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The Huron Expositor, 1930-05-30, Page 7• S ill it t d. -mre sat oupTunicspEcutisT Sup?Vaeb`,Vi*oPefl f Consultation ree Call or write. J. q. SMITH, British ,!ipp1I. awe Specialist, 15 Downie St., Strat- Lord, Ont. :.320225. LEGAL 'Phone No. 91 JOHN J. HUGGARD Barrister, Solicitor, Notary Public, Ede. Beattie Block - - Seaforth, Ont. R. S. HAYS Banister, Solicitor, Conveyancer and Notary Public. Solicitor for the Dominion Bank. Office in rear of the Dominion Rank, Seaforth. Money to BEST & BEST • Barristers, Solicitors, Conveyan- sera and Notaries Public, Etc. Office in the Edge Building, opposite The Expositor Office. ,VETERINARY 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 - forth. A. R. CAMPBELL, V.S. Graduate of Ontario Veterinary College, University 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 Hall. Phone 116. MEDICAL DR. F. J. R. FORSTER Eye, Ear, Nose and Throat Graduate in Medicine, University of Toronto. Late assistant New York Ophthal- reei and Aural Institute, Moorefield's =and Golden Square Throat Hos- , London, Eng. At Commercial Hotel, Seaforth, third Monday in saeh 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- de -eh Member of College of Physic- 2ana and Surgeons of Ontario. Office In Aberhart's Drug Store, Main St., lleaforth. Phone 90. DR. R. P. I. DOUGALL Honor graduate of Faculty of Medicine and Master of Science, Uni- versity of Western Ontario, London. Member of College of Physicians and Burgeons of Ontario. . Office 2 doors sast of post office. Phone 56, Hensall, Ontario- 3004-tf DR. A. NEWTON-BRADY Bayfield Graduate Dublin University, Ire - Late Extern Assitant Master step Botanda Hospital for Women and Children, Dublin. Office at residence 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 anresidence Goderich Street, , amort of the United Church, Sea - forth. 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 toe College of Physicians and Sur- geons of Ontario. DR. H. HUGH ROSS Graduate of University of Toronto Fatuity of Medicine, member of Col- lege of Physicians and Surgeons of Frio; pass graduate courses in iDhicago Clinical School of Chicago ; Eural Ophthalmic Hospital, London, England; University Hospital, Len- t/car, England. Office -Hack of Do- mtnion Bank, Seaforth. Phone No. 5. Night calls answered from residence, Victoria Street, Seaforth. DR. J. A. MUNN Successor to Dr. R. R. Ross Graduate of Northwestern Univers- ity, Chicago, Ill. Licentiate Royal College of Dental Surgeons, Toronto. Office over Sills' Hardware, Main St., Seaforth. Phone 151. + DR. F. J. BECHELY Graduate Royal College of Dental Burgeons, Toronto. Office over W. R. Smith's Grocery, Main Street, Sea - forth, Phones: Office, 185W; resi- dence, 185 J. CONSULTING ENGINEER 8. W. Archibald, B.A.Sc., (Tor.), O.L.S., Registered Professional En- gfneer and Land Surveyor. Associate Member Engineering Institute of Can - *de. 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. Rates in keeping with prevailing market. Sat- isfaction assured. Write or wire, Oscar Klopp, Zurich, Ont. Phone: 13-93. 2866-25 By Archie P. McKishnie (Continued from last week Nevilles scratched his head and glanced supplicatingly at Haight. "That's one thing you didn't en- lighten me on," his eyes accused. "Fried steak," he hazarded. The housekeeper, whose hearing was none too good, clapped her hands in ecstasy. "Fried cakes; yes, that's right, lad- die; but the other dish you was such e glutton far, 'Davie?' 'Creamed chick- en' says you -but on what? say it all now; or not a taste will you get." Nevilles grinned, his eyes sought old Robbins',s face. The butler was making all kinds• of grimaces from behind the housekeeper's portly form. Nevilles caught the word formed by the old man's lips. "'W'hy, on toast, 'auntie, of course,'' he laughed. "You didn't think I for- got my favourite dish, surely?" Mrs. Martin gave a gesture of help- lessness. "Always the smartest guesser, you was, Davie." She turned stormily tip - on the beaming Robbins. "Come, old\lazy-bones," she cried, "into the house you go .and see that the young master is properly serv- ed." • Then as Robbins hobbled up the steps obediently, she turned to Nevil- les and Haight with a smile of rare tenderness. "He's getting that absent-minded, a body loses all patience with him at times, but he's a darlin' and he knows my. bark is worse