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The Huron Expositor, 1930-11-21, Page 7ri', • 21, r?} JJRE SPECIALIST Rupture, Varicocele, Varicose Veins, Abdominal Weakness, Spinal Deform - It Consultation free. Call or write. J, G. SMITH, British Appli since Specialist, 15 Downie St„ Strat- ford, Ont. 8202-52 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, BEST & BEST Barristers, Sdieitors, Convenyan- ems and Notaries Public, Etc. Office in the Edge Building, opposite The Expositor Office. VETERINARY JOHN GRIEVE, Y.S. Honor graduate of Ontario Veterin- aa�ayy 'College. All diseases of domestic animals treated. Calls promptly at- t+eeded to and charges moderate. Vet- erinary Dentistry a specialty. Office end residence on Goderich Street, one door east of Dr. M'rkay's office, Seafirth- - A. R. CAMPBELL, V.S. Graduate of Ontario Veterinary College, University of Toronto. All diseases of domestic animals treated most modern principles. reasonable. Day or night calls promptly attended to. Office on Hain 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 Bye and Golden Square Throat Hos- London, Eng. At Commercial Seaforth, third Monday in each month, from 11 a,m. to 3 p.m. IR 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 to Aberhart's Drug Store, Main St., Bsaforth. Phone 90. 4 DR. R. P. L DOUGALL Honor graduate of Faculty • of Medicine and Master of Science, Uni- versity of Western Ontario, London. Member of College of Physicians and Servo= of . Ontario. 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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 Klapp, Zurich, Ont. Phone: 11.98. 2866-52 C i ( '1 , 1 r 1 R. T. LUKER Licensed auctioneer for the County of Huron. Sales attended to in al parts of the county. Sen years' ex- perlence in Manitoba fetid Saskatche- wan. Torino reasonable. Phone No. 1,78 r 11 Elder, .Oentralio P,O., R.R. No. 1., briers left at The Huron Unc- pot'1t&r Office, Seaforth, promptly at- ROM t- bi "Jt Shan h • By FRANK L. PACKARD Four Short Novels of Crime on the High Seas • (Continued from last week) "A girl -eh?" he said. Hie lips parted in a slow smile -he • touched them here and there with the tip of his tongue as though they were parched. He mouthed the words a- gain: "A girl -eh? Well, I never kick at my luck 'because there's a girl thrown in and . ," Martin Lane found -himself groping his way back to his Cabin. He could not kill those two men in there with his bare hands. It was quite impos- sible -be was too damnably weak. Mechanically he reached and closed the cabin door silently behind him, and staggering to his hunk flung himself down upon it. "Carol!" he said aloud, "Oh, my God --Carol!" CHAPTER IV THE MOLLY DEANE DROPS ANCHOR It grew light. A step sounded a- long the alleyway and' Martin Lane's cabin door opened!. The red-haired man came in. 'Martin Lane lifted 'his head. "How're you feelin'?' demanelied the red-haired man pleasantly. Martin Lane's eyes fastened on a small tray the other held in his hand. He shook his head. "Here's a mug of tea for you, and some biscuits, son," said the red-hair- ed man, "Leave 'em," said Martin Lane in a (Voice that simulated weakness. "I will take 'em by and by." "Right you are!" said the other heartily. "Just you buck up and 'you'll have the hair on your teeth a- gain in less than no time," He set the tray down on the 'cabin floor be- side the bunk. "Anythin' you'd like? Again Martin Lane shook his head. The red-haired man went out of the Cabin. Martin Lane listened until the re- treating footsteps had died away. then he reached over for the mug of tea, emptied it under the mattressof his bunk -and ate the biscuits. "I've got to get my strength back," said Martin Lane in a queer, judical manner to himself, "and I've got two days and one night to do it in." He sat up on his bunk after a while, haggard -faced, staring across the small cabin. What could he do, after all? What chance had he, a- lone, unarnied, against an entire crew who, through their captain as a mouthpiece„ were self -acknowledged sea -pillagers, whose trade was rob- bery, to whom murder, if expedient to their lawless plans, was merely an incident? The majority of them were probably Malays, maybe a few Chinese, and the whites the scum of the world's waterfronts. A hell's brood! The sense of incredulity was past. The refusal to believe that he was dealing with reality no longer ob- truded itself. These waters had al- ways 'been notorious as the haunts LONDON AND WINGHAM North. a.m. p.m. Exeter 10.50 5.54 Hensall 11.13 6.08 Kippen ..... 