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Eui►ture Varicocele, Varicose Veins
abdeMinal Weakness Spinal it forlii-
[Ity'. k Consultation Free. Call ox
smite; J. G. SMITH, British Appli-
ance Specialiet, 15 Downie St., Strut
ford,. 8202-25
LEGAL
Phone No. 91
JOHN J. HUGGARD
Barrister, Solicitor,
Notary Public, Etc.
Beattie Block - Seaforth, Ont
R. S. HAYS
Barrister, Solicitor, Conveyancer
and Notary Public. Solicitor for the
Dominion Bank. Office in rear of the
Dominion Bank, Seaforth. Money to
loan.
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BEST, dt BEST
Barristers,- •Solici+tors, Conveyan-
cers and Notaries Public, Etc. Office
in the Edge Building, opposite The
Expoaitor Office. 21
VETERINARY
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JOHN GRIEVE, V.S.
Honor, graduate of Ontario Veterin-
ary College. All diseases of domestic
animals treated. Calls promptly at-
tended to and charges moderate. Vet-
erinary Dentistry a specialty. Office
and residence on Goderich Street, one
door east of Dr. Mackay's office, Sea-
derth.
A. R. CAMPBELL, V.S.
Graduateof Ontario Veterinary
College, Uiversity of Toronto. All
diseases of domestic animals treated
by the most 'modern principles.
Charges reasonable. Day or night
calls promptly attended to. Office on
Main Street, Hensall, opposite Town
)Ball. Phone 116.
lb.* MEDICAL
DR. F. J. R. FORSTER
Eye, Ear, Nose and Throat
Graduate in Medicine, University of
Toronto.
Late assistant New York Ophthal-
mia' end Aural Institute, Moorefield's
Jaye and Golden Square Throat Hos-
pitals, London, Eng. At Commercial
Hotel, Seaforth, third Monday in
each month, from 11 a.m. to 3 p.m"
33 Waterloo Street, South, Stratford.
DR. W. C. SPROAT
Graduate of Faculty of Medicine,
?University of Western Ontario, Lon-
don. Member of College of Physic-
ians and Surgeons of Ontario. Office
In Aberhart's Drug Store, Main St.,
Beaforth. Phone 90.
DR. R. P. L DOUGALL
Honor graduate of Faculty of
Medicine and Master of Science, Uni-
versity of Western Ontario, London.
albomber of College of Physicians and
Burgeons of Ontario. Office 2 doors
masa of post office. Phone 56, Hensall,
Ontario. 3004-tf
DR. A. NEWTON-BRADY
Bayfield
Graduate Dublin University, Ire -
bold. Late Extern Assitant Master
Rotunda Hospital for Women and
Children, Dublin. Office atresidence
n, r sldence
lately occupied by Mrs. Parsons.
Hours, 9 to 10 a.m., 6 to 7 p.m.;
Sundays, 1 to 2 p.m. 2866-26
DR. F. J. BURROWS
_Office and residence Goderich Street,
east of the United Church, .Sea-
,fh. Phone 46. Coroner for the
County of Huron.
Dr. C. MACKAY
C. Mackay, honor graduate of Trin-
Ity University, and gold medalist of
Trinity Medical College; member of
the College of Physicians and Sur-
�geons of Ontario.
DR. H. HUGH ROSS
Graduate of University of Toronto
)Vacuity of Medicine, member of Col-
lege of Physicians and Surgeons of
Ontario; pass graduate courses in
Ohlea Clinical School of Chicago ;
oOphthalmic Hospital, London,
England; University Hospital, Lon-
don, England. Office -Back of Do-
.ntinion Bank, Seaforth. Phone No. 5.
Night calls answered from residence,
Victoria Street, Seaforth.
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DR. J. A. MUNN
Successor to Dr. R. R. Ross
Graduate of Northwestern Univers-
Ity, Chicago, Ill. Licentiate Royal
`College of Dental Surgeons, Toronto.
Mee over Sills' Hardware, Main St.,
Seaforth. Phone 151.