than my bite." Nevilles patted her hand, and with his arm about her shoulders led her up the wide steps to the door, Haigh following uncomfortably. "Speaking of barks -and bites, aun- tie, 1 wonder if my huskies turned up yet? I wired two days ago"for them to be sent dowfi." "Lord bless us; if it's those .big, cold eyed dogs you mean, they're here. They're still in the crates they came in, although I've had them fed and watered, but I've not been able to find anybody brave endugh to let 'em out in the kennel -yard." "Kennel -yard?" Nevilles knit his brows. "Surely you're not forgetting the yard where you and Dan. the setter, used to play?" cried the housekeeper indignantly. "Why, that old dog would turn ov- er in his grave to think you'd for- gotten him so."' "Stupid," murmured Mr. Haight in his ear. "Behind the house." "Why surely, auntie, I remember the yard," laughed Nevilles as he op- ened the door. "One's sense of lo- cation gets dulled somewhat in year:, drifting among new scenes. For the moment I'd forgotten just where-" "God love you," cried the woman, "the path from the kitchen leads straight to it, Davie." "Of course it does. One has to pass the cistern. Remember the day you fished me out of the cistern, auntie?" The housekeeper shook her head. "It was Robbins who fished you out, Davie. He grabbed a well -hook and caught you through the belt. You was mad ',cause he 'busted the gilt buckle." Nevilles glanced askance at Haight. "Say, I'll bet he'd like to kick me," he thought. "His face looks it" "Your old room's ready for you, Davie," his housekeeper was saying "You'll want to go up at once. Lunch will be ready in ten minutes." Nevilles glanced appealingly at Haight. That gentleman shook his head. Apparently he didn't know the location of the room either. An in- spiration came to Nevilles. "If you'll just call Robbins and ask him to fetch some water, auntie," he said. "I want to shave," he added. "But your face is as smooth as a baby's now," she cried. "Surely you have shaved once to -day already." "I alrways make it a point to shave twice on Wednesday's," he told her gravely. "It's a habit I've formed." "But dearie, there's hot water in your bathroom," Mrs. Martin remind- ed ,him. "I meant ice water," said Nevilles. "I always use ice water for shaving." "It's a/wonder; you didn't know enough to 'find out where my room was," he growled at Haight as the good woman hurried away. Before that spluttering gentleman had a chance to fipish his indignant reply Robbins came with the ice wa- ter. "Just take it up to my room," Nevilles told him, "I'll follow." He scowled at Haight. It seems to me you've missed some essential details in your • coaching," he muttered indignantly'i�e "It's only by pure luck these human antiques haven't got my number already." "Nonsense," returned Haight. "No danger; true, you've made some bad breaks, but on the whole you've car- ried things off very well indeed." "There's no telling what'll happen if the plans you gave me of this big barracks of a house are as faulty as the rest of the information," 'rum- bled Nevilles as he turned to follow the butler. "I'll be getting back now," said Haight, and for the benefit cf the servants added: "I wish you joy of your new possessions, Mr. Webster." Nevilles's jaw set a trifle. He nod- ded shortly and went on up the stair. The room to which old Robbins con- ducted him was spacious and well lighted by big bay windows that ov- erlooked the hardwood forest. T h e house stood on an eminence and be- tween the trees, far distant, he could catch the sheen of a silvery stream. He turned from the window as the servant noiselessly withdrew and let his eyes wander about the room. It was furnished in Queen Anne style, quietly yet luxuriously. T h e deep, soft -hued' carpet was in harmon- ious•contrast to the hand -painted tint- ings of walls and ceiling. There were R. T. LUKER Licensed auctioneer for the County of Huron. 'Sales attended to In all parte of the county. Seven years' ex- perience in Manitoba and Saskatche- wan. Terms reasonable. Phone No. 178 r 11, Exeter, Centralia P.O., R.R. No. 1. Orders left at The Huron Ex. positor Office, Seaforth, promptly at - boded. -,pled. i:prF'.