11.18 6.13 Brucefield 11.27 6.22 Clinton 12.12 6.42 Londesboro 12.32 7.02 Blyth 12.42 7.11 Belgrave 12.54 7.23 Wingham ... ^ 1.10 7.45 South. Wingham Belgrave Blyth Londesboro Clinton Brucefield Kippen ... Hensall Exeter � 11'ijl t r�`t .4 a.m. 6.45 .7.01 7.12 7.19 7.38 7,56 8.03 8.09 8.23 C. N. R. TIME TABLE East. Goderich Holmesville Clinton Seaforth St. Columban Dublin Dublin Seaforth Clinton Goderich a.m. 6.20 6.36 6.44 6.59 7.06 7.11 West. a.m. 11.37 11.53 12.09 12,a5 C. P. R. TIME TABLE East. Goderich Menset McGaw Auburn lyth alton McNaught Toronto Toronto McNaught Walton Blyth West. Auburn ..... p.m. 3.05 3.23 3.37 3.45 4.08 4.23 4.36 4.43 4.58 p.m 2.15 2.32 2.45 3.03 3.10 3.17 p.m. 10.04 10.17 10.31 10.57 a.m. 6.50 6.55 6.04 6.11 6.25 6.40 6.52 10.28 a.m. '7.40 11.48 12.01 .. 12.12 12.23 12.84 12.41 12.46 where crime was spawned by piratic- al Malays and renegade whites. Crimes as vicious and sinister still persisted in the great centers of civ- ilization, in London, in New York; and, equally, they had never been stamped out here, probably neuter would be while such curs existed as that little men • with the small, black,, shifty eyes, with the dirty stulrble on his face, who licked his lips at . the mention of -of --Carol! White-faced, Martin Lane was on 'his feet -rocking there. What chance had he alone? A curious, inarticu- late sound came from him -a low cry, passion born. Chance enough! Change enough at the end, if he could do no snore, to strangle the other with his naked hands! He began to walk up and down the short length of cabin. He must get his strength ,bank -exercise -,he must not lie there on the bunk -he had to- day and to -night and to -morrow -- His unshod feet made no noise` and besides there was the creaking of the ship. But he mustn't be caught -if he, too, was to go ashore to- morrow night. He would have to swim for it. There was no other way. And to do that he must get his strength back -that was the one vital thing now. He listened as he walked. After a While he lay down on hisbunk again. At intervals through the day food and drink were brought him; some- times by the red-haired man, and sometimes by a disfigured Malay who had a white scar across one cheek bone -and each visit found him rest- less, tossing on his bunk, or, by way of variety, apathetic and drowsy. The food he ate. If it were water that was brought, he drank it, for water would disguise no foreign taste; if it were other than water, it followed the first mug of tea under the mattress. And that_ night he slept well, tired with exercise and' because his strength was returning, and the pain and gid• diners were going from his head. He awoke with a grim sense of physical well-being the next morning and, as he watched the daylight lengthen through the porthole, his mind became intent upon two things: A pair of shoes, and a weapon -but most of all a weapon. Where was he to get one? He could hardly ex- pect to find anything of the kind here in the cabin, and to be caught prowl- ing about the schooner now would be fatal. If they became suspicions for a moment that he knew their game, it was all up -not only with himself -with Carol! The scar-cheeked Malay brought his breakfast. Martin Lane began the routine of the day before, but added thereto a search of the cabin. Shoes and wea- pon! The only place here in the cab- in where there could be anything that was not already in plain sight was the locker there under the bunk -two big drawers on top of which the bunk was built. Be started to open • one. It wasn't locked; but it came away with difficulty as though it were packed with something extremely heavy. He stared a little in amaze- ment when it was wide enough open to permit him to inspect the con- tents. It was full of ankle and wrist irons -thick, heavy, rusty bands, some locked, some unlocked, each pair connected by a short, rusty piece of chain. He pulled out the other draw- er -it was equally full of the same thing. He nodded sharply to him- self. Tll4e red-haired renegade had not lied in any degree about one of the favorite pursuits of the Molly Deane! "Blacktbirdin'g!" said