DR. F. J. BECHELY
Graduate Royal College of Dental
Surgeons, Toronto. Office over W. R.
Smith's Grocery, Main Street, Sea -
forth. Phones: Office, 185 W; resi-
dence, 185J.
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CONSULTING ENGINEER
S. W. Archibald, B.A.Sc., (Tor.),
O.L.S., Registered Professional En-
gineer and Land Surveyor. Associate
llemnber Engineering Institute of Can- 1
ada. Office, Seaforth, Ontario.
AUCTIONEERS
THOMAS BROWN
Licensed auctioneer for the counties
of Huron and Perth. Correspondence
arrangements for sale --dates can be
made by calling The Expositor Office,
Seaforth. Charges moderate, a n d
Satisfaction guaranteed. Phone 302.
OSCAR KLOPP
Honor Graduate Carey Jones' Na-
tional School of Auctioneering, Chi•
cago. Special course taken in Pure
Bred Live Stock, Real Estate, Mer- +
chandise and Farm Sales. hates in
keeping with prevailing market. Sat-
isfaction assured. Write or wire,
Oscar Klopp, Zurich, Ont. Phone:
18.93. 2866-25
R. T. LUKER
Licensed auctioneer for the County
bf Huron. Bales attended to in all
parts of the county. Sevep years' ex-
perience in Manitoba and Saskatche-
wan. .Terms reasonable; Phone No.
178 r 11, Exeter, Centralia P.O., R.R
No. 1. Ordeyppleft,at The; Huron Ex-
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By Archie 1E . McKishnie
(Continued from last week)
With sullen roar the heavy express
swept about the curve that marked
the last lap of its three hundred mile
race with time, and darted down-
ward toward a yellow spray of light
that lifted above the rainy blackness
The Pullman porter ,glanced into
the .smoking comportment at the one
lone passenger seated in the corner
staring into the inky blackness
through the window.
"Harport next, sir," he called
"Brush?"
The passenger turned from the win-
dow with a fretful movement, and
waving the porter's proffered assist-
ance aside, reached for the heavy
tweed ulster hanging on a hook.
The porter picked up a black club
bag marked with the initials "D.W."
in gold, and the coin which the man
for Harport had thrown on the seat,
and went out.
The occupant of the compartment
followed his movements furtively.
Alone once more. he took from his
vest pocket a small, silver case, and
with nenv+ous fingers transferred a
tiny pinch of its powdery contents
to the back of his left wrist. Lifting
the skirt of the ulster, he held it be-
fore him as a shield from possible
intrusion, and lowering his face,
breathed' the powder deeply through
his nostrils.
Almost instantly his air of sullen
depression dropped from him. He
stood up calm, erect, alert. He was
a medium-sized man somewhere about
middle age, with jet black hair and
brows which accentuated the sickly
pallor of 'a face, which in spite of its
marks of dissipation, was prepossess -
ng.
The epeed of the train slackened.
There came the grinding gnash of
brakes, a roar, as wheels leaped the
steep span of the long bridge, the
ringing clang and dying clash of
gongs.
A moment later the train swept in-
to the rain -subdued lights of the
city.
The passenger, who had bent to
watch those mullions of blinking eyes,
drew back from the window, and with
a distorted smile on his lips, pulled
on his greatcoat. Then, drawing his
tweed cap bow down over his eyes,
he went out into the vestibule.
As the train moved into the d pat
and shuddered to a standstill, a big,
broad -shouldered man stepped from
the shadow cast by a •pile of trunks
on the platform. He wore a long
raincoat and soft Stetson, which was
pulled well down to partially conceal
his face.
Suddenly he stiffened to attention
as from the rear Pullman a figure
clad in tweed ulster emerged, and,
bag in hand, approached a waiting
taxi.
With a few quick strides the wat-
cher was across the intervening space
that separated him from the car.
"Just a moment;" he gruffly addres-
sed the driver, who was about to
climlb into his seat. "I'm after that
bird who has just entered your car.
