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Phone No. 91
JOHN J. HUG YARD
Barrister, Solicitor,
Notary Public, Ete.
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.
BEST & BEST
Barristers, Solicitors, Convenyan-
cera and Notaries Public, Etc. Office
in the Edge Building, opposite The
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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. E. J. R. FORSTER
Eye, Ear, Nose and Throat
Graduate, in Medicine, University of
Toronto.
Late assistant New York Ophthal-
mei and Aural ,Institute, Moorefield's
Eye 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.
53 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.,
Seaforth. 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
, Surgeons of Ontario. Office 2 doors
east of post office. Phone 56, Hensall,
Ontario. 3004-tf
By Archie P. McKishnie
' (Continued from last week)
'Griddle lost no time in obeying the
Omar. Nevilles 'saw that llfyea was
watching him closely.
"I wonder if she recognizes in him
the chap who snatched her purse?"
he meditated. "It's' not likely."
Griddle, having finished his task,
stepped aside respectfully.
"All ready, sir," he said.
"Thank you so much," ^ she murmur-
ed. Then, as the car moved away,
she laughed, softly . back aver her
shoulder.
"Perhaps we may meet again far
the third time," she said, and pushing
home the clutch, sped away like a
blue arrow beneath an arch .'of green.
Griddle stood the picture of surprise
discomfiture and disgust. He remov-
ed his cap and felt gingerly of his'
dyed, closely -cropped 'hair.
"Just wait till I meet that barber
who guaranteed this disguise would
get me past 'St. Peter himself," he
threatened, "If I don't make him
drink the rest of his hair -dye, may I
be shot far 'a 'pirate."
CHAPTER XIII
BREAKERS 'AHEAD
Nevilles seated himself on a mossy
mound and watched the blue runabout
out of 'sight. To save his life he
could not analyze his feelings. All he
knew 'was that he felt queer, and that
the world wound hereafter hold but
one woman-eor him. He was in love
with 'a girl .whose name he did not
know even, a wonderful girl, and she
was John Haight's ward!
"Damnation'!"
He breathed the word fervently, ob-
livious to the fact that his lately cre-
ated secretary was standing attentive-
ly 'by.
"Not at all," vouch's'afed that young
gentleman. "If you'll excuse one who
knows the fair sex well indeca from
being so•bold'as to say it. the Angel
has fallen for you hard. sir."
Nevilles looked up.
"See here, Billy'," he ,growle•�t, "when
I want your valuable opinion, I'll ask
for it. 'Shut up," as the other at
tempted to speak. "And listen.
you must refer to the young Iady wh
has just left, you'll be a little more
respectful and use her proper name
otherwise I'll'twist that neck of your
as tight as a tarred rope."
• "But suppose one doesn't know he
DR. A. NEWTON-BRADY proper name, sir? What then?"
Bayfield. Nevilles got up and stretched hi
Graduate Dublin University, Ire-
land. Late Extern Assistant Master
Rotunda 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
he unlocked the door of the cabin. The
hinges creaked rustily as it opened.
Inside was blue gloom, the mouldy
stench of dust and disuse. The lodge
was roomy, he noted after raising the
blinds and allowing the light to sweep
through the dusty windows, which
were barred on the outside with heavy
hickory slabs. He observed with sat-
isfaction that the place was well furn-
ished. Undoubtedly, the queer old
man who had built this cabin bad in-
tended it for something of a retreat,
a spot to which he might come when
he wished to 'be alone. Nevilles °aukght
himself sighing as he looked about
him. Almost it seemed the dead
owner was standing before him, so
strongly did the furnishings bespeak
his personality.
A big leather -backed chair stood be-
side an empty fireplace. • On a small
table, close 'besideethe chair, lay an
open 'book, Race downward. a pipe
half -'filled with tobacco, and two char-
red matches) beside it. A pair of
trout -waders hung on a hook above
the fire -place, and on a rack beneath
rested several light fly -rods.
Suspended from a hook was a brown
sweater coat and an old felt hat. Nev-
illes went over and stood beeee these.
He reached out and touched the coat,
almost with reverence. He decided
that he wouldn't try for a trout that
morning. He had coo much else to
do.
