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The Huron Expositor, 1931-04-24, Page 7ar is" es r !t Tl wis Lure, Va. 10.9 e10, Vann+ lose Ve lV, Ab4, 'ryealsness, Spinazl Defotrm- ' Consultation free. Gail or.; t , J. G. S•M'ITH,. British 4Pphr: *nap Specialists, 15 Dowel$tt, $tr&t- t rd, Ont. 3202mb2' LEGAL Phone No. 9i JOHN J. HUGGARD ,Barrieter, Solicitor, Notary Public, Etc. Beattie Block - - Seai:orth, Ont. R. S. HAYS Barrister, Solicitor, Conveyaneer and Notary Public. Solicitor for the Dominion Bank. ,Office in rear of the Dominion Bank, Seaforth. Money to ban. BEST & BEST Barristers, Solicitors, Conveyan- cer* and Notaries Public, Etc. Office in the Edge Building, opposite The Expositor Office. , VETERINARY JOHN GRIEVE, V.S. Honor graduate of Ontario Veterin- aa,yr�r College. All disease of domestic animals treated. Calls promptly at- tended to and charges moderate. Vet- ierinaary Dentistry a specialty. Office and residence on Goderich Street, one east of Dr. Mackay's office, Sea - A. R. CAMPBELL, V.S. Graduate of Ontario Veterinary College, University of Toronto. All Wises of domestic animals treated 11the most modern principles. #urges reasonable. Day or night collas promptly attended to. Office on Maim Street, ,H!ensall, opposite Town Nall. Phone 116. MEDICAL DR. E. J. R. FORSTER Eye, Ear, Nose and Throat Graduate in Medicine, University of Woranto. Late assistant New York Ophthal- ammd and Aural Institute, Moorefield's Mye and Golden Square Throat Hos- idtaulas, Loddon, Eng. At Commercial Betel, Seaforth, third Monday in .each month, from 11 a.m. to 3 p.m. 33 Waterloo Street, South, Stratford. DR. W. C. SPROAT Graduate of Faculty of Medicine, University of Western Ontario, Lon- don. Member of College of Physic- ians and Surgeons of Ontario. Office Aberhart's Drug Store, Main St., 18eaforth. Phone 90. • DR. R. P. I. DOUGALL Honor graduate of Faculty of Medicine and Master of Science, Uni- ty of Western Ontario, London. Member of College of Physicians and Burgeons of Ontario. 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AUCTIONEERS 1 h{. t>� By Max Brand (Continued from last weer) CHAPTER III CONCERNING FIGHTERS The race -track had come into ex- istence by grace of accident for it happened that a lane ran a ragged course about a big field taking the corners without pretense of making true curves, with almost an elbow - turn into the straightaway; but since the babel distance around was over a mile it was called the "track." The sprints were run on the straightaway which, was more than the necessary quarter of a mile but occasionally there was a'longer race and then the field had to 'take that dangerous cir- cuit, sloppy and slippery with dust. The land enclosed was used for the bucking contest, for the two crowning events 'of'the Glosterville fiesta, the race and the horse -breaking, had been saved for this last day. Marianne Jordan gladly would have missed the latter event. "Because it sickens • me to see a man fight with a horse," she often explained. But she forced her- self to go. She was in the Rocky Mountains, now, not on the Blue Grass. Here riding bucking horses was the order of the day. It might be rough, but this was a rough country. It was a day of undue humidity` and the EagleMountains were pyra- mids of blue smoke. Closer at hand the roofs of Glostervil', shone in the fierce sun and between the village and the mountains the open fields shim- mered with rising heat waves. A hardy landscape. meant only for a hardy people. "One can't adopt a country," thought Marianne, "it's the country that does the adopting. If I'm not pleased by what pleases other people in the West, I'd better leave the ranch to Lew Hervey and go back East." This was extraordinarily straight - from -the -shoulder thinking but all the way out to the scene of the festivi- ties she pondered quietly. The episode of the mares was growing in import- ance. So far she had been able to do nothing of importance on the rapeh; if this scheme fell through also it would be the proverbial last straw. In spite of her intentions, she had delayed so long that the riding was very nearly ended before she arrived. Buckboards and automobiles lined the edges of the field in