Martin Lane - and nodded his head again. There were no shoes and no wea- pons -unless one of these things might be called a weapon. He picked up and examined a pair of the wrist irons. They were better than noth- ing. At close quarters they would at least deal a much uglier blow than a bare fist -not the ones that had been snapped together; they were too small in circumference for the pur- ose-but with a pair where the jaws were open he could encase his knuckles rather neatly, make them, as it were, iron -shod. He chose a pair of the latter, thrust the man- acles into his trousers pocket, and closed the locker drawers again. The hours went slowly -but they brought strength. The red-haired man was increasing- ly solicitous. He came more fre- quently -end went away satisfied. At dusk the Malay brought supper. There was a mug of tea. When the man returned for his tray the tea had disappeared, but the food had scarce- ly been touched. The figure on the bunk :had the, appearance of being in- different to everything. It grew dusk. An hour passed. Suddenly Martin Lane raised him- self on his elbow and listened. The next instant he lay prone again, his head on an out -flung arm, his face to the bulkhead. 'Queer how. above the creak of timber and the noises of the (vessel, he had come to recognize unerringly the footstep of the red- haired man in the alleyway there out- side! He felt the schooner swing quickly to a more even keel, as though she were coming sharply up into the wind. He heard the hurried patter of feet on the deck above his head. He heard the slatting of canvas. And then the door of the cabin opened. It was black inside here, utterly black. "Hello, son," inquired the voice of the red-haired man, "how goes it?" Martin Made no 'answer. A foot- step 'crossed the cabin. Then he felt McCraw Meneset • Goderich ...., ., di e eel S dal roe him & OW e 1 , e land, 1. ,x. 149Y.emtent, • A 'hoar a bents lal, a a g#retell a ,cart! breath ayes an his g eels, eyes, helot a great..11yaieal,'latantule' sensed,„sem , ere peerizi at. hero fixesdly in I sire to lie own ant: rest;. :But, ien- trees e'r sa eta rxenvexl. the darkness. And the , lm ul/e, stead, he ran o p nivwarAstnm'bling r at the +wirislxawa:.. T, born of a mad surge ef passion, seia-;$rat, but seeming ,steadily ta regain just' openeiter.n ed upon him., 'He was strong en e:v,vtgor under the mental .lash with nephew p egeolet now; he could do it. With a single which he drove biiself along. A why; _lav Ie, e'h ftart'he movement he could lo'ck. his fingers girl's face swam befnre his eyes: Bhej-to the right, b ,e or in a strangle hold op the other's seemed to be angry with him. His kept nievin'g arolariel : find, ? i4 throat. He fought the: impulse back, nails were biting into the palms of i and down and at was j' ,t It would do no good. Ott °Would change nothing except that this man would .be dead, and that presently he would have the crew swarming upon him and he would be dead in turn, and the night's programme would go on just the same. He would rather kill the man who licked bestially at 'his lips and - "That's the boy!" said the red- haired man with- a low chuckle, "We are just gain' to let go the mud -hook, but I thought I'd make sure first it wouldn't disturb you,, 'cause you've had a hard time of it, and you need the few snatches of sleep you ve been able to get!" The footsteps retreated across the cabin. Tlfe door opened and closed. Martin Lane came up on his elbow again -listening intently. The foot- steps died away along the alleyway. And then Martin Lane was on his feet. In a second he was across the cabin, and, with the door closed be- hind him, was standing in the alley- way listening again. There was corn motion on the deck, above his bead, a good deal of it. Thee he heard the plunge of the anchor going overboard. How far to the shore was it? They would go in a boat, and he would have to swim for it. Every minute count- ed now. The door to the main cabin from the alleyway stood wide open, and the swinging lamp gave light. The companionway to the deck was there, of course. He stole forward, gained the threshold of the door, and press- ed back against the alleyway wall, halted again for an instant. So far the way was clear. The cabin was empty and deserted. He darted through the cabin and up the companionway; but, just