He shut the windows, and locking
the door •turned back along the forest
path.
An hour later he was in the city.
He drove straight to his hank. For
perhaps half an hour 'he was closeted
with the manager. From the bank he
went directly to the Starkins Loan
and Building 'Company and when he
left them and re-entered his car there
was a queer smile on his lips.
`Well," he murmured, ``from now
on there's liable to 'be quick action."
He drove to the hotel garage, park
ed his car and caught a trolley for
the tenement district. His first stop
was Flater's restaurant. It was now
three o'clock in the afternoon, and he
remembered' that he had had no lunch.
He went over and leaned across the
counter toward a stoop -shouldered
man 'w'ho was bending above a led-
ger.
"Tommy," he spoke softly.
The man twisted about.
"God bless my soul!" he exclaimed.
He opened the gate .and drew Nev-
ille's into the office.
"We're safe here, son. Now tell
me where the Sam Hill you've been
this last century or so. She's been
sort of anxious about you."
Nevilles smiled.
"And the youngster, Tommy? Has
he not 'been anxious about me. too?"
"Say," 'Flater's wrinkled face puck-
ered into a hundred tiny furrow's of
a smile. "He's no bigger'n a ques-
tion mark„ that kid, but he'd the
dangede•st, cutest little bit you ever
see! D'ang me, ,but he knows me just
as soon as he sees me."
"And your wife, Tommy? How
does she like the baby?"
Plater put his finger on his lips
and tip -toeing to the door• opened it
a crack and peered cautiously out.
"That's the queerest thing," he said
as he returned, "the all -roundest,
queerest thing. Mary never had a
chick of her own, as you know, and
you'd naturally expect she ;vouldn't
be strong for babies now, at her time
of life. But let me tell you some •
thing. The woman is actually silly
over that baby. Why, she doesn't do
anything but nurse him, and if I as
much as poke my head into the room
where he's asleep she chases inc out
with a broom. Damned queer crit-
ters, women.'4
"And the mother?" asked Nevilles.
"Well and cheerful, and es smart as
a cricket. (She's my right hand help
now, since 'Mary has took up being
gran'ma to young Tinker Tia,."
"Tinker Tim! So that's what you
call him?"
Flater chuckled.
"Why, Bang me, that youngster's
got more name's than a caterpillar has
legs. His ma calls him Thomas,
Mary calls him Man -boy, and I --gosh!
I can't just help callin' the little beg-
gar Tinker Tim."
"Has the baby's mother told you
her story?" Nevilles asked.
"She has. She told Mary and me
all about herself. And what her hus-
band can be thinking of `', act the
.way he's doing, we can't understand.
Why, say, that little woman is a lady
in every way. Good ed•ucati"n, re-
fined, pretty -oh hell! What's wrong
with the man, I wonder."
"Did she tell you about
ther?"
"She did. How he got killed in the
war, and everything. She feels pret-
ty' bad about him."
Nevilles -leaned 'over awl touched
his arm.
"Listen, Tommy, I want you to tell
her that I'm going to find her husband
for her."
"By gosh! She'll be glad to hear
that, although he can't be much of a
man," frowned Flater. "Buz maybe
you'd like to seer her, and tell her
yourself, now?" he suggested.
"No." Nevilles shook his head em-
phatically. "You can do it much bet•
ter than I. I'm going out to get a
bite to eat. 'Wait until after I'm gone
.before you tell her anything."
Nevilles ate his lunch and left the
restaurant. As he boarded a car he
was conscious that he Was being fol-
lowed. He took a seat, smiling as he
turned the pages of'his paper; then
his eyes caught an item of news, and
the smile vanished.
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flecks of gold gleamed up when the
morning air was' still and the brook
smiled blue 'as a pair of ems.-
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"Oh hell!" he sighed, and 'resumed
his walk.
By and by he came out upon a green
glade which 'sloped to a wide tumbling
stream. In its centre' stood a roomy
lodge built of logs. Wild honeysuckles
s'w'ept the -rustic porch and clung with
golden red -lips to the. rude walls.