ragged lines, but these did not supply enough seats and many were standing. They weaved with a continual life; now and again the rider of one of the pitching hors- es bobbed above the crowd, and the rattle of voices sharpened, with pierc- ing single calls. Always the dust of battle rose in shining wisps against the sun and Marianne approached with a sinking heart, for as she cross- ed the track and climbed through the fence she heard the snort and squeal of an angry, fear -tormented horse. The crying of a child could not have affected her so deeply. The circle was too thick to be pene- trated, it seeried, but as she drew closer an opening appeared and she easily sifted through to the front line of the circle. 'It was net the first time she had found that the way of women is made easy in the West. Just as he reached her place a horse scud- ded away from the far end of the field with a rider yelling; the sway- ing head and shoulders back. He seem- ed to be shrinking from such speed, but as a matter of fact he was pois- ed and balanced nicely for any chance whirl. When it had gained full speed the broncho pitched high in the air, snapped its head and heels close to- gether, and came down stiff -legged. Marianne sympathetically felt that impact jar home in her brain but the rider kept his seat. Worse was com- ing. 'For sixty seconds the horse was in an ecstasy of furious and educat- ed bucking, flinging itself into odd positions and hitting the earth. Each whip -snap of that stinging strug- gling body jarred the rider shrewdly. Yet he clung in his place until the fight ened with startling suddenness. The grey dropped out of the air in a last effort and then stood head - down, quivering, beaten. The victor jogged placidly back to the high -fenced corrals, -with shouts of applause going up about him. "Hey, lady," called a voice behind and above Marianne. "Might be you would like to sit up here with us?" It was a high -bodied buckboard with two impr'ovi'sed seats behind the driver's place and Marianne thanked him with a smile.. A fourteen -year- old stripling sprang down to help her but she managed the step-up without his hand. She was taken at once, and almost literally, into the bosom of the family, three boys, a .withered father, a work -faded mother, all with curious, kindly eyes. They felt she was not their order, perhaps. The sun had darkened her skin but would nev- er spoil it; into their sweating noon- day she carried a morning -freshness, so they propped her in the angle of the. driver's seat beside the mother and made her at home. Their name was Corson; their family had been in the West "pretty nigh onto al- ways"; they had a place down the Taliaferro River; and they had heard about the Jordan ranch. All of this was huddled into the first two min- utes. They brushed through the nec- essaries and got at the excitement of the moment. THOMAS BROWN Licensed auctioneer for the counties of Huron and Perth. Correspondence arrangements for sale dates can be made by calling The .Exposit Ir Office eseaforth. Charges moderate, a n d .satisfaction guaranteed. Phone 302. . OSCAR KLOPP Honor Graduate Carey Jones' Na- tional School for 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 lasfaction assured.riteor , Oscar Iiloopp, Zurich, Phone:2866- 18-93. R. T. LUKER Incensed auctioneer for the County of Huron. Sales attended o in al1 parts of the county. Seven years' ex- perience in Manitoba and S akatche wan. Terms renewable. Phone ITo. 118 r 11 Exeter, Centralia P.O., R' NN. 1. o,R Orders left at The Huron Ex- positor Office, Seaforth, promptly at- u4%Y`1 t71 M1,� a 4i emensessie here and there in the crowd. Corson stood up and peered about hint. "VViho is Perris?" asked Marianne. "A gent that come out of the north, up Montana way, I hear. He's been betting on himself to win this (buck- ing contest, covering everybody's money. A crazy man, he sure is!" The voice drifted dimly to Mari- anne for she was falling into a pleas- ant haze, comfortably aware of eyes of, admiration lifted to her more and more frequently from the crowd. She envied , the blue coolness of the moun- tains, or breathed gingerly because the sting of alkali -dust was in the air, or noted with impersonal attention the flash oe 'sun on a horse struggling in the far off corrals. The growing excitement of the crowd, as though a crisis were approaching, merely lul- led her more. 