at the top of the companionway and before emerging on the deck, he halt- ed once more, and went down on his hands and knees. It was very dark. He could scarcely see anything, but there were sounds, many of them, that were eloquent enough; the crew seemed mostly busy forward, hotising the foresail probably; and there was the clank of_ anchor chain and hand windless; and amidships, to port, whet sounded like the creak ef davit falls and tackle. The mainsail hung ike a gray and flimsy curtain before him, and he noticed that the main boom had swung well to starboard of amidships. If there was anybody aft, anybody still at the wheel, which wasn't likely, the mainsail would af- ford, at least, a little protection. He crawled out now on the deck making for the starboard rail, and, gaining this. searched around still on hands and knees, for a bit of rope. Almost anything would serve his pur- pose, which was to avoid the sound of a splash as he went overboard. Bis lips grew tight with impatience. He had not :been seen yet, but every second was inviting discovery. And then his lips relaxed. His hand was en a loose rope's end. Feeling along he found it to be the slack of a rode that was fast to a belaying pin inside the rail. He worked with desperate haste now, paying out the rope's end over the rail; then swing- ing himself over, he lowered himself down and slid silently into the wa- ter. He swans under water until forced to the surface for breath. And now for the first time he obtained his hearings. With the tree tops curious- ly like the jagged teeth of a saw, the black, serrated, irregular mass of the shore line showed a little to his right against a sky line that was scarcely less black. It did not seem to be very far away, but it was al- most impossible to gauge the distance in the darkness. And there was a stiff wind blowing, too, if those ugly, scudding clouds meant anything; though _here, in some sort of a cove, probably, the water was comparative- ly calm. The weather hadn't cleared very much, if any, in spite of the Bonara's rising glass -or maybe there was another storm coming up - a bad season of the year in these wa- ters, anyhow! fl rte lT his sands. "On the other aide of the island- about a anile across" -that's what the red-haired anan had said. ' He 'was running through a wooded tract; through vegetation that sought maliciously to bar his way, where ter direetion that the sou'n4s. tt raiic- ous singing and hilarity eariae t was very shadeWy and audx»ti'het,sat tliank's to the lanterns he was able to make out another building ng there, trite detached of course from .the b pse:It-' self. A storage shed probably.•-ibut ADl b ca7,94P creepers and undergrowth tripped him certainly being looted, whatever .ut P.Uwe� at almost every step. He fought and was. Axed from the sounds it waass `twisted his way through this for a fairly obvious that amongst the core long time. • He came out into a clearer space, and ran on. It was easier here to keep one's direction. He was not sure that, due to his twisting and window of the house. They •couldn't began to green •cautiously,fe tents had been found spirits of some td tt� ce tai e.slbi x� ° +�7piyill , Jae W Ay « Yi Cy' sort. Lane s'miledunieleasa t i He dropped down on his knees . andscar-cheeked'Malay�' I h began to crawl toward the lighted hien drugged tea 'ter a turning in and amongst the trees back there, he was now running an any- thing like a direct line across the is- land. The thought tormented him. There was no sound save the pad of his bare feet. In a subconscious way he was aware that, for some reason' or other, they gave him pain. He must have come a good three-quar- ters of a mile. But he wasn't sure of his direction. Another stretch of wooded land' loomed up ahead of him. He plunged into it. It was worse than the first. If he could only see! Why wasn't there a window light in the house to show him where he was going? Where was the house? Why wasn't there some sound from it -- they always played ,gramophones on these islands in the evening -and it was still very early He stopped short. Out of the utter stillness there had come a single shot And now there came another and an- other, quickening into a fusillade - and the night became suddenly hide- ous with yells. The sounds came from slightly to his left, and from still