� ty6i ro a few oil ,paintings; one the portrait of a boy. Nevilles went over and stood before this painting for a long time. He turn • ed away at length, and crossing the Nevilles went over and stood before this painting for a long time. He turned away at length, and: crossing the room peered through' a partly open door at a restful bathroom fin- ished in marble, then he went on to a second door and stood as though deliberating. IHIe opened the door at length and passed into another room. It was larger than the bedroom. A smile grew upon his face as he surveyed it. There was no doubt in his mind but this had been young David Web- ster's "ownest" room, to do with as his boyish fancy pleased. Certainly it bore all the ear -marks of an im- aginative lad's stronghold. The walls were covered with pictures of dogs and birds cut from illustrated papers; of stage -coaches being held up by In- ddans and -yes, it must be admitted -one of the grand old champion, Sul- liven, wearing the diamond belt he so long retained. Nevilles crossed the bare floor to where a long rack stood against the wall. In this rack were guns; ,a twenty-two rifle and a single barrel- led shot -gun. There were fishing rods too; three or four ordinary steel eels and one, his practised eyes noted, a fly -weight Bethabara, worth its weight in gold to any trout -angle:. On the floor beneath the rack !ay the skin of a raccoon. No tiger pelt won from the dangerous jungle had ever given its taker more thrilling satisfaction than had that little skin given the boy who with his own hands had tanned and mounted it, after bringing the animal down, Nevilles guessed. He bent and turned the skin over. Attached to a corner of the lining was a slip of linen parer on which was written in sprawling hand: "This furoceous animal, known as a koon was killed after a bludy strugle by David Webster in the yere 1897 after Christ." With a sigh Nevilles turned away. and passed thoughtfully through the bedroom and downstairs to the dining - room. A subdued, rose -tinted light stream- ed through the stained glass of the winddws flushing the solid mahogany furnishings of- the room. There were stately palms near the window sea;; and on the ta'ble smiling up above the sparkling glass and silver was a bunch of glorious roses. "Surely I'm dreaming," thought Nevilles, as he took the chair Robbins had drawn out for him. "A glass of wine, sir?" the butler was saying. "Madeira or champagne, Mister David?" "Robbins!" It was Mrs. Martin's voice at the door. "Are you so absent-minded that you do not remember Master Davie takes no strong drink whatever? Wasn't it because of his hatred of it him and his Uncle Parnley quarrelled? Shame on you Robbins." She came bustling forward as the disconcerted Robbins with a mutter- ed apology picked up the brass pails of chipped ice and hurriedly with- drew. "Oh, glory," sighed Nevilles, be- neath his breath, "I've got to be a teetotaler, have I? That's hard luck. "I suppose auntie," he addressed the housekeeper as he spread his serviette, "the cellars are stocked with that filthy stuff?" He waved a hand toward the re- treating Robbins. "You knew your Uncle Parnley, dearie," she answered soothingly, "he always believed in layin' up for a rainy day. There is a -plenty of choice liqueurs and wines in the cel- lar, yes. You'll be givin' orders to have it all destroyed, 1 have no doubt." Nevilles gazed at her sternly. "I should give such orders," he an- swered. "Yes, I should have the wretched stuff destroyed. But to do so would seem to me like taking ad- vantage of the departed." "Sure, Davie, I know, I know," cried the sympathetic soul. "On that one thing only did you and your uncle ever disagree. The liquor won't be doing any harm lying close in the cel- lar, laddie. Don't you allow it to come 'betwixt you and his memory; don't you do thate He never quite got over what you said to him that day, Davie," she whispered, "that day you quarrelled, and you went off with your heed high." Nevilles made no reply. Hie turned to his dinner, and Mrs. Martin with- drew. As he ate Nevilles could hear her singing in the kitchen, a flat, unmusi- cal song concerning hills and heather and lakes; but there was one note of sweetness in the song -its very glad • ness. Suddenly his food lost its savour. He pushed back his chair and sat brooding. "I don't know as I'm going to be able to go through with this thing," he mused. "It gets under my hide some way." He glanced up. to see Robbins hov- ering solicitously near. "You've satin' scarcely anythink," sir," the old man protested. "Per • haps you'd be