, Nevilles stood' for a moment listen-
ing to the -swish of the stream, and
drinking in the. picture of the sun -
tinted mists painted above it. It re•
minded hien of the streams of the
wild' land he knew and loved.
As he, watched, a, big trout leaped
from the foaming current, marking a
ratn'botw of silver and gold through
the spray.
Producing a key from his pocket,
,w RMPKA" ,y""lvF, 7' vd i;le' e
MD�1#�47 q i'axlrle£' Te'147lfj er' eRn't
id�tet AS W,aehn'g quali- P4j1
Pa 03' t at ATand uld t +ju ere' eh me, that
***Nevi']les re d zko 7 1 }s lie of ed Ha t sa ss. e I r e
paper, put ;it''n' 1; piY0 et end sat ing his Asite' . °t tiredr e1n "
thiakn eee wee,epee pondering tool, Iive. jteet ahnllt tktl I2
some questions in dale% Miele s he a.
lighted from the gar; ani; a entered
la
dinghy brick -bundling ask ilk
eutekirts of the ten,�emen1 ;d etelet. He
knocked on a door beariieg the name
Timothy Bryce.
DR. F. J. BURROWS
Office and residence Goderich Street,
east of the United Church, Sea -
forth. Phone 46. 'Coroner fors, 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
Faculty of Medicine, member of Col-
lege of Physicians and Surgeons of
Ontario; pass graduate courses in
Chicago Clinical School of Chicago ;
Royal Ophthalmic Hospital, London,
England; University Hospital, Lon --
don, England. Office -Back of Do-
minion Bank, Seaforth. Phone No
Night calls answered from reside e,
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
long arms.
"How the deuce did you 'Farren t
come stumbling in here anyway?" h
asked resentfully. "I didn't hire yo:
for all-round' handy man, you know.
hired you for quite..anothee purpose
Where was Mose?"
"He was over helping Foster trim
the hedges," explained the urban
Griddle. "When the dog came in wit
your note there wasn't another sou
about except old Robbins, so I too
the liberty-"
"As you are in the habit of takin
things' you should let very much alone
Nevilles cut in. "Of course, she recog
nized you at once."
"The Angel -I mean the young lad
sir? Bless you, a cursory glance oil
She seemed to have no eyes for any
body 'but you."
Nevilles tried to look stern, fade
and throwing back his head, laughe
"Billy," he 'said. "You're n cleve
young man, but you'll need all you
cleverness before you're through pla
the role I have assigned you."
He got up from the mound.
"I'm going on to the trout stye
now, after which': I'll take a run in
the city; so just leave the car he
You had best take these dogs home.
might want to do 'a little fishing."
He turned to the huskies.
"°Go along with him, boys," he corn
mended, and obediently the dogs fo
lowed the jaunty form of Gridd
down the. road.
Nevilles waited until they pas
from view, then he plunged into t
Graduate Royal College of Dental
Surgeons, Toronto. Office over W. R.
" Smith's Grocery, Main Street, Sea -
forth. Phones: Office, 185 'W; resi-
dence, 185.J.
CONSULTING ENGINEER
S. W. Archibald, B,A,Sc., (Tor.)
O.L.S., Registered Professional En-
gineer and•. Land Surveyor. Associate
Member Engineering Institute of Can-
ada. Office, Seaforth, Ontario.
AUCTIONEERS
THOMAS BROWN
Licensee'' auctioneer for the counties
'of Huron and Perth. Correspondence
arrangements for sale dates can be
made by calling The F.,xpositor Office,
Seaforth. Charges moderate, a led
e'atisfaction guaranteed, Phone 302.
CHAPTER XIV
OVER THE.'•I'OjP'
. A short, ' heavy -set men, whose
square jaw showed a blue -black beard
beneath' the closely shaven skin, was
seated at a table littered with papers
A hard hat was pushed back on his
closely cropped head'. The eyes he
flashed' upon Nevilles were unfriendly,
inquiring.
"Want to see me?" he arcked, wheel-
ing upon his visitor.
"If you names Bryce, I do," Nev-
illes answered. .
"Well, I'm Bryce. Shoot."
He lit a cigar and watched Nevilles
narrowly, waiting.
