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The Huron Expositor, 1935-08-23, Page 74 .• ,t • ' I P'iroue, Ne. 91 • JOHN J. HVaGARD Barrister, •Solicitor, Notary Public Etc. Beattie Block Seaforth, Ont. HAYS & MEM' ° Succeeding R. S. Hays • Barristers, Solicitors, Conveyancers and Notaries Public. Solicitors for the Dominion Bank. Office in rear of the Dominion Bank, Seaforth. Money to loan. JOHN H. BEST - Barrister; Solicitor, Etc. Seaforth Ontario 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 Stfeet, one door east of Dr. Jarrott's office, Sea - forth. A.•R. CAMPBELL, V.S. Graduate .of Ontario Veterinary College, University of Toronto. All diseases of domestic animals treated toy the most modern principles. Charges reasonable. Day or night calls promptly attended to. Office on Main Street, Hiensall, apposite T wn Hall. Phone 116, eBreeder of Scottish Terriers. Inverness 'Kennels, Hez salt, . MEDICAL DR. D. E. STURGIS (Graduate of the Faculty of Medi- cine, University of Western Ontario, and St. Joseph's Hospital, London. • Member of College of Physicians and Surgeons of Ontario. Phone 67. Of- fice at Dublin, Ont: 3493 DR. GILBERT C. JA;RROTT Graduate of Faculty of Medicine, University of Western Ontario. •Mem, her of College of Physicians and Surgeons of Ontario. Office,. -43 erode- rich Street, West. - Phone 37. Successor to Dr. Charles Mackay. DR. W. C. SPROAT Graduate of Faculty -of Medicine, University of, Western Ontario, Lon- don. Member of College of Physi- cians and Surgeons of Ontario. Office in Alberhart's Drug Store, Main St., Seaforth, Phone 90. DR. F. J. BURROWS Office and residence Goderich Street, east, of the United Church, Seaforth. Phone 46. Coroner for the County of Huron. DR. HUGH H: ROSS Graduate of University of Toronto Faculty of Medicine, member of Col- lege of Physicians and Surgeons of Ontario; pass graduate course in Chicago Clinical Schoolseof Chicago ; Royal O'pthalmie Hospital; London, England; University Hospital, Lon- don, England. Office -Back ' of Do- minion Bank, Seaforth. Phone No. 5. dight calls answered from residence, Victoria Street, Seaforth. -DR. E. A. McMASTER Graduate of the University df To- ronto, Faculty of Medicine Member of College of Physicians and Surgeons of Ontario; graduate of New York Post Graduate Schdol and Lying-in hospital, New York. Of- fice on High Street, Seaforth. Phone 27:•: Office fully equipped far ultra short Wave electric treatment, Ultra Violet Sun Lamp treatments, and .Infra Red electric treatments. Nurse in attend- ance. , • DR. G. R. COLLYER Graduate Faculty of Medicine, Uni- versity of Western Ontario. Member College of Physicians and Surgeon; of Ontario. Post graduate work at New York City Hospital and Victoria Hospital, London. Phone: Hensall 456, Office: King Street, ,Hensel'. DENTAL DR. -J. A. McTAGGART Graduate Royal 'College of Dental Sutgeons, Toronto. Office at Hensall, Ont. Phone 106. AUCTIONEERS HAROLD DALE ., Licensed Lice a Auctioneer Specialist in farm and household sales, Prices reasonable, For dates and information, write or phone Har- old Dale, phone 149, Seaforth, or ap- ply at The Expositor Office. ARTHUR WEBER ' Auctioneer's License Sixteen years' experience. Satisfaction guaranteed, Telephone: 13-57, Hensall. Write ARTHUR WEBER, R. R. ,1, Dashwood. INRURANCE THE JOHN RANKIN AGENCY Insurance of all kinds. Ittaohds, Real Estate. lidoney to Loan. . Phone 91. ,SEA1OiRTH ONTA,!RIO FRANCIS EVERTON (Continued from last week) "Where :on earth did you find this?" I asked. her. "In the box room up among the attics. I went up just now..to look for a cardboard box to send some things away in. Annie told me there' were a lot stored away up there and the first one 1 came to had a lot of rubbish and odd bits of paper in it and when I emptiedthem out, this' -she ppinted to the memo. slip' "fell face upwards on the floor. Thei T found the sheet of newspaper when I searched•among the rest." `"I can't make it out, can you?'Who eould have put it there?" "It looks 'fishy to me," she said. "Kenneth's bit of fish," she added pensively after a pause. "You mean' you think theft Dr. Wallace is -responsible for this." "Well, it does -point that way to say the least of least of it. I''m sure that's his. writing 'on the slip. And listen. .I went t•o Annie with the bee to ask her if she thought I might take it, and this is what she told nee, `Oh, yes, miss, it was by the waste- paper basket in the d'ispensasy this morning where the doctor always puts anything that he wants us to throw away, but it -seemed such •a 'Ai cc box that I taok it upstairs in- stead.' Now what do you make of that? I entre that he must have been trying what it would look like, when he was interrupted or some- thing; and that he might have thrown them into the basket or on to the floor .Iby rn!istarke'. The 'basket may ' have been full, peahens, and then when Annie went to clean out "She would naturally sweep them tip into the