'So the voice of Corson was half heard; the words were un - connotative sounds'. "Let the winner pick the worst outlaw in the lot. Then Perris will ride that hoss first. If he gets throwed he loses. If he sticks, then the other gent has just got to sit the same hoss-one that's already had the edge took off his bucking. Well, ain't that a fool bet?" "It sounds fair enough," said Mari- anne. "Perris, I suppose, hasn't rid- den yet. And Arizona Charley is tir- ed from his work." "Arizona tired? He ain't warmed up. Besides, he's got a hoss here that Perris will break his heart trying to ride. You know what hoss they got here to -day? They got Rickety! Yep, they sure enough got old Rickety!" He pointed. "There he comes' out!" Marianne looked lazily in the indi- cated direction and then sat up, wide awake. She had never seen such cun- ning savagery as was in the head of this horse, its ears going back and forth as it tested the strength of the restraining ropes. Now and then it crouched and shuddered under the de- tested burden of the saddle. It was a stout -legged piebald with the tell-tale Roman nose obviously designed for hard and enduring battle. He was a fighting horse as plainly as a terrier its., a fighting dog. Arizona Charley, a tall man off a horse and walking with a limp, moved slowly about the captive, grinning at his companions. Lt was plain that he did not expect the stranger to sur- vive the test. A brief, deep -throated shout from the crowd. "There's Perris!" cried Corson. "There's (Red Perris, I guess!" 'Marianne gasped. I't was the devil-may-care cavalier whohad laughed and fought and whistled under the window of her room. He stepped from the thick of the circle near Rickety and respond- ed to the voice of the crowd by wav- eng his hat. It would have been a trifle too grandiloquent had he not been laughing. "He's going through with it," said Corson, shivering and chuckling at the same time. "He's going to try Rickety. They look like one and the same kind to me -two reckless devils, that hoss and Red Jim Perris!" "Is there real danger?" asked Mari- anne. Corson regarded her with pity. "Rickety can be rode, they say," he answered, "but I disremember any- body that's done it. Look! He's a man+ -killer that hoss!" Perris had stepped a little too close and the piebald thrust out at him with reaching teeth and striking forefoot. The man leaped back, still laughing. "Cool, all right" said Corson judic- ially. "And maybe 'he ain't just a blow -hard, after all. There they go!" Lt happened very quickly. Perris had shaken hands with Arizona, then turned and leaped into the saddle. The ropes were loosed. Rickety crouched a moment to feel out the reality of his freedom, then burst a- way with head close to the ground and ragged mane fluttering. There was no leaning back in this rider. He sat arrowy-straight save that his left shoulder worked back in con- vulsive jerks as he strove to get the head of Rickety up. But the pie- bald had the bit. • Once his. chin was tucked back against his breast his bucking chances were gone and he kept his nose as low as possible, like the trained fighter that he was. There were no yells now. They received Rickety as the appreciative receive a great artist -in silence. The straight line of his flight broke into a crazy tangle of criss-cross pitching. Out of this maze he ap- peared again in a flash of straight galloping, used the impetus for a doz- en jarring bucks, then reared and top- pled backward to crush the cowpunch- er against the earth. Marianne covered her eyes, but an invisible power dragged her hand down and made her watch. She was in time to see Perris whisk out of the saddle before Rickety struck the dirt. His hat had been snapped from his head. 