some distance away. He swerved in that direction and plunged on once more. The shots and yells continued. And now occasionally he heard low cries and the sound of speeding feet here and there about him, a branch snapping, native words gasped out, terrified exelamations-as though the woods were suddenly peopled with un- seen ghosts. He nodded. He under- stood. That's what the re•l-haired man had said. The natives didn't! count. Wherever they had come from they were now in full flight. Flashes stabbing the blackness, vic- ious little tongues of flame, showed through what was now but a fringe of trees separating him from the scene of the firing; and, beyond this fringe of trees and across what seem- ed like a clearing, he could make out a long black shadow from which, here and there, came answering spurts of flame. That was the house, of course -and there were no lights in the windows exeept when those little tongue -flames spurted out. . The red- haired man had evidently failed to take the household unawares, and so, taking cover here at the fringe of the woods, he was attacking it from this point. The only chance then for him, Martin Lane, to get to the house was by working his way around to the other side. They would hav,e arms in thereplenty of them, and - A strange, bewildered look spread over his face. it seemed as though he had been dealt a terrific blow on his upper left arm and shoulder. It spun him half round like a top, and the whirl, short as it was, made him ridiculously dizzy. He flung out his right hand to grasp at a tree for sup- port -and then he felt himself slid- ing toward the earth as though he were melting into it. And then sqund and sight were blotted out. The schooner was indistinct, andhe had therefore little fear of being seen 'himself. And then, as he began to swim on' again, a sound caught his ear -e low, steady, rhythmical splash. Oars! His lips compressed. it was not that he was afraid of being seen by the boat, he could evade that in the darkness easily enough; but he had hoped that they would not have left the schooner so soon -that he might have reached shore first. There wr . no hope of that now. The great- + ., f•irther he would '-^ 1.14: Feem the sound, the boat was pulling a good many oars. He found himself wondering how many of the cutthroats, apart from the red-haired man and the little rat - eyed fugitive from justice, were in her. Perhaps seven or eight. The schooner wasn't very large. She wouldn't have a crew of more than ten or twelve all told, and a few would certainly be left on board. Wihat did the exact number matter? There would be enough of them, anyway! He caught a glimpse of the boat - just a . black smudge passing across the face of the water over there to his right. A feeling of bizarre un- reality swept over him. It was full of intense, unholy humor. He hadn't even a pair of shoes; and the wea- pons with which he was to slash and slay his way to victory single-handed were a pair of rusty old manacles! He swam on and on. The shore, that jagged line of tree tops, never seemed to get any nearer. All sound was lost now --from the boat from the schooner. A tremendous sense of isolation seemed to have fallen upon him. He was in a world apart, bent upon a mission that was fantastically impossible; a dream from which he would awaken to find himself --where. Mentally he roused himself. He tried to 'estimate the elapsed tinge since he had left the schooner. Twenty nxnn- utes? The belt 'Weald long ere this have reached the (beach, .or, if it had not, then he had still a, very long way to swine, CHAPTER V THE PRISONERS ' Martin Lane became conscious first of all that boisterous singing, out- bursts of hilarity and jubilation had given place to the screams, yells and shots that had been ringing in his ears. He next discovered that he was lying full length on the ground. He raised himself up to a sitting posture -and bit his lips with•pa:n. He put his hand to his shoulder. It was wet, sticky, hot; his left arm hung help- lessly at his side. He sat still for an instant trying to collect his senses, He had been hit by a stray bullet, o° course -that was obvious. And the shot must have been fired by some one in the house -that was also ob- vious -but it was also absurdly iron- ical that he should have been shot by some one in the house. How long