, four
teaspoonfuls brown sugar, quarter
teaspoon grated nutmeg, quarter tea-
spoon salt, three tablespoonfuls wa-
ter.
Mix pineapple and rhubarb and
drain from syrup. Mix stale (not dry)
bread crumbs with butter, sugar, nut-
meg and salt, Put a layer in greas-
ed 'basking dish, cover with half the
cos
Makes l'el
Keeps 7014
fruit, another layer of erunybs, ret
mainipg fruit and sprinkle; with wa-
ter. Cover with remaining crumbs,
put Over on dish and bake 40'amin-
utes in a moderate oven or at 250
decrees" F. Remove cover the last.
half-hour that pudding may brown.
Serve hot with syrup from fruit.
Rhubarb Tuttit-Fruitti Shortcake.
Shortcake dough, Si cup raisins, 34
cup strawberry preserves, two cups
baked rhubarb, 1 cup stoned dates, y%
cup candied orange rind.
Sweeten the rhubarb to taste when
baking: add the chopped fruits. As
soon as the shortcake is removed from
the oven, spread layer with some of
the fruit mixture. A little whipped
cream can be placed on top of each
layer. Top with whipped cream.
, If desired, rhubarb and pineapple
may be baked 'together. They make a
good filling for shortcake.
Baked Rhubarb and Figs.
One pound cooking figs, 1 ,pound
rhubarb, 1 cup sugar, boiling water.
Wash the figs thoroughly, cover
with boiling water and allow them to
soak for several hours, then simmer
until the water is almost evaporated.
Place the figs, sugar and rhubarb in
a baking dish -a bean pot is good`
in alternate layers, add the remaining
water in which the figs were cooked,
cover and bake in a slow oven -3255
deg. F. -until the rhubarb is tender.
Cleaning of Seed GeneraL
The crop bulletin for the first week
in April stresses the general turn of
Ontario farmers toward the cleaning
of seed. Inquiries in Dufferin have
been numerous for good seed of stan-
dard varieties, In Dundas the uncer-
tainty of the milk market situation is
having a very depressing effect on
production. The average price receiv-
ed at a sale of Holsteins in Durham•
was set at 8145. A shortage of grain
is indicated in Frontenac, while a
heavy demand is being made for good'
seed oats and barley. Exceptionally
favorable reports from sheep flock
masters have been recieved from
Grey, while an increased acreage in
spring wheat is reported in Hastings.
Shipments of western horses are meet-
ing a slow sale in Huron, while in
La_mbton seed grain is more plentiful.
than was expected.
LONDON AND WINGBAM
North.
Centralia
Exeter
Hensall
Kippen
Brucefield
Clinton
Londesboro
Blyth
Belgrave
Wingham
South.
Wingham
Belgrave
Blyth
Londesboro
Clinton
Brucefield
Kippen
Hensall .....
Exeter ...
Centralia
a.m.
10.36
10.49
11.03
11.08
11.17
12.03
12.23
12.32
12.44
1.00
a.m.
6.45
7.03
7.14
7.21
7.40
7,58
8.05
8.13
8.27
8.39
C. N. R. TIME TABLE
East.
p.m..
5.41
5.54.
6.08
6.13•
6.22
6.42-
7.02-
7.11
7.23
7.46•
p.m.
3.06
3.23
3.37
8.45-
4.08
4.28
4.36
4.43
4.58
5.08
a.m. p.m.
Goderich 6,20 2.20
Holmesville 6.36 2.37
Clinton 6.44 2.50
Seaforth 6.59 3.08
St. Columban 7.06 3.16
Dublin 7.11 8.22
Dublin
St. Columban.
Seaforth .,
Clinton,
Holmesville
Goderich
West.
a.m. p.m.
11.27 5.38 10.04
11.32 5,44
11.43 5,53 10.17
11.59 6.08-5.43 10.81E
12.11 7.05 16.40•
12.25 7.10 10.57
C. P. R. TIME TABLE
East.
a.m.
Goderich 5.50'
Menset 5.51.
McGaw 6.04
Auburn 6.11
Blyth 6.25
Walton 6.40'
McNaught 6.52
Toronto 10.20
West.
am.
Toronto 7.46
McNaught 11.48
Walton' 12 h 41B'
2
Auburn . UM'
McGaw ............ 124
Meneaet , 1241
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