'The sun and the wiri,i were in his flaming hair. Blue eyes and white teeth flashed as he laughed a• g e "I like 'em mean," he said, "and I keep 'em mean. A tame horse is like a tame man, and I don't give a damn. for a fellow who won't fight!" Once that had irritated her but now remembering, it rang in her ear to a different tune. As Rickety spun to his feet, Perris vaulted to the saddle and found both stirrups in mid -leap, f'I guess they ain't any doubt," said so to, 'speak. The gelding instantly Corson. "Arizona Charley wins. He tested the firmness of his rider's seat won two years back, too. Minds me by vaulting high and landing on one of Pete Langley, the way he rests in stiffened foreleg. The resultant a saddle. Now where's this Perris shock broke" two way, like a curved gent? • D'you see him? My, ain't ball, snapping down and jerking to they shouting for Arizona! Well, he one side. But he survived the blow, is pretty bad busted up, but I guess giving gracefully to it. he's still good enough to hold this It was fine riding, very fine; and Perris they talk about. Where's Per. the crowd hummed with appreciation. ris ?" "A handsome reseal, eh?". said Mr. They same name was being shouted Corson. Att But she caught at 'his arm. "Oh!" gasped Marianne. "Oh! Ohl" Three flurries of wild' pitching drew forth those horrified whispers. But still the flaming red head of the rider was as erect:, as jaunty' as ever. Then the quirt flashed above him and cut Rickety's flank; the crowd winced and gasped. Hie was not only riding straight up but he was putting the quirt to Rickety to Rickety! The piebald seemed to feel the sting of the insult more than the lash. He bolted across the field to gain im- petus for some new and more terrible feat but as he ran a yell from Perris thrilled across the crowd. "They do that, some' ,men. Get plumb drunk with a fleets!" But Marianne did not hear Corson's remark. She watched Rickety slack- en his run as that longdrawn yell be- gan, so wild and high that it put a tingle in her nose. Now he was trotting, now he was walking, now he stood perfectly still, become of a sudden, an abject, cowering figure. The shout of the spectators was al- most a groan, for Rickety had been beaten fairly and squarely at last and it was like the passing of some old master of the prize ring, the scarred veteran of a hundred battles. "What happened?" breathed Mari- anne. "Rickety's lost his spirit," said Corson. "That's all. I've seen it come to the bravest men in the world. A two-year-old boy could ride Rick- ety now. Even{ the whip doesn't get a single buck out of the poor rascal." The quirt slashed the flank of the piebald but it drew forth only a meek trot. The terrible Rickety went back to the corrals like a lamb! "Arizona's got a good man to beat, admitted Corson, "but he's got a chance yet. They won't get any more out of Rickety. Hes not only been rode -he's been broke. I could ride him myself." "Mr. Corson," said' Marianne, full of an idea of her own, "I'll wager that Rickety is not broken in the least -except for Red Perris." "Meaning Perris just sort of put a charm on him?" suggested Corson, smiling. "Exactly that. You see?" In fact, the moment Perris slipped from the saddle, Rickety rockeu for- ward on his forlegs and drove both heels at one of the reckless who came too near. A second later he was fighting with the activity and venom of a cat to get away from the ropes. The crowd chattered its surprise. Plainly the fierce' old 'outlaw had not fought this last. "What did Perris do to the horse?" murmured Marianne. - "I don't know," said Corson. "But you seem to have guessed something. See the way he stands there with his chin on his fist and studies Rickety! Maybe Perris is one of these her gen- iuses and us ordinary folks' can only understand a genius by using a book on him." She nodded, very serious. "There is a use for fighting men, isn't there?" she brooded. "Use for 'ens?" laughed Corson. "Why, lady, how come we to be sit- ting here? Because gents have fought to put us here! How come this is part of God's country? Because a lot of folks buckled on guns to make it that! Use for a fighter? Well, Miss Jordan, I've done a little fight- ing of one kind and another in my day and I don't blush to think about it. Look at my kid there. What do you think I'm proudest of: because he was head of his class at school last winter or because he could lick every other boy his own size? First time he come home with a black eye I gave him a dollar to go back and try to give the other fellow two black eyes. And he done it! All good fighters ain't good men; I sure know that. But they never was a man that was good to begin with and was turn- ed bad by fighting. They's a pile of bad men around these parts that fight like lions; but that part of 'em is good. Yes sirree, theys plenty of use for a fighting man! Don't you never doubt that!" 