had he been lying here on the ground unconscious? There was no ;ening, naturally, but long enough so that in the meantime the attack on the house had succeeded, and instead of shots - A low cry came from him. He stag- gered to his feet. It was over, then! He was too late! Where was Carol? What had they done to her? No - not too late! Not too late to get his see him if he kept close to the ground. gain, hugging the 'av'all The He halted, however, before he had light had disclosed mare -that gone five yards. His left hand kept 'ether's face, There was a ;doo dragging and bumping on the ground, Juat apposite to where 'the swinging his arm like a pendlurlum stood. - that was' out of control. He lifted his The man resumed his pacing' ;ht left hand with his right, tucked the and down, new -bulking up out of former into the bosom of his shirt, shadows, now lost in them Mant improvising in that fashion a sling, Lane crept forward.There Mustn't.and crawled on again. be any noise about it., -just quiet. ('Mitt. The window was open, and as he there mustn't be any mistake, either., reached it he heard the sound of voic- There was certainly .a door on "t e> es from inside. It was only shoulder other side of the house, because .tele, high, and, standing up, well at one other side must be the front facing edge of the windpw frame, he peered the sea, and if there was a guard in. here there would certainly be one on. Something indefinable, save that it the other side, too. There mustn't was primal, elemental in its n:ler'ci- be any noise about it. less fury, stirred within him. He had From his pocket Martin Lane drew seen death before -many times -but never one by murder. Strange that he should first come upon it here on a lonely island! A gray-haired man with face upturned, a smudge of blood across temple and cheek, diad, lay upon the floor. And his requiemwas ate 'a fee 'Yr out his rusty pair of manacles. Hee, encircled the knuckles of his right hand with them. He mustn't miss f There would :be no second chance, if the man grappled with 'him leis left `arm must :be (broken at the shoulder -he felt a bit sick with the pain of a coarse laugh. The red-haired man the thing ---but he had to fight. too! • was laughing. He stood over in the He narked the limit of the Malay's. far corner holding, by one of its two approach -, and reached that spot. handles, a handbag that gaped open; while the man was pacing slowly in, and, kneeling in front of him wa the the other direction. The Malay was furtive, rat -eyed, . little MacGuire, coming back now -nearer -still near - working with some tools at a safe er. which though large was many years And then, from where he crouched out of fashion. in the shadows, Martin Lane sprang,. "You made too much noise gettin' and struck -struck with every ounce in the window Muggy," laughed the of his weigh behind the blow. And red-haired one grossly. "For a swell there was no sound-isave a queer. lit - New York footpad it must have been tle crunching sound as the iron -shod painful to have come a cropper like knuckles met flesh and bone just back. that! But you sure crowded on all of the ether's ear. sail when you came out again -with I There was a crumpled thing on the. the wind ef a bullet blowing you a- ground. Martin Lane bent over it;; long. You looked like you was in a'felt over it. He thrust the manacles hurry! I'm laughin' yet!" back into his pocket,, and, in their "Ave go to blazes!" said Muggy ,stead, stood up with the Malay's re- MacGuire politely. "It wasn't my volver in his hand. He stepped quick- fault. It vvas the girl that spotted ly, silently then to the door, opened me and let out a screech. She'll wish' it noiselessly, and entered. A ceiling. to ,Gawd she hadn't! I'll fix her when lamp, burning low, lighted the place I'm through with this piece of tin dimly. 