favourin' the liver -wing of a cold fowl, Master Davie?" "Thanks, Robbins, but I'm not hun- gry. I'll go out and have a look at the dogs, I think." •/ He went out to the kennel -yard and freed his huskies. The four dogs were mad with joy at the sight of him. They leaped upon him, and he shook each of them roughly, cursing them affectionately. "Now, you boys, be good, and I'll give you a run to -morrow," he prom- ised, as he shut and locked the gate P*4/11' .f1 !l7aniaxt . Pf' :Oat lte'tie tt In lqf:114s ,tifil??VI6',., snfered and trSurenphat with him in ,hisi world of far ' oes. H loved th40 doffs : sklahadFneVer lowed any •k arean bei; ►g-+unlea . Ber faaee carne back to him -sudden• ly, like a 'bubble of h tiff on swift wa ter, Grare and aweet.tt lifted to hiis wide violet eyes questioning, as en that night in the slum •d'istarict when her little hand had rested in his own, said like the bubble in the rapid, it had disappeared, perhaps for ever, swal- lowed in the tide that ebbs and flows between the midnight and the dawn. He -sighed and went back to the house, Hp wished to have a look at the wonderful library it had taken Parn- ley a lifetime to collect, and explore the other rooms; in short, to get some idea of his fighting -ground. The servants consisted of house- keeper, 'butler, under butler, two maids, a Chinese cook and a negro chauffeur. During his first afternoon Nevilles managed to meet the all, after a thorough survey, of the big h fuse and ground's. He retired early that night, and dreamed that he had died, and an angel with big violet- eyes was guid- ing his soul to a lake -shot, stream - veined wilderness. CHAPTER VI ALIAS BILLY GRIDDLE Next morning Nevilles had an early visitor. He had just breakfasted and was on his way to the kennel -yard when he discerned a short, broad - shouldered individual dressed in stain- ( -d khaki shirt and trousers, approach- ing up the path from the orchard. "One of the farm hands, likely," he thought. The man hailed him. "You're Mr. Webster?" "I am," Nevilles answered. "Want to see nie?" "If you don't mind," rejoined the other. "My name's Abbott," he introduc- ed himself as he came up. " Keepe. of Drowned Acres shooting grounds," "Ah!" Nevilles extended his hand, "Glad you came in, Abbott. I was intending to go down to the flats to have a look around soon. Hew are things down there?" He motioned to a rustic seat be- neath a tree and tendered his cigar- ette case. "Birds were never more plertiful," said the keeper as he seated himself. "More blacks, greys and teal this year than we've had for years. 0' course," he added, "that's easy to lc - count for. There's been no shootin• for four seasons now." He gazed at Nevilles admiringly. "Gosh, but you've filled out a lot since I last saw you. Guess you don't remember me, do you?" Immediately Nevilles saw de:,p wa- ter ahead. Promptly he dived. "Well, that's not to be wondered at, is it?" he hazarded. "You couldn't have been much older than myself then. You've got some bigger too, you know." Abbott inhaled a deep breath of smoke and chuckled. "Beats all how people change," he remarked. "Lard, I wouldn't have knowed you at all. I suppose you'll be down for the first• day? There'll be some grand shootin'." • "Oh, I'll be there," promised Nev- illes. He was doing some quick thinking. "By the way," he asked, '`how's your Dad?" Abbott's face lengthened. "Dad's been dead these seven years," he answered. "Course you've come back sudden -like, and there are some things you haven't heard yet likely. Yes sir, I've been keeper since Dad passed over." He tossed away his burned -out cig- arette and stood up. "Wihat I wanted to see you about this morning is just this. You know. I s'pose, that the guys who've been managin' this estate since Mr. Parn- ley's death propose leasin' Drowned Acres to a syndic.ate ?" "What's that?" Nevilles was all attention. now. "Leasing the duck grounds to a syndicate? What syndicate?" Abbott threw out his hands. "That's as much as I know. But I know this, sir," he cried, smashing his fist into the palm of his.hand, "Mr. Fernley wouldn't want them grounds shot over by no syndicate. You know how he felt about his trout -stream and shooting -ground, sir! Well, word came to me that you had turned up, and says I to 'Storm -he's my helper -`Storm,' says i, 'I'm going' up and put this thing straight to young Webster. Maybe he don't know what is in the wind,' I says. So up I comes." "You did perfectly right, Abbott," commended Nevilles. "And listen, Mr. Webster, on my way up here I met a party on Jim Turnbull's yacht. I steered my launch close in enough to get a good look. There were quite a bunch of men aboard." "Well," said Nevilles, "they might have been simply taking an early - morning cruise." The keeper shook his head. "Nope, they were on their way t.