No back talk from you now," as the
chauffeur ground out an oath; "See
this ? "
He unbuttoned his coat and the
driver caught the flash of a metal
badge.
"Get up there and drive to where I
say." And he gave the man a num-
ber.
The occupant of the taxi did not stir
or look up as the other man entered
I car and seated himself opposite
I The taxi moved from the ring
of light into the rainy darkness. Five
minutes passed -ten -and then with
a deep sigh the huddled form in the
ulster stirred.
The car was moving cautiously now
with many intricate twists down a
narrow street along which garish
lights from saloons grimaced through
etil-smelling mists, and loud voices
o1 underworld roisterers grew up and
died.
The man in the ulster leaned for-
ward as though he would speak to
the chauffeur, then, seeming to be-
omecfor the first time aware that he
was not alone, sank back against the
cushions.
A tense moment passed, then sud-
denly with a snarl the smaller man
sprang erect, his hand flashing to his
oat pocket.
It remained there, as something
hard and sinister pressed his breast,
and a voice said quietly:
"Take your hand from that gun and
listen to me. That's better," as the
other sullenly obeyed end collapsed
into his seat.
"I'll take charge of your little 'gat'
-'allso that dope -box in your vest poc-
ket -for the time being," and the
speaker transferred the automatic
and box from the other's pockets to
his own.
The car had turned down another
narrow street where factory buildings
lifted frowninig faces, and now came
to a halt before a tall, dark pile of
brick, evidently a disused factory of
some sort.
"We'll get out here," said the big
man.
He stepped from the car and sup •
ported the unsteady form of his com-
panion to the sidewalk.
"Now," he addresed the chauffeur,
handing him) a bill, "you lose your-
self."
With an indignant snort the taxi
sped away through the rain. The ab-
ductor felt in his pocket, produced a
key and opened a door that creaked
rustily. With his hand still on the
arm of his charge, he led him up a
wide stairway, the electric torch he
carried shedding 'a ghostly light a-
cross steps thickly padded with dust
and festooned with cob -webs. The
place .smelt damp and mouldy. Along
a hall and 'still on up another flight
of stairs they passed, ,pausing at
length before, a door, which the man
unlocked and threw open.
Another moment and a cluster of
electric lights hanging from the ceil-
ing illuminated a spacious apartment
which was plainly but comfortably
furnished; an oak table stood in the
room's centre; there were several
leather -backed chairs; a well-filled
bookcase near the door, and pictures
depicting outdoor life 'hung on the
walls. Beyond, and connected with
it by a curtained, archway was an-
other smaller room, evidently a bed-
raom.
The man in the ulster took in these
details with one frightened glance,
then flashed his eyes to his abductor.
He saw a tall man enveloped in a
long raincoat and wearing a soft hat.
The features were hidden behind a
black mask.
"Now," he said chokingly, "explain
the meaning of this -this outrage."
"With pleasure," returned the
other. "It was necessary for the
safety of a certain 'person that you
be taken care of, that's all."
"Daren you! That's your game, is
it?"
With the litheness of a eat the
trapped man hurled himself on his
abductor, striking furiously and at-
tempting to tear away the mask from
the other's face. But he was like a
child in the hands of the young giant.
"Easy now," he admonished, "don't
excite yourself; it won't do you any
good "
'Some time I'll kill you for this,"
panted the prisoner, sinking exhaust•
ed into a chair.
He covered his face with his hands.
A long sob racked him, and when he
lacked up again all fight was gone
from him.
"For God's sake, let me go," he
pleaded, "You mustn't keep me
here. I can't stand
"You've got to stay here." The
tones were level, pitiless.
"But- I tell you I can't endure it.
I've got to have-- You must give
me back the box you took from me-
I--"
His voice died in a whimper; he
covered his face again.
"Listen," said the other man, "I
happen to know thatbyou came to this
city with a definite purpose in mind.