'She smiled at this vehemence, but it reinforced a growing respect for Perris. Then, rather absurdly, it irritated her to find that she was taking him so seriously. She remembered the rid:cuious song: "Oh, father, father William, I've seen your daughter dear. Will you trade her for the brindled cow and the yellow steer?" Marianne frowned, The shout of the crowd called her away from herself. Far from brok- en by the last stride, the outlaw horse now .seemed all the stronger for the exercise. Discarding fanciful tricks, WHEN IN TORONTO Make Your Horne HOTEL WAVERLEY SPADINA AVE. and COLLEGE ST. E. R. Powell, Prop. CONVENIENT -ECONOMICAL Si, Blocks to America's Finest Store - T. Eaton Co. (New Store) College and Bay Sts. BUSINESS MEN LIKE THE QUIETNESS LADIES I:Kr 7::E_ REFINED ATMOSPHERE Club Breakfasts 40c up Lunelseou 50c Dinner MOO RATES $9.50 UP Write for Folder TAKE DELUXE TAXi PROM DEPOT.. -FARE 25o 9 "61 Itl4:9X,• t t, 'a t eae.;` st ~ P ) th b V.. q bailifi ' skaes,t and at: ryas ea?!i fad kl ` supped saoewaya with t e xi�ire luxell of `the horse. Mot d7T,4arsr wonld have Broken his 117 at the, er second of these ju; Ibaa't Rc. k - sty was untiring. He' to "the earth; .he (vaulted up ;Welt as. from speings-ever wed over the sure thing. It would eventually* have become tiresome to watch had not both betas and rider soon showed effects of the work. Every leap of Rickety's was shorter. Sweat shone on his thicjc body., He was killing Arizona but lie was also breaking his own heart. Art - zone weakened fast under that'con- tinual battering at •.the ,base 'of his brain. His eyes rolled.. He no long- er pretended to ride straight up, but clung to pommel and cantle. •A trickle of 'blood ran from his mouth. Mari- anne turned away only to find that mild old Corson was crying: "Wath his head! When it begins to roll then you know that he's stunned and the next jump or so will knock him out of the saddle as limp as a half felled sack." too horrible!" breathed the girl. "I can't watch!" "Why not? You liked it when a man beat a hors. Now the tables are turned and the hoss is beating the man. Ah, I though so. There goes his head! !Rolls as if his neck was broken. Now! Now!" Arizona Charley toppled loose-limb- ed from the saddle and lay twisted where he fell, but it had taken the last of Rickety's power. His legs were now braced, his head en -triumph- antly low, and the sweat dripped steadily from him. He had not en- ough energy to flee from those who approached to lift Arizona from the ground. Corson was pounding his knee with a fat fist. "Ever see a fight like that in your life? Nope, you never did! Me neither! But Lord, Lord, won't Red Jim Perris take a mule -load of coin out of Glosterville! They been giv- ing five to one agin him. I was touch- ed a bit myself." For the moment. Marianne was more keenly interested in the welfare of Arizona Charley. Perris, with others following, reached him first and strong hands carried the unconscious champion towards. that corner of the field where the Corson buckboard stood; for there were.. he water -buck- ets. They were close to the goal when Arizona recovered sufficiently to kick himself loose feebly from his supporters. "What the hell's all this?" Mari - Ise 1404ded fox' ad they muscles watt tO4tll440 10,41 erg eaO. 