-1 Drowned Acres; you can bank on that sir." He chuckled gleefully. "Course. they'll have their trip for nothing. They'll never he able to get in." "What do you mean, Abbott?" The man stared. "Why, Mister David!" he exclaimed, "you ought to know without askin'. Who else in this world, except my .old dad, Storm and myself could ev- er find his way up Devil's Maze and through Bee -Beer gate? Why, even you could never do it; nor could Mr Fernley, although Dad tried time and again to teach him how," Nevilles shook his head. "l'm afraid I've forgotten„" he admitted. Abbott spoke eagerly. "That's it. A feller does forget something in ten years or so. I know Blit maybe if 1 jog your memory a bit it'll all oome back. You remem- ber o' course that Drowned Acres ponds and lodge is separated from the river by what's known as the Do not wait fdr'atifn to eat Ila- ,Pb in b rbieet meeliajrately1 Tide : 0 Ii.A rrimwea' , reve the ache. d 'P eed' y .Pra�laa••or bUmpa, aref,uc th$ inflam- mation anddiarniouring of the Ada, and asslet •nature`to heal quickly. Absor'bine, Jr., is a concentrated lini- ment and a dependable antiseptiyet It does not stain:or burn either thee or tthe clothe, and is greaseless, Try a bottle today -$t.25, at your ;Favorite drunietrk For soreness awed stiffness, rub with Absorbine1' THE ANTISEPTIC LINIMENT Stal'man quicksands; there's no port- agin' a boat across them suck-unders. Two or three have tried it, but -well, where are they now? You'll maybe recollect that betwixt this bar and the river there's a number of water - chains through the rushes, some of 'em blind, others of 'em leadin' to heaven only knows where? That's called Devil's Maze. But what I'nr gettin'' to is just this. 'There's only one entrance to Drowned Acres pro- per, and that's Bee -Beer gate. N'ow, then, just what is Bee -Beer gate?" Again Nevilles 'shook his head. "Then what's bee -beer? Ever see bee -beer?" "Yes," Nevilles answered, "I have." "Good. How does that stuff act? Keeps risin' and fallin', doesn't it, slowly up and down, movie' all the time?" "Yes, it does." Abbott nodded. "Sure. Well, so does this section of quicksands that's called Bee -Beer gate. It's only about four feet wide and looks solid enough on the sur- face, but you can paddle a boat through .it if you know how. That's what we .have to do, comin' and goin'. And, Mr. Webster, before you you see the only man except one who can find that gate. That -one is John Storm." "Which means," said 'Nevilles. "that providing this syndicate of which you speak gets possession of Drowned Acres, the ground will cease to be'impregnable ? The members' will demand to be shown the gate." "That's just it!" cried Abbott. "Of course, sir, if you sanction the lease-" "Abbott," said Nevilles, "I don't sanction it. We're going to keep Drowned Acres as it is for ourselves." With a whoop of joy Abbott grip- ped Nevilles's hand. "By George, I'in glad to hear that," he exclaimed. "Whom h:ave you down there 'be- sides yourself and your helper?" Nevilles asked. "Nobody," answered the keeper. He looked questioningly at Nev- illes. "I just might want you to enter- tain a visitor sometime," said Nev- illes. "I'm not sure yet. If so, you'd be willing?" "Willin'. You bet- Anythin' you ask will be done, and done quick and right, sir." Nevilles looked at him closely. He knew the man could be trusted. "How am I to communicate with you, providing I wish you to come?" he asked. "Why, the same old way, sir," an- swered the keeper. "Just run up the blue flag on the pole, and I'll be with you inside a couple of hours or so. You're not forgettin' that we have the. best pair of binoculars your uncle could buy, are you?" "I'm beginning to recover my mem- ory a little," smiled Nevilles. "Ev- erything will come back to me in time' I hope." "Sure." Abbott turned away. Nevilles laid a hand on the man's shoulder. "What wages are you drawing now, Abbott?" he asked. "Sixty and found. 