You're not going to accomplish what
you set out to do if I can help it, and
it looks as though I can. Now," he
added, moving toward the door, "I'm
going to lealveott. Light a fire i'
the grate and maak yourself comfort-
able!'
"Who are you?" asked the victim
dazedly. "Your voice sounds familiar
-.and yet -how do you know that
1
came here for a certainPo ur se.
P
he burst out, "and granting that I
did, what right have you to interfere."
"I'm afraid I can't answer those
questions now "
"And how long must I submit to
the indignity of being held your pris-
oner?"
"That depends upon circumstances."
The one in the chair raised a hag-
gard face.
"I shall call for help, rest assured
of that."
Just as you like, but it will be ut-
terly useless. You will notice that
this is an inner room. There are no
windows, and the walls are sound-
proof. The adjoining rooms are un-
tenanted. Besides, you will never be
left alone, unguarded. When I leave
you, another will take my place here.
I would advise you to be sensible and
make the best of things."
Outside there sounded a soft foot-
fall. The door opened and a middle-
aged, professional -looking man came.
into the room. His quick eyes took
in its occupants, narrowing as they
dwelt on the white, upturned fete of
the man in the chair.
iHle placed the black case he carried
on the table.
"Ah," he spoke softly, "I see we
are all here, Mr. -"
"Careful, doctor," warned the man
in the mask.
He led the newcomer to a far cor-
ner of the room, and the two con-
versed together in low tones. After
a time, they came back and stood be-
fore the prisoner.
"This gentleman," said the man in
the mask, "is Doctor Glen. He is to
act as --shall we say -your custod-
ian? I have given him the box con-
taining heroin, and he is to use his
own judgment as to what use he
makes of it. Once more allow me to
assure you that, providing you obey
his orders, no harm will come to you;
also that you might as well make up
yot;r mind now that you will not ac-
complish that which you hoped to
accomplish in this city."
Hie bowed, and walking to the door,
opened it and passed from the room.
The doctor followed hip, out into
the hall.
"You are sure he did not recognize
you, Mr. Nevilles?"
"Alhsolutely, doctor," answered the
other, removing his mask. "I'm the
last man he would expect to see in
this city of Harport. And now," he
said, "you have your ins'tru,ctions:
it's up to you, doctor."
Once more out in the rain -fresh-
ened air, Nevilles drew in his breath
gratefully, It had ceased raining; a
few washed stars blinked sleepily
through the haze that canopied the
underworld, from which came the
grind of the sordid mill of life which
vomits its grist between the twilight
and the dawn.
He glanced at his watch. Eleven-
thir'ty. He had accomplished a great
deal in an hour's time, He gazed a-
bout him up and down the narrow
street. Not a sign of life was visible
in his immediate vicinity; but a block
away, above the shadowy factory
buildings, the glimmer of a million
lights rose and fell in measure to the
ribald dirge of warped humanity.
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g+eeture Ames` el fte leXon he went
01} dawn he narrow.Atrmt„ into the
•dangers +a the worlli;ybeleyv the dead
levels
Beneath the clusterin . lights of
low saloons he saw reaching forms
gather and disperse WY+th almost.
methodical preci"Sion. ,Lone derelicts
lurched past him unheedful of his
presence, stashing dope -eyed into a
world sof fairy fancy, living the
dreams'that must be paid for within
the hour, or the day, but nevertheless
dream cheap to them at the cost of
hope, and life and heaven.
Sodden night -strayers, maudlin of
tongue, stared at him from bleary,
crafty eyes, or addressed him coarse-
ly; soliciting the price of a drink of
"boot-legger" poison', and cursing him
when he took no notice of the plea.
In this sordlid throng that passed
him .by were women, or what had
once been women; some old with
harpy faces and leering. eyes, whose
talon -like hands clutched their fray-
ed shawls, even as the claws of hell
were clutching their frayed souls, oth-
ers with ,painted faces and artificial
smiles 'who ogled him with cold, un -
laughing eyes and appraised him
boldly, still others who were mere
girls whose youth had been drowned
in the bitter gall of false knowledge
gleaned too early -or too late.