"You look after the collections from
the tenements belonging to the Pars-
ley estate for Haight and Trollivor, .I
understand'?"
"I do. What about it?"
Bryce twisted a littl more about,
sq as to face his' questioner.
"We'll come' to that later. It seems
you take -rather stringent measures
with tenants who are unable to pay
their rents?"
"Well," exploded Bryce, bringing
his feet from the table with a thump,
"what business is that of yours'?"
"I understand," persisted' Nevilles,
"that you recently evicted a woman
and her 'baby because she was one
month in arrears' for rent. Is that
right?"
"That'•s right enough," answered the
agent defiantly. "I've got my orders.
Besides, it's the only way you can
take with these cattle."
"Who gave you such orders?"
Bryce stood up.
"Well, now," he snarled, "I d just
like to know by what right you come
butting into my business? If you're
from one of these Moral and Social
Uplift concerns, you might as well
save your time. We aren't paying
any attention to interfering fanatics.
You're not the first one that's been
here on a fools errand, let me' tell
you. I suppose," he flared, "she sent
you?"
"Who?" asked' Nevilles quietly.
"Who? Why, old Haight's ward,
the Angel, they call her down here.
Angel! If I had my way, I'd give
the interfering little devil a ran for
her money-"
The sentence was checked by Nev-
illes's fist coming in violent contact
with the speaker's aggressively out -
thrust chin. Bryce went down in a
heap.
"Get up!" commanded Nevilles.
The agent raised 'himself slowly to
his hands and knees. Nevilles's eyes
narrowed. He was rough-and-ready
artist enough to understand the man.
oeuvres. Qn another moment his ad-
versary would leap, and at the same
time strike.
Suddenly, like a flash, Bryce sprang.
There was no question of his agility,
his strength, or his science. One
who understood the game less than
did Nevilles might have been caught
off his guard. As it was', he was
ready. He side-stepped, and drove a
straight right and left home to the
agent's thick neck as he shot past.
' Again Bryce went down. Once more
he was up and advancing warily.
"Y•ould better apologize for using
her name, now, while you nave the
chance," Nevilles spoke. "Otherwise,
I'm going to put you down to stay.".
"I'll see you in-"
' Again Bryce rushed. There was
the sound of two sharp impacts, and
he sagged slowly down again, this
time to lie still. Nevilles rubbed his
bruised knuckles, and, seatin ; ;.imself
on a corner of the table, waited.
Finally, the 'vanquished one stirred.
Nevilles reached down, and jerked him
to his feet.
"Now," he added 'grimly.
"Oh, I apologize," said Bryce thick-
ly. "Seeing I'm outclassed, it's the
only thing left to do. I don't know
who you are, but I'll say this much,
you've got a lot of nerve to come
buttin' into our affairs this way, and
you're going to find that ovt.."
"Supposing 'I were to inform you
that they are my affairs, and nobody
else's,, what then?"
"Yours? IWiho are you, anyway?"
"I am the owner of those tenement
dwellings."
Bryce stared.
"You don't mean to say that you're
Webster?"
'Yes"
"Well, --.--"
Bryce sank into a chair, a chagrin-
ed leer distorting his swollen lips.'
woods. For half an hour he walk
briskly, the woodland 'scents stirri
his soul, the woodland song echo_-
the song within him. Before nim
the face of the Angel, wide eyes wi
golden flecks rising and falling
their depth, looking straight into h
"Oh, Lord'!" he groaned, "if she h
guessed that. she was talking to 0
supposedly David Webster she won
have cut me dead."
'S'o I've raised the tenement ew
less'' rentals, have I? And I'm a
fish, unsavoury beggar all round?
right, it's up to me to play up to
reputation she'has of me- and to
my medicine."
He stood still on the scented pa
and gazed away through the trees
"I wonder," he murmured softly,
I'm in love with her?" If so, he t
himself, he must stifle' a hope wh
sprung to life like a tender m
bud after rain. He must go back
the place of craggy -wooded cpa.ces',
the hills where nestled a calls b
singing stream, a stream in wh
OSCAR KLOPP
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keeping with prevailing market. Sat-
isfaction assured. Write or wire,
Oscar Klopp, Zurich, Ott, Phone:
13-93. 2866-52
R. T. LUKER
Licensed auctioneer for the County
of Huron. Sales attended to in' all
parts of the eolttty. Seven years' ex-
perience in Msnitoba and Saskatche-
wan. Terms reasonable. Phone No.