'He was standing in a wide junk!" hallway that obviously made the en - "There's no one else left to fix," tire breadth of the house and ended. said the red-haired man roughly. in another door that fronted on the "There was only the three of 'em- side facing the sea. The hallway,. and old Gray's probably gone out by he noted, was evidently used as a sort now, too. All the information the of lounging roam, judging from the natives can give is that a ship came wicker chairs and tables with which,. here -and anybody'd know that. But throughout its length, it wasfurnish- I ain't sure" -he laughed again in ed. To his right was a closed door - the same gross way -"that, havin' clapped eyes on the girl myself, I can see where you've got any personal and preferred claim to her. She's some looker!" "You don't, eh?" snarled the other. "No; I don't!" returned the red- haired man mimicking the other's tone. Muggy MacGuire turned a face sud- denly distorted by a thin and evil - mouthed grin. "Well anyway," he said, his leer broadening, "we don't have to fight about it. She can't be taken on board on account of that bird from the Bonara, but-" Martin Lane was moving silently away from the window, edging the wall of the house. He was conscious of two things: One, a desire to kill - this possessed him -hugely, savagely, remorselessly, he desired to kill. He lusted for it. And as though it seep- ed through senses drunk with this in- toxicant, the other thing: She was in there somewhere . . . somewhere in there . . . somewhere in thers The house here seemed to make an L. He turned the corner and sudden- ly crouched down, motionless and still. Against the wall in the shadows of the angle it was very black and he was quite safe from observation, but farther along the shadows were less opaque and he could make out a man's figure pacing slowly up and down. "Got a guard here, eh?" said Mar- tin Lane to himself in a curiously de- tached and unemotional way. "Won- der if it's to keep Carol from getting out, or the rest of the lot from get- ting in until those two devils are ready to let 'em!" The man struck a match, bending his head to light his tobacco. It threw his face into relief. Martin the red-haired man and the little crook were in there, of course. There was another door, also closed, on his 'left. He stepped cautiously toward this one, and opened it. It was quite dark inside except for - the faint light, not enough to enable him to see, that now filtered in from. the 'hallway behind him - but a strange, confused murmur of voices reached him from, apparently, some- where across the room. He moved forward again. The voices became more distinct. He felt his pulse quicken fiercely. He could distinguish a girl's tones. It must the Carol -it couldn't be any one but Carol' He brought up against the opposite wall of the room. It was Carol's voice. Through the thin tropical par- tition he could hear every word now as he felt along the wall for the door that obviously must open into still an- other room beyond. (Continued next week) What Ambition Did for Joe Joe had a job in a factory. Thoug it was hard, he worked cheerful! early and late, because he wanted to be a foreman with larger pay in or- der that he might give his wife • ant children a better home. Then he be- gan to feel extra tired, couldn't sleep• was weary all daylong and his chest pained him. One day he fainted at his job. The doctor said he had only one chance of recovery from his trou- ble -consumption -and that was to be treated at the Muskoka Hospital. for Consumptives. So ill was Joe that it has taken almost two years to build him up to anything like normal, but he hopes to be able to return home soon and take up opce more the duty of supporting his family, For work such as this, your sub- scription le asked. Will you pleas.- send leas*send as Much as you can to Mr. A. E.. Ames, 228 College Street, Toronto. "THREE BARS' RUST" FOR SYMPHONY IN SHIRT SLEEVES When the Toronto Symphony Orchestra goes down to the studio Sunday afternoon to ;clay for Canada, it goes prepared for work. With the ex- ception of the Conductor, Dr. Luigi von Kunits, and the concert master, Donald Heins, -who usually go in frock coat for the sake of the dignity of music, the players appear in their 'working clothes because, to the vast audience, which stretches from Vancouver to Halttaz thea" are invisible. And when they set to work, even the Conductor anal' the Concert Master doff (their c'oa'ts and perforta; in their shirt sleeves. Playing in a syta hon'gi orehestra is e'trentious work. The TereetO efte' Phony. appears before the microphone every Stull,• day afternoon and ' is broadcast to appreclatilt t listeners by means of the Canadian Nat/tonalt4Y1;> ways' radio chain, tch binds Canada together. from Atlantic to Pacific. f'F hi �Ft rn2 tG' �Atr „i lr 1t' hhs I{;