The sight was not new to him who
watched the tide sweep by, but a rev-
elation which came to him as he stood
there as new and startling. He had
lately come from a world of broad
spaces, an uncrowded world of clean
scents and sounds.
That world grew up before him
now, soft and restful in a twilight
that .swept between wooded steeps,
with big stars blossoming and sway-
ing low down above his' camp -fire.
Then the brief vision passed, and
the jargon of the underworld dinned
back to his senses.
He stood for a time irresolute. Like
a swimmer who must .breast foul wa-
ter in order to reach a purer body
farther on, he hesitated before plung-
ing into this tide of night ghouls; not
that he feared them; he knew and
understood them too well for that, but
he had felt the purge of boundless
sweeps, had grafted his soul to broad,
clean spaces, and now he hated and
loathed those goalless drifters of the
night.
Then suddenly he was among them,
hurling them to left and right as he
plunged forward.
It had all happened quickly. A blue
runabout had appeared from a side -
street and had drawn up before a
wretched tenement dwelling. Simul-
taneous with its corning the door of
the )building had opened and a girl had
appeared, a girl whose sweet face
gleamed un for an instant in the light
of the street lamp. As she stepped
toward the waiting car, a skulking
figure . leaped from a dark doorway
and snatched the purse she carried
from her hand.
Nevilles had seen it all vividly. In
an instant he was across the narrow
street. As he reached the sidewalk
one long arm shot out and plucked
the purse -snatcher from `behind the
human wall which had risen protect-
ingly about him.
He knew his locality, knew well the
danger he ran in interferingthus. g h s
a-
lone with this vulture of the shadows,
who doubtless had confederates close
at hand.
The thief winced beneath the grip
on his shoulder. He was lifted bodily
and shaken. The purse fell with a
clatter to the pavement. From the
circle of watchers came a laugh. The
sluggish current which had for the
moment stagnated swept on its u+ay
again, and the man who held the
struggling thief knew that he was
holding what the underworld desig-
nates a "Lone Wolf". At any rate,
he had no pack to fear.
"I beg your pardon."
The voice was very soft and sweet.
Nevilles turned, and his free hand
swept his Stetson from his head.
There may have been more beautiful
faces in the world than the one turn-
ed so calmly to him now, he conclud-
ed, but it was mighty hard to think
SO.
She was holding out a slender, glov-
ed hand -and smiling. He took the
hand in his.
"Thank you so much," she said. "I
know it was indiscreet of pie to visit
this section of the city at this hour,
but there are sick who need me, you
see. I have never,e�-had anything like
this happen +befeie."
He too was smiling, a smile that
softened his tanned face to almost
boyishness. She noticed that where
the waving chestnut hair brushed his
brow the skin was white as a wo-
man's.
The recti 'blood dyed her cheeks as
she heoame conscious that her hand
still rested in his. She could feel the
rough callouses on his palm through
her glove as she withdrew it, and
blushed the more deeply at the cer-
tain knowledge that the contact gave
her a pleasure she had never before
experienced.
Her chauffeur, hovering nervously
near, evidently feeling that his assist-
ance was not required, went back to
his car.
She turned away as the runabout
glided up to where they stood, and
for a moment her violet eyes shadow-
ed as she looked upon the culprit still
firmly held in her rescuer's remorse-
less grip.
"Thank you again," she said soft-
ly.
Then she was gone, and he was
left feeling very much alone, a n d
strangely exalted.
He looked at his captive. He was
a young man, not more than twenty-
three at most, slight, wan -faced, wit,!`
the desperation of hunger in his eyes.
His cap had fallen from his head, dis-
closing a mop of fiery -red, curly hair.
Nevi Iles 's grip tightened.
"Now what the devil is the matter
with you?" he demanded.
'The thief was plainly chuckling.
"I can't help it," he returned. "The
Angel' sure fell for you all right.