178 r 11 Exeter, Coltrane P.O., R.R.
No. 1. bide a left et The )euros Ex-
positor '011e, Seaforth, promptly at-
tended to,
cal
:hind to tell h m t go to t? ddtlri
and let hien de hie Weeete e
"end that would steam -_-what "
'' A roe fu stole up beneath Bryee's
!skin. •'
"Jail,» he 'answered, "and for some
'thing I didn't do,"
' He paced' the room restlessly, his
hands locked behind his baci�..
' "See here," he said, almost plead-
ingly, i anls'i,ng before Nevilles; "I'm
not really, a rogue from, onolee, al-
though looks are against me. I've
simply had to obey Haight's orders,
and drive these poor people of the
tenemepts• to the limit. I've. made
'them pay exorbitant rent when I
knew they had no food' in the house
for ,their hungry children. i've lied
them ejected, ,knowing they had no
peace in the world to turn ie and all
because I was a miserable coward;
because I feared Haight."
' He stood still and 'brushed his hand
heroes his face.
"But this morning, when you came
in, I 'had just about made up my mind
to tell him that I'm through. Now let
him put me in jail, damn him!' ,
' Nevilles leaned forward.
' "Bryce," he said crisply, "from what
you have told me, I infer that you are
in Haight's power. You wouldn't
care to tell me in just what way, I
'suppose?"
' "I can't," Bryce replied dully.
"Then I'll tell you."
"You'll what?"
"I'll tell you. Listen. Seven years
ago there was a wild -cat oil boom
started somewhere in the State of
Nevada. Haight and another man
were the perpetrators of this, one of
the most gigantic swindlers ever
sprung on the guileless public. Haight
too brainy and cunning to run any
risk, made the man we know as Trol-
livor his catspaw. Being a lawyer,
'Trollivor was shrewd enough to use
somebody else to do the dirty work;
that somebody was you, Bryce. I have
no doubt at the time y;.0 fully believ-
ed in the scheme, otherwise you would
not have invested your all in it.
Haight and his associates cleaned up
a lot of money. You dropped all you
invested, and found yourself :n a most
unenviable position. Haight offered
to shield you if you would do as he
said, and you couldn't choose but ac-
cept.
"Trollivor was able to buy himself
influence and being shrewd, made the
best of his office. His career here
has been meteoric. To -day he is con-
ceded to be the cleverest jurist in the
State; but it Was not greed that actu-
,.' •: i Tr;tl'; r t'r. Ambition lore of
power and position are re'spvnsible
for his crooked work."
Nevilles paused, and stood watching
the other man.• Bryce had resuii'cd
his chi it and now sat with his chin
en his i ' east.
"Trollivor made one mistake," con-
tinued Nevilles. "While conducting
his un' errand operations far afield he
met a yo•. fig woman and ii in love
with her He married her. Brought
her here."
Bryce looked up slowly.
"As God's above I knew Hui tint; cf
this," he said earnestly.
"I see you didn't. Well, h•: brought
her here, and hid her away in this
hell -hole of which you have halo
charge.
"You, Bryce, drove her and her
baby out on the street because she
had no money to pay her rent."
Bryce sprang to his feet.
"That was Haight's doing;. Curse
him!" he cried.
"He is 'worse than I thought him
her bro-
fiat.the e'epee,z
ed :the do'glr. sof .
and enter+ car'lfy'o
harrin'g the door 110iti!cj llizn
softly up th;e gln',
'O.utsicie;tike r Qm hn th epee
he hallex and befell*Ibis rage-; 14)se
to the eyhole, iiste„nee . ,
Voices 'cane"to hunt, one bigb-.1sit¢�i-
ed and •fretful, the other: calm and re-
asruring,
"`How much lon'geT" the priemeeee
voice was asking, "must I remain. shpt
away here?"!