'Taint any too much, sir. You see, since the war, a dollar "From now on your salary and that of your assistant is doubled. And now Abbott, see that you don't let any- body get hold of the key to Bee -Beer gate." Nevilles went on to the kennels, ex- ercised his dogs, then returned to the house and summoned his housekeep- er. • She carne into the library, folding the apron she had removed, a smile on her comely face. Nevilles placed a chair for her. "While I was at lunch yesterday, I heard you singing," he told her. "It was a song of your native land, I be- lieve, auntie?" "Scotland," she nodded, her lip trembling. "You have a daughter there, I be- lieve? How would you like to pay her a nice long visit?" "Oh, laddie," she cried chokingly, "if I only could." "You can," said' Nevilles. "I prone toed myself that one of the first things I would treat myself to when I got home would be a long holiday, and seeing as I'm going to be too busy to take it myself, you're going to take it to me." "But, Davie-" "Tut, tut! Is this the dear friend of 'my boyhood, the one who stood by me always in time of stress, protest- ing now? No, no, surely not. Why, auntie, I've counted on giving you this little 'pleasure; it's not one-half what you deserve. There'll be grand- children there among the heather - hills who will be wanting to snuggle their fresh faces against their gr'hn- ny. Sure, I know. Now, not another word." He passed an envelope over to her shaking hand. "Oh, laddie, there's a cheque here," she cried; "it's for a thousand dol- lars! Oh, heaven save us! What a waster you are, Davie." He laughed. "You're to take three months, aun- tie. And the first of each month I'll send you a cheque for like amount. Now, now," as she began to cry, "you mustn't spoil my bit of blue sky. I've got millions, remember." "Rfit, • sdbbed the overjoyed wonein, "whll look after you when I'm a - • vex„ t f4::•,. es} ego fid�y m!orlths; - f +C11Alnk ' ah,. "The - ivoy $bingx t ; relleved4 N lie' , o der, j 1„rar ._ rneaxrs NM, hat'a s. ettled` s IVO, sae in fon dayar• auntie,_BS' ter spend all the tinge, packing." ]Mrs. Martin's face was. soft with the ,glow of great :happiness, • - ' • "II'11 go dosvx► •anal fetch 'll s. Oar - ver -,over to-'rdg'ht, ];#avie," she 'said; "and thanks, WO," ehe choked;; wiping her eyxe8'. '"You don't seem a. bit like the ]boy .I used to know. Not. but that he was a dear lad in his way----," and added quickly in his defence. "Perhaps the life I've led has 1}e1p • ed me to see things differently," said Nevilles. `'cI know I was a selfish little devil!" He laughed softly as she went out. Lighting a cigarette, he walked to :be 'bookcase, and ran -his eyes down the long° array of Volumes on the shelves. • Ro'bbins's voice spoke from the door, . "There be a young gentleman down- stairs, Master Davies. He says he had an appointment with you, sir." "Tall, slim chap, with shock of red hair, is.' it, Robbins?" "Well, sir, he be tall enough and slim enough-" "Show him up." ' Nevilles was replacing a book in the case when Robbins returned with the visitor. He turned. The man was a stran- ger to him. "You wished to see me?" he ask- ed. The other waited until the butler's slow footsteps were heard on the stairs; then he spoke: "You don't recognize me, then, sir?" Nevilles shook his head. "That's good. I flatter myself that if I'm well enough disguised to fool you, I'll get past either of a pair of gents we both know." Nevilles drew closer and peered down into his face. "By George Faulkner, it's you 'af- ter all! What have you done to your- self?" he exclaimed. • The young man touched his long locks, once red, now a jet black. • "That," he answered, "and this." He turned about .slowly, so as to cx ii E • ves''' mentation. It was found that the rust came from white ' pines to the • currant bushes, appearing on \the black currant leaves when a definite- stage of development in the aecios- pores on the white pine 'became ap- parent. While this treatment pre- vents defoliation of the currant bush- es it is also found that there is suf- ficient inoculum left on the leaves to re -infect white pines. Figures rehently published by the Dominion Live Stock Branch afford an interesting illustration of the part cold storage plays in the marketing of beef, veal,_ park: lamb and mutton. On April 1st, 1930, there` was 1'5,320,370 pounds of beef held in cold storage, or upwards of a million pounds more than the five-year average. Veal