box. Yes, and he would think that they had been burnt, and wouldn't like to make any inquiries' when he missed them later on!" "Yes, I sr,ppo•se that is a possibil- ity," I replied meditatively, "but , it doesn't sound very characteristic of the doctor, does it?" - • "Neo, it doesn't, but I can't think of anything more likely," Ws sat on the. bench in thought for a little time, and then I gave lier the inflorrnatien Janet had asked me t'o in her little note. I dould have had no better opportunity. "How very strange!" w•as Mar- garet's, comment. She eat frowning in thought; and then she turned to .me, her eyebrows arched. "And so you seslpect the 'doctor after all, do you? Or else why do you think that iMrs, Kenley, of all unlikely people, might have (been searching his room? Comte now, isn't it more natural to §oppose that she left the . duster in the room? I think you're almiost as bad as I Am, 'Mar. Jeffcock." "Well, cede can't help wondering," I excused myself lamely enough ; "(but what are you going to do with these?" "Give them to the police, I suppose. It's n'o use showing them to the Ken- neth -Ralph, combination, and it would he unkind to say anything to Ethel. I think I shall just keep them to my- self until Mr. AI•lport 'comes." "I think we ought to ring op the inspector at +once, or show them to Mrs. Kenleys" I ve•ntgred, "she et any rate is impartial and +ha+s no bias," "You think her tremendously clev- er, don't you? Perhaps I will." We gat up to return to the house, my brain a -+whirl with fresh conjec- ture, but as We re drew level with the end of the garage and were approach- ing the little rose garden, I could have sworn that I heard movements in the hedge. - "Did you !hear that?" I asked, hold- ing Margaret back. "No, 'what?" . C,L "I'm certain I heard some one mov- ing in the rose garden." We went forward through the archway pi'er'c- ing the hedge as I spoke. At first we could see nothing and we were just coming away when Margaret grabbed me by the shoulder and pdinted to the end of the hedlge. Right at the end of it - hefe' it met the garden wall some one was s'tand- ine--pressed well back between the hedge and the wall itself -apparent- ly trying to hide. We went to see 'wh'o it weld be. It was Miss Summerson: "What is the matter? Whatever are you doing?" Margaret asked her. She came a little forward out of the hedge and stood before us, her face scarlet, her 'breast heaving like a woman in a crisis in a picture play, 'ohvit,usly on the edge of tear -s, a pit- iable object. There we stood, the three , of us, Margaret and I exchang- ing glances of surprise, Miss Sum- merson looming first at one of us and then at the 'ether and then at the ground, a study in furtive indecision. At length she stammered, "I was :dying to reach a vase in the hedge." I stepped forward to get it for her pressing into the hedge where it grew thickly against; the wall and v.here we had seen her standing, but no rose at all could' I see. "W'here.abouts was the one you were after?" I asked', looking back oven my shoulder to *here she and ;Margaret stood. "Oh, I'm--Vim•-n'o-n•ot sure that there we's one really," she stammer- ed, looking at me beseechingly out of her timid tear-filled eyes. "I must really go how." And•before we could say an'ot'her word. she ran friday through the arch, leaving ,us alone With our astonishment. "Well, and what are we expected to make of that?" I queried. "You know, I• wonder whether she really did lase the poision cupboard key!" was Margaret's rather irrele- vant reply. • "But what is -err -I don't see the connection." "Oh, n'pne, n'o •connection exa2tly, but herr behaviour 'av'as queer, 'wasn't it? And I've always thb'ught she looked 'a little underhand. You sea, if she did poison Stella, then it would !be quite a. good plan bo lose the key a little before the event, say on the afternebar before and • in time fol. some one else to have possibly found it." "Oh, I say, how eould' she though :rhe wasn't even in the house"" • "She could -she 'could have gpt in through the bedroom window while we were at sipper. She may easily have knowp of the medicine there ready for"Stella and handy for the pois+on. Ln spite of what he said, the doctor. may have • made it up before she left; or he may halve told her a- bout it; or he may ,have written tem- sedf a remainder on his pad or -oh, I can think of !several ways in which she might have .:got bl knew about the draught." • "But why should she 'hate done it." "Oh, you men, how blind you are. Do you serio•uslly zn'ean to tell me that you haven't noticed that she worships tile ground he treads on? Why, she can'tkeep her eyes, away from +him+ when they are in the room togetherc.'