Here, I don't mean any disrespect by
saying that," as he received' another
violent shake. "She's all right, and
I'ni sorry I didn't look twice before
I snatched her purse."
"You meal to say that you know
her?" II
"Know her? -Kito ee-ae .Angel ?
Why, man, everybody down' in • this
garden ,of Hades knows her." oe
"What"s • her name, then?"
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"Name! Don't know her name. All
I know is that she's a real angel to
the people in this section. She's down
here almost every day."
The smile faded from his face.
"1 knew one of you plain -clothes
Dicks would nab me sooner or later,"
he shivered, "but there wasn't any•
thing else to do. You won't believe
me, of course, when I tell you that
this is my first job?"
Nevilles smiled grimly.
"Attempted job," he corrected. "It's
liable to be your last, too, for a while.
And," he added levelly, "get me right,
son. I'm no detective. It's barely
possible that I have no more use for
the police than you have."
Hope sprang to the captive's face.
"Then why? What--?" he be-
gan. and paused.
"Excuse me," he said humbly. "I'm
an inquisitive cuss., and its always
getting me in wrong. I'm sorry I in-
sulted you by taking you for a police
than and of course it's none of my
business who or what you are. I know
you've got a grip of a grizzly, and
that's enough for me. The question
before the House is what are you go-
ing to do with me?"
"That remains to be seen," return-
ed the other. "Come along and we'll
talk it over. What's your name?" he
demanded.
"Faulkner," the . prisoner answered
unhesitatingly.
Nevilles led his captive across the
street and into a disreputable grog
shop which flaunted in faded letters
the name "Claxton's Place"" In the
old days he recollected this saloon
had been the lowest of the low.
A few battered wrecks of human-
ity sat huddled before the crude tables
drinking doped soda -water. In the
far corner of the room were seated
two men who belonged to a higher
walk of life, apparently, conversing
in low tones with another man: a
yegman this, if Nevilles knew the ill:.
He felt a clutch on his sleeve, and
glanced down at his companion.
Faulkner's gaze was fastened on the
trio. His face was ashen, and in his
eyes was a look of hatted and fear.
"In here," he whispered, motioning
toward one of the curtained rooms
off the bar.
Nevilles followed him into the
stall.
"Hang around outside there and
see we're net molested for fifteen
minutes" he told the waiter, who
promptly appeared. "No, no drinks."
The waited winked, pocketed the
dollar tendered him, and went out.
"Now, then," demanded Nevilles,
"what is it?"
Faulkner stirred from his apathy,
and sat erect.
"You saw that big, smooth -locking
gent nut there?" he asked. "Well,
he's responsible for me being where
I am to -night, he and another of his
cali+bre."
"Who is he?" asked Nevilles.
"Wesley Trollivor, a lawyer, an l
one of the smoothest crooks that ever
breathed."
Nevilles's strong fingers tightened
on the arm of his chair until the
knuckles whitened.
"And the other man?"
"Jonas Haight. They're running
together; and mister, they're strong
-strong. They've got things under
their heels. They own the police, the
judge and there's almost nothing they
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daren't do. This saloon we're in and
the other hooch -joints of this district
are under their control. :Blow do
know? I'll tell you. I worked for
Haight; was an accountant in his
bank for three years. I got to know
too much. He pitched me out, had
me arrested on a false charge, and
boycotted so I couldn't land another
job. You know what chance an un-
der -dog has to run straight?"
"I ought to."
Nevilles's frowning
way into distance.
"Aren't these men, Trollivor and
Haight, trustees of the Parnley es-
tate, for which the heir could` not be
found?" he asked. "Seems to me I
heard something "
He sat 'tick watching Faulkner.
The latter at mention of the Parnley
estate had frozen up.
"I don't know anything about that,"
he said nervously, "not a thing."
Nevilles leaned toward him across
the table.