"Not much longer," the ether ane
swered. "You must be patiopt fqr.
yet a little time. You are sleeping
and eating well. You have almost
conquered your enemy."
"Oh, I"m' cured of the drug, if that's
what you mean. The very thought of
it nauseates me. But- listen, I must
get out of here. There's something
I have got to do, somebody I moist
Nevilles scratched softly on the
door.
"W!hat's that?" the fretful voice
asked.
"Nothing. A mouse, perhaps. It
is time for you to rest. Close your
eyes. Nov? you are growing drowsy.
When you wake up you will be re-
freshed."
Silence fell in the room. 'i'hen'the
door opened, and Nevilles stepped in-
side.
"How is he doing?" he asked, mo-
tioning towards the' prisoner, deep in
hypnotic sleep in his chair.
"Splendidly," the doctor answered.
"He is a perfect subject; I never
knew a mind so open to hypnotic sug-
gestion as is his. He absolutely de-
tests the sight of heroin now, and he
no longer cherishes a spirit of ven-
geance toward -a certain person."
"But 'will it last?" Nervilles's tones
were anxious.
The doctor bowed.
"It will last, until I will otherwise."
"Then you feel it 'will be cafe to
give him the acid test?"
"Yes, any time now."
Nevilles considered.
"Listen," he said. "Sometime, soon,
if I don't miss my guess, certain par-
ties are going to strive to effect his
release. Right at this minute one of
their detectives is outside this build-
ing. I fancy they think I'm playing
my part too well to suit them, and
when my transactions of this day of
our Lord become known to them, there
is liable to 'be a grand blow-up. They'll
attempt to double-cross me, of course.
All they'll require to do is to discover
that I am an impostor, that I have
abducted the real Webster, discover
his whereabouts, set him free -and
„
;t'
He laughed shortly and -roaring ov-
er, stood beside the man asleep in the
chair. He turned at length and re-
joined the' watching doctor.
"Your work," he said, "is nearly
done. It has been thorough; in ap-
preciation of which---"
He drew a cheque front his vest
pocket. The doctor bowed his thanks
-then a low exclamation fell from
his lips.
"Twenty-fuee thousand dollars!" he
whispered.
Nevilles's eyes strayed to the pris-
oner.
"It's been worth it to David Web-
ster," he said harshly.
He drew the doctor aside, and
spoke ton him in whispers. The older
man listened gravely, 'bowing, but of-
fering no comment.
even." "Now I'm off," said Nevilles aloud.
He jerked open a drawer in his "As soon as I leave this 'building there
desk, and from it he to a squat is going to be a peeping Thomas out -
automatic pistol. side that door. You might wake your
"Mr. Webster," he declared. "I'n- subject up, and carry on a little con -
going out now to kill Haight. It's versation with him for friend sleuth's
the only thing to do. I'll hang for it, special edification, eh?"
but if he lives Ill go to psi ;on any- The doctor bowed.
way. Don't try -to stop rime," as "Seven, remember. Underground
Nevilles's hand gripped his arm "My tunnel -the river entrance."
mind is made up. That man has got Nevilles held out his hand.
to nay, and when he does l'll be satis- "Thanks for all you have done -
fled." and will do."
Nevilles held out his hand. He went out and down the musty
"Give me the pistol, Bt'yce," he stairs to the street. Perhaps he was
said. "Haight is going to pay, but in a hurry, or preoccupied. At any
not in that way. I have a better rate, he neglected to lock the heavy
plan." street door behind him as he passed
"A :better plan," repeated the col- out.
lector dazedly. All of which a skulking figure in a
"And you, Bryce, are nut going to Nearby alley noted with malignant
suffer further from his persecutions. satisfaction. Scarcely had Nevilles's
Listen, if I give you my word that no footsteps died away round the dist-
harm shall come to you through ant corner before the figure was in
Haight, will you give me yours to do the building and stealing with cat -
exactly as I bid you?" like tread up the stairs.
He dropped the pistol which Bryce
had. surrendered to him hack into the
drawer.
The collector attempted to speak.
and failed. Finally, he ,said hoarse-
ly:
"Mr. Webster, I believe you're white
in spite of what they say about you.
I'll do anything you suggest."
Nevilles nodded.