in, cold storage 780,000 pounds, above the five-year average, and upwards of 2,300,000 pounds of mutton and lamb more than the five-year aver- age was "on the ice." Pork alone showed a decline, there being sose 10,600,000 less than the five-year av- erage in storage. These figures af- ford an interesting indication of the manner in which the cold storage warehouse operates in stabilizing the cattle trade. display the well -tailored cheviot suit, A definition of repartee: "Saying and fingered the flowing tie that rest- on the spot what ed against the low collar like a mauve , you think of the tinted moth on a snow -bank. neat day." "Nifty, what?" he grinned. "Unique, too, don't you think?" "I never saw anything just like it before," admitted Nevilles. "But how long do you think you'll last in that get-up?" he asked. "Remember. I told you we were to have something of a rough-and-ready element here. They'll kill you, sure, if they catch you alone." "I'll take a chance on that," said Faulkner airily. "You can't tell me anything about 'bruise -robins that I don't know already. L'll get by all right, sir; you needn't worry on that score." "Come upstairs where we can talk," said Nevilles. He led Faulkner to his room. • "Now then," he said, his manner serious, as Faulkner seated himself, "before you tie up with me, ,young man, there are a few facts you ought to know. I've already told you en• ough to make you realize that I'm skating on mighty thin ice, Faulk- ner." "Excuse me," • returned the caller, "but you've got the name wrong, It's Griddle now, sir, with Billy for a handle." "Ah," grinned Nevilles, 'I'see.- "Ah," grinned Nevilles, "I s ee. Well, Billy Griddle, what I want to impress on you is this. Any day, hour or minute I'm liable to have the skids put under me, and if you stick you're bound to go tobogganing too. Want to take the risk?" "Risk," Griddle informed him calm- ly, "is my middle name. "Billy Risk Griddle;at your service; and I rather; enjoy tobogganing," he added with a chuckle. Nevilles sat down and lite a cig- arette. "Smoke?" he asked, tendering his case. Griddle shook his head. (Continued next week.) ARTIST IN POTTERY WAS BORN iN 1730 This month the bicentenary of .Jos- iah Wedgwood, pioneer of English pottery, will be celebrated. Wedgwood, who was born in 1730, began his association with the "pot - works" where his bytother was master at the age of nine,nand here he learn- ed the art of making pots upon the wheel in the ancient manner. Illness forced him to leave his brother and he turned his thoughts to other branches of the business. He realized that good pottery of the same pattern should not vary in quality. Early in 1759 Wedgwood started on his own as a manufacturer. Four years later he installed an "engine - turning" lathe in his works and the first pieces of engine -turned pottery were produced. Soon Wedgwood's business improv- ed tremendously and he received a command from the queen for a tea service. He also sent sets of cream - colored vases to the palace, which, after receiving the patronage of Queen Charlotte, were called' "Queen's Ware." .•+ori 1 befir �t1 s iu Use Baby's Own Soap Ifs deli l, 11rgYEg4l 11 I 1 Mfr LONDON AND WINGHAM Centralia Exeter Hensall Kippen Brucefield Clinton North. Londesboro Blyth Belgrave Wingham ,$rngham lgrave Blyth Londesboro Clinton Brucefield Kippen Control of Current Rust. Four applications of sulphur -dust at intervals of ten to fourteen days commencing when the leaves are a- bout one-half inch in diameter has been found by the Division of Botany of the Dominion Department of Agri- culture to be very effective in the con- trol of white -pine blister rust on black currants. This method was de- veloped through three of field e eperi- Hensall Exeter Centralia South. S.M. 10.36 10.49 11.03 11.08 11.17 12.03 12.23 12.32 12.44 1.00 R.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 7.43 p.m. 3.05 3.23 3.37 8.45 4.08 4.28 4.38 4.49 4.58 5.08 a.m- p.m. Goderich 6.20 2.15. Holmesville 636 2.32 Clinton 6.44 2.45 Seaforth 6,59 3.03 St. Columban 7.06 340' Dublin 7.11 3.17 Dublin St. Columban. Seaforth Clinton Holmesville Goderich West, a.m. p.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 10.31 12.11 7.05 10.40 12.25 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 Goderich - a.m. 5.50 5.56 6.04 6.11 6.25 6.40 6.52 10.26 a.m. 7.40 11.48 12.01 12.12 12.25" 12.$4 12.41 12.4$ 5