'II0e. a. TA acetiAtgoOt jockRti palls, thine , fuB o zzcX rd n curn'lbrous 1741,1118'. Piliz44 th0 ponies seers .small. but the°v wa 4� stn ly formed, the pick oi',the' orange TIie days Of mongrel breeds axe long s aucer over in the Wiest. S'mraller heads, longer nee,. , more sloping' shoulders;; .told of good ;blood• crossed on 016' range stock. (Still, the baso-atoclk showed clearly when the 'Coles mares. came onto the track with mincing steps, turning their proud heads from side to side and every one coining hard on the bit. Coles had taken no chani:es, land though he bad )been; forced by the rules of the race to put up the regulation range saddles he had found the lightest riders pos- sible. Their small figures brought out the legginess of the mares; be- side the compact range horses their gait was sprawling, but the wise eye of ,Marianne saw the springing fet- locks kiss the dust and the long, tell- tale muscles. She cried out softly in admiration and pleasure. "You see the Coles mares?" she said. "There go the winners, Mr. Corson. The ponies won't be in it after two furlongs." Corson regarded' her with a touch of irritation: "Now, don't you be too sure, lady," he growled. 04Lots of legs, I grant you. Too much for me. Are they pure 'bred?" "No;" she answered, "there's en- ough cold blood to bring the price down.. But 'Coles is a wise business man. After they've won this race in a bunch they'll look, every one, like daughters of Salvator. See that! Oh the beauties!" One of the range horses was loosed for a fifty yard sprint and as he shot by, the mares swayed out in pursuit. There was a marked difference be- tween the gaits. The range horse pounded heavily, his head bobbing; the mares stepped out with long, rocking gallop. They seemed to be going with half the effort and less than half the speed, and yet, strange - y, they very nearly kept up with the sprinter until their riders took them back to the eager, prancing walk. Marianne's eyes sparkled but the lit- tle exhibition told a different story to old Corson. He snorted with plea- anne heard him say in a voice which sure. ' he tried to make an angered road but "Maybe you seen that, Miss Jor- which was only a shrill quaver from dan? You seen Jud Hopkin's roan go his weakness. "Maybe I'm a lady? by them fancy Coles mares? Well, Maybe I've fainted or something? Not by a clamped sight; maybe I been licked by that boiled-eown bit of hell, Rickety, but I ain't licked so bad I can't ,walk home. Hey, Perris, shake on it! You trimmed me, all right, and you collect off'n me and a pile more besides me. Here's my boodle." At the mention of the betting a little circle cleared around Perris and from every side hands full of green- backs were thrust forward. The lat- ter pushed back his sombrero and scratched his head, apparently deep in thought. "It's 'a speech, boys," cried Ari- zona Charley, supporting himself on the shoulder of a friend. ! "Give Red air; give him room; he's going to make a speech! .And then we'll pay him for what he's got to say." There was much laughter, much slapping of backs. "That's Arizona," remarked Cor- son. "Ain't he a game loser?" "He's a fine fellow," said the girl, with emotion. "My heart goes out' to him!" "Does it, now?" wondered Corson. "Well, I'd of figured more on Perris being the man for the ladies to look well, it done my heart good! This gent Coles comes out of the East to teach us poor ignorant ranchers what right hoss flesh should be. He's go- ing to auction off them half dozen mares after the race. Well, sir, I wouldn't give fifty dolars a head for em. Nor neither will nobody else when they see them mares fade away 'n the home stretch; nope, neither will nobody else." In this reference to over -wise East- erners there was a direct thrust at the girl, but she accepted it with a smile. "Don't you think they'll last for the mile and a quarter, Mr. Corson?" "Think? I don't think. I know ! picture hosses like them -well, they'd ought to be left in books. They run a little. Inside a half mile they bust down. Look how long they are!" "But their backs are short," put in Marianne hastily. "Backs short?" scoffed Corson. 