"It my he that I too know how it
feels to have the talons of the law
reaching for me," he said. "Let me
tell you something. I have a some-
what peculiar code of my own. It is
this. 'Get the other fellow before he
gets you, but be careful of the meth-
ods you employ.' I'm after this brace
of birds, Bryce."
Into Bryce's brooding eyes flashed
a gleam of admiration.
"By God!" he exclaimed. "You're
all man, Webster."
Then the gleam died, and he stood
with shoulders sagging.
"You can't win," be declared hope-
lessly, "you're game, but y'or�i'll find
the Haight ring too strong for you."
"Nevertheless, I shall get the bet-
ter of them."
Bryce squared his shoulders.
"Then I'm with you. I'll sf.and or
fall by you."
Nevilles looked deep into the un-
swerving eyes of the man. Tf this
man knew the part he was playing
and why, he asked himself, would he
be willing to offer hie fealty? Yes,
undoubtedly. He held out iris hand.
The agent caught it in a mighty grip,
"I'm ready," he said. "I'll send in
my resignation to Haight now."
"No," Nevilles said, "you can be
of far greater service to ale by re-
maining as you are."
"Then I am to go on collecting the
rents?"
"I'll pay the rents," said Neeilles,
that:A •.
'91?i re ' .
the owner• *#7.=
C�;isSP.n•' .,.?�ro�}= t1i s o .a., b r
o')vsously a man, "who did' mire
ila mirecles, -taut n,eveethelees was
ing for elle to' happen. Yo,,, t�ite;1
was of Ireland, "
The last time I was there I {Q;e
a number cards in :a basl4f: '
fi'r. st these.cards looked as -if they vreye
crowded with bene buttons; :but,
as °"
there seemed to be something pectilia,
about these buttons I bent down to
examine. They 'were false teeth., It•
the Caledonian Market you can now
buy falee teeth by the card, and •it:;ia
high time most of the stall holders
tried a few.
But the favorite merchandise is;
still the rubber heel. You pass thou-
sands and thousands of rubber heels',
though nobody ever appears to buy
any. But then, who would buy one of '
those old-fashioned frilly parasols, es-
pecially wheh they are very dirty and
full of holes?
Yet a man there, the other day, was
putting up one parasol after another,
and was so convinced that he had`e
struck a good line that he was shout-
ing
houting at the top of his voice: "Oo, munr-
ver, look what I got!" Only a few
yards away, a man who looked like a
kind of obscene bird -)for he had an
enormous beak of a nose and a round
glaring glass eye -was saying "Per-
fect! Perfect!" For a minute or two I
could not understand' what he was
talking about -for the glass eye was
misleading -but then I saw that he
was referring to the ugliest wash -
hand stand I had ever seen. it had a
pip,k marble top -with a place for a
mi or, but no mirror -and Sas made
of greeny -yellow deal. Behind was e
card that said "Free Delivery Within
Reason."
As I was leaving the market I saw
the only thing I wanted to buy there.
The reason why I did not buy it was
simply that it was too big. It was a
very, large framed certificate, with
crossed English and American flags
at the top; and this is what it an-
nounced to the world: "Anglo-Ameri-
can School of Embalming, Diploma.
The' O. K. Buckhout Chemical Comp-
any, Ltd., and Kalamazoo, Michigan,
U. S. A., and London, England, here-
by certifies that Arthur Sherry of
London has attended a series of Lec-
tures and Demonstrations and has un-
der the instructions of Professor Ren-
ovard becomes thoroughly familiar
with the science of Embalming." ^
Well, if the worst comes to the
worst -as it may have done with Ar-
thur Sherry and even 0. K. Buckhout
-we can always 'put some odds and
ends in the last of our suitcases, and
set up as traders in the Caledonia
Market.
"So you're the guy who's givin'
Trollivor and his running mate,
Haight, sleepless nights, eh?"
He broke into a low, throaty chuc-
kle.
"Say," he exclaimed admiringly,
"you're 'a wonder! You are so! Do
you know, I 'was just making up my
mind to go over to your place and see
you. I'm getting fed up on Trollivor
and Haight's way of doing, things."
Nevilles held up his, hand.