"Supposing. Faulkner," he said in-
sinuatingly, "I were to tell you that
1 too have been a victim of designing
rogues, that my personal liberty and
property are in danger owing to their
crooked dealings? Supposing." as
the other looked up dazedly, "I were
to go further and tell you that I in-
tend 'to set you free -call it a whim
if you like -abut supposing I did this
for you, would you be willing to tell
me what you, through fear of Haight
and Trollivor, hesitate to tell me?"
Faulkner's head slowly lifted from
his )creast. His haunted eyes sought
his questioner's and the hopeless, in-
credulous look melted from his face.
"You mean that?" he whispered
hoarsely.
"Yes. I mean that."
"Then, listen," said Faulkner.
"Haight and Trollivor are playing
hell with old Parnley's money. The
heir, Webster, is dead, and there's no
one to stop them."
Nevilles sat silent. He was vision-
ing a scene lately enacted in the old
distillery building: a shaking, white-
faced man slumped in a chair, plead-
ing for the drug which had been tak-
en from him, and cursing the man
who had abducted him and locked him
safe away.
He glanced up at length and the
youth, watching him from anxious
eyes, recoiled at the look in his face.
It was set and cold as a face of mar-
ble; the eyes (beneath their) bushy
brows were slitted and boring.
"Faulkner," he spoke in cold, level
tones, "I happen to know this David
Webster. He isn't dead -not yet."
His lean jaw, set ominously, "And I
believe I can use you. Here!"
He tore a leaf from a small note-
book and scribbled an address.
"You must meet me there to -mor•
row morning at nine."
Relief flashed into the wan face of
the red-headed youth. In his eyes
was the dumb thanks that looks
from the eyes of a clog that has been
freed from a trap.
"I'll be there," he promised husk•
ily.
eyes looked a -
And 'all this had happened but yes-
terday.
Nevilles got up from his chair and
stood in the room whose clutching
darkness seemed to reach for his soul
with velvet fingers. Fate had shuf-
fled the cards; he was going to play
his hand. Hazard and adventure
were nothing new to him. Always
they had been the spice of life. But
something like unrest, a feeling in-
definable had come to him suddenly.
She had brought it, the Angel, awak-
ened it with her clinging touch on his
calloused palm. Perhaps she would
be returning to the tenements to-
night again. He groped his way to
the door and went out into the soft
June night.
(Continued next week.))
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Mr. Joseph Choate at has office. He
was asked to take a chair. The law-
yer was busy, but the youth was im-
patient, and in a moment interrupted
the lawyer with the remark, "I ant
Bishop Blank's son."
'SPlease take t'wo chairs," said Mr.
Choate.
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LONDON AND WINGHAM
North.
a.m. p.m.
Centralia 10.36 5.41
Exeter 10.49 5.54
HensaIl 11.03 6.08
Kippen 11.08 6.13
Brucefield 11.17 6.22
Clinton 12.03 6.42
Londesboro 12.23 7.02
Blyth 12.32 7.11
12.44 7.23
1.00 7.48
Belgrave .....
Wingham
South.
Wingham
Belgrave
Blyth
Londesboro
Clinton
Brucefield
Kippen
Hensall .. .
Exeter - ..
Centralia
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.
3.05
3.23
3.37
8.45
4.08
4.28
4.30
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 8.15
Dublin 7.11 3.22
Dublin
St. Columban.
Seaforth
Clinton
Holmesville
Goderich .. "
West.
a.m.
11.27
11.32
11.43
1L59
12.11
12.25
p.m. p.m.
5.38 10.04
5.44 ....
5.53 10.17
6.08-5.43 10.31
7.05 10.40
7.10 10.57
C. P. R. TIME TABLE
East.
Goderich
Menset
McGaw
Auburn
Blyth
Walton
McNaught .
Toronto
West.
Toronto
McNaught
Walton
Blyth
Auburn'
McGaw ..••.....
Meneset
Goderleh .i eei•ees,
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�l arriY
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i
a.m.
5.50
5.55
6.04
6.11
6.25
6.40
6.52
10.25
a. .
7.40
11.40
1201
12.12
12.20.
12.34
12.41
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