'Why, lady look for yourself!" She choked back her answer. If the self-satisfied old fellow could not see how far back the withers reached at. He's sure set up pretty! Now he makes his little talk." "Ladies and gents," said Red Per- ris, turning the color of his sobriquet. "I ain't any electioneer when it comes to speech making." "That's all right, boy," shouted en- couraging partisans. "You'll get my vote if you don't say a word." "But I'll make it short," said Per- ris. "It's about these bets. They're all off. It just come to my mind that two winters back me and this same Rickety 14,ad a run in up Montana -way and he come out second-best. Well, he most of remember me the way I just now remembered hint. That's why he plumb quit when I let out a whoop. If he'd turned loose all his trick's like he done with Arizona, why most like Charley would never of had to take his turn. I'd be where he is now and he'd be doing the laughing. Anyway, boys, the bets are off. I don't take money on a sure thing." It brought a shout of protest which was immediately drowned in a hearty yell of applause. "Now, don't that warm your heart, for you ?" said Corson as the noise fell away a little. "I tell you what -" he broke off with a chuckle, see- in4r that she had taken a pencil and a piece of paper '4am her purse and was scribbling hastily: "Taking notes on the Wild West, Miss Jordan?" "Mental notes," she said quietly, but smiling at hin•i as she folded the slip. She turned to the stripling, who all this time had hardly taken his eyes from her even to watch the bucking and to hear the speech of Perris. "Will you take this to Jim Perris for me?" A gulp, a grin, a nod, he was down from the wagon in a flash and using his leanness to wriggle snakelike through the crowd. "Well!" chuckled Corson, not un- kindly, "I thought it would be more Perris than Arizona in the wind-up!" She reddened, but not because of his words. She was thinking of the impulsive note in which she asked Red Perris to call at the hotel after the race and ask for Marianne Jordan. Remembering his song from the street she wondered if he, also, would have the grace to blush when they met. CHAPTER IV THE STRENGTH OF THE WEAiK By simply turning about the crowd lit( ?cii�t Y11 't x'u '8'hr4ry,• RfiAfii, s • Gods ch li Itelznesvl++ge 51 Clinton Seaforth' , if 7; St: Coiuinlban 7. 7 Dublin .... 7.2 West. Dublin St. St. Colillbban �...... 1,1..29 Seaforth 1211.:0615 11'48 9 5 Holmes'ville 12..051;15 1 + 8 ClintoGoderich 12.20 10.33.` C. P. R. TIME TABLE East. Goderich Menset WGaw Auburn Blyth Walton McNaught Toronto West. 6.50 5.56 8.04 6.11 .6.40 6.51 10.21 a.m. Toronto 7.40 McNaught 11.48 Walton 12.01 Blyth 12.13 Auburn ..... 12.2) McGaw 12.84 Meneset 12.41 Goderich 12.0 and how far forward the quarters, so that the true back was very short, it was the part of wisdom to let experi- ence teach him. Yet she could not refrain from saying: "You'll see how they last in the race, Mr. Corson." "We'll both see," he answered. "There goes• a gent that's going to lose money to -day!" A big red-faced man with his hat on the back of his head and sweat coursing down his cheeks, was push- ing through the crowd calling with a great voice: "Here's Lady Mary money. or odds on Lady Mary!" "That's Colonel Dickinson," said Corson. "He comes around every year to play the races here and most gen- erally he picks winners. But to -clay he's gone wrong. His eye has been took by the legs of them Coles hoss- es and he's gone crazy betting on 'em. Well, he gets plenty of takers!" Indeed, Colonel Dickinson was stop- ped right and left to record wagers. "I got down a little bet myself, this morning, agin his Lady Mary." Cor- son chuckled at the thought of such easy money. Evens (Continued next week.) "What shall we talk about?" "About you." "Oh, no -don't let's get highbrow." "White Iron, Higher than our Masts" . Naught but ice, Master Hudson. Our world is full of ice. Grinding, crushing us. Islands of ice. Miles of ice. Mountains of ice . . . White iron, higher than our masts!" Grinding ice, wind, water and the booming of the ship, all these sounds so cunningly woven into the broadcast play, "Henry Hudson, Discoverer", came from the sound effects studio and were tuned into place by the control panel. Finger's rubbed across a toy balloon, a tin whistle, a piece of wood tbuddhig and reverberating, tearing paper, a handful of shot washed back and forth across is drum -head, went into the microphone and came out to the widespread audience with Impressive significance. "Henry Hudson, Discoverer", was the first of the plays written for the microphone by Merrill Denison and produced by Tyrone Guthrie, which ate being broadcast every Thursday evening by the Canadian b atfoi itl Railways'' transcontinental network. ij 14, Ise �+lyr� f�'�ai 3r�+t"�rf� cyte'.