"Be careful now," he admonished.
"Don't say anything you may regret
afterward."
Bryce stood up.
"I'm not caring a hoot for Trollivor
or Haight," he cried, thumping his
fist on the table. "They're both so
crooked they can't utrderstaad why
any man' should play half straight.
Now," he said, flashing a look at the
man watching him with questioning
eyes, "I'm going to tell you something
that'll' make you sit up and take. not-
ice. Trollirvor and Haight are jug-
gling `eit1h your money, and have been
for month's."
He stood back prepared to see his
listener start, But Nevilles simply
nodded.
"I know," he said quietly.
"You know! Good lord, man, how
did you find out?"
"Never mind how. Now suppose
we get dorovn to cases. If you find
working for ns'y agents distasteful,
why do you stick with them? len
curious to knew."
"With the midsummer races not far
away, 'the interest among the turf -
followers naturally centree on the
main event, viz., the contest for the
Heliport Stakes. Sportsmen said to
possess the right dope pick Haight's
Fire Ply -who is _-grand-daughter of
(Continued next week)
LONDON'S GREAT TREASURE
One thing that "keeps" without any
special preservative is the traffic jam.
-Ottawa Citizen.
Spending makes you poorer, but it
gives you a delightful sensation of
being rich. -Kingston Whig -Standard.
The open market off the Caledonian
road in London fosters the kindliest
romantics illusions. It does this by
patching together, every Tuesday and
Friday, the last shreds' of self-respect
in broken men. You are, we will say,
nearly 60 years of age and in a wret-
ched state of health. It is ten years
since you were Sacked from your last
little regular job. You have a bent
back, flat feet, no teeth, and a wheez-
ing voice. If your son (who drives a
bus) and your l,rother (who keeps
the fried shop in Hoxton) did not slip
you a little something, and your
daughter occasionally share her dole
with you, no doubt you could not ex-
ist outside the workhouse.
Nevertheless, you are n,o mere beg-
gar. You have a little business of your
own. You are in the second-hand, the
buying and selling line. You are a
trader in the Caledonian Market Out
of your dilapidated suitcase yon pro-
duce certain articles -perhaps a dirty
cushion, two egg cups, an undershirt,
the Letters of Charles Kingsley, and
a broken alarm clock -and these you
offer to the public. There you stand
from ten to four, exchanging remarks
about the weather and the state of
trade with your fellow merchants, and
even though nobody ever buys any-
thing from you, the fact remains that
you are in business. Dignity returns
to you.
That is why most of these unshaven
and toothless traders, whose shop'is a
piece of brown paper and...whose stock
is nothing but the siftings of the rub-
LONDON AND WINGHAM
North.
Centralia
Exeter
Hensall
Kippen
Brucefield
Clinton
Londesboro
Blyth
Belgrave
Wingham
Wingham
Belgrave
Blyth
South.
I.ondesboro
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
6.45
7.03
7.14
7.21
p.m.
5.41
5.54
6.08
6.13.
6.22
6.42
7.02'
7.11
7.23
7.48'
p.m.
3.011
3.23
3.87
3.46'
7.40 4.OS
7.58 4.28•
8.05 4.3&
8.13 4.43•
8.27 '' 4.58
8.39 5,08
C. N. R. TIME TABLE
East.
Gorlerich
Holmesville
Clinton
Seaforth
St. Columban
Dublin
•
Dublin , , ... .
St. Columban.
Seaforth
Clinton
Holmesville ..
Goderich
6.20
6.36
6.44
6.59
7.06
7.11
P.m.
2.15
2.32
2.45
3.03
3.10
3.17
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 10.81
12.11 7.05 10.46
12.25 7.10 10.57
C. P. R. TIME TABLE
East.
Goderich
Menset
McGaw
Auburn
Blyth
Waltoi i
McNaught
Toronto
Toronto
McNaught
Walton
Blyth
Auburn .....'
McGaw
Meneset
Goderic'h
' +'
West.
5.50
5.55-
6.04
6.11
6.25
6.40'
6.52
10.25
a.m.
7.40'
11.48
12.01
12.12'
12.23'
12.84
12.41
12.45