„' "But even slo, that's surely no rea- son why she should, murder one of Ethel's guests?" '"Block+hea.d," she l'augh'ed, "she was jealous. And• .tm pot so sure tlhat she hadn't golod reason to be boo, or whty .did Mr. Advert ask Ethel' atbout it in the way he'did?" • • "But my dear Miss Hunter, the girl .is 'only just engaged' to another man, you heard her tell us so your- self." "And ray dear Mr. Jeffcock," she mocked, "it's quite, quite possible. to be, engaged to one man and in love with, another all the time, even quite nice girls may And themselves in that position. .If you doubt it I can give you a case near at hand, can't I naw?" I had to ardmit to myself that she could, but 'aur conversation was in- terrupted by the cathedrall-eltock which boomed out the hour of .four. Mar- garet seemed absurdly -I was going to say put out, but I think alaatined is more the word, -that it should be so late. !Why, that's four o'clock," she whis'pered!. "Mr. Alllpert expected to be here bY'th'en, didn't he? I must go, I must really go. 1 had no idea it was so late." We hurried off down the garden, to- gether. A. subtle change seemed to have come over Margaret -in the rose garden and 'behind the- garage, friendly aed anxious to. exchange her ideas and'.00nfidences with mine -now ,suddenly reticent and disturbed. I coulld hear her whispering to herself as we hurried, along the path, "How late it is, how late it is, I had no idea it was so' lats!" It somehow lbrought a picture of the White Rab- bit hurrying off to the d'uchess's tea party !before my mind. "I say, they're. going to have tea in the garden, and it's ready now ; Mr. Alllport may be here before we finish," she said aloud in an agitated voice. "Well, and why not?" I, voiced my surprise. "Bht I wanted to see Mrs. Kenley +before he came, to show her the pa- per I found in the attic, you know, and 'now I shall have to wait until after tea and he maybe here before we finish." IThe doctor was still away on his afternoon round, but Janet, who had returned. and the others were seated under the cedar having tea. It was a hurried, agitated, unhappy little meal; Ethel 'obviouelyy nervous and or. edge; Margaret, anxious to finish• ant buttonhole my Janet, hardly ate anything at all; Janet absorbed and I fancied . a little worried; Kenneth morose, with Ralph, as usual, a sort of sympathetic shadow; myself think- ing, thinking, thinking, of Miargar•et', latest find and 'Miss Sirmmerson's .o'd l' behaviour. And all the' time as we sat under the cedar's shade with the sunsrplashed lawn before us and the rooks cawing dreamily overhead, we each had!, an ear alert and listening for the front door bell, and Allpoend and the breaking of the storm. No wonderthat we finished rather quick- ly and that Annie, for once, had ov- erestimated our requirements in the matter of bread and butter. The two boys went off to the gar- age to make Ralph's beloved and•ex- pensive car ready for the anticipated journey !back to Sheffield'• as seen as A1Ipo •t should arrive and release them from their par%oie. Ethel went indoors to aid the 'overworked Annie and I think to escape froni the rest of., us. 1 saw Margaret turn. and) whisper to Janet as soon •as Ethel had gone, they were seated next to each other, Janet next to me, Mar- garet in the chair beyond, and it just happened that I was looking at Jan- et's hand as it rested on the arm of her wicker -chair when Margaret be- gan to whesper. I was thtnkifrg hew characteristic those hands ' of hers were -rather large for a woman-, .strong and gentle at once, with fin- gers that tsepered away like a dream; hands that were •hobh manly and wo- manly at once. And then to my as- tonishment I n'dticed that the wicker of the chair arm was behdin'g beneath her grip. She rose to her feet as I glanced at het in surprise-euriprise which in- creased when I felt her tap my fact with hers as she said, "I don't sup- pose tlhat I shall be gone for more than five minutes, Mr. Jeffcock -about five minutes, Mr. 'Jeffcock." For all the world as though we had had some definite arrangement together and she were making some excuse: But she took Margaret by the erre and Walked away before I could question her about it. They went into the house together. CHAPTER XV ' A CLOSE CALL And now I come to the one part of / my, story that it gives. me rear plea- sure to write, -.and that is the full ad'hussion of my precipitate and •headlrong failing in Item with Janet, and how in a single dray my liking for her broadened out and deepened into ad'mcratYon,;She had' -arrived at Dalehouse on the Thursday morning and by midday en the Friday I know that if +I failed to hold and keep her I should have missed....the one impor- tant signpost on the highway of my life. True, I had already passed•by this lane end and +trhat, and',,carelekely for- getting to, examine, the signs, I may harve wandered down one here and there. for an aimless mile or so, until, puzzled' and disappointed, I retraced' my steps. Andother cross roads and branch roada• d ubrtless lay ahead, some of them broad and 'safe and running in my direction; But this great, road ahead. of me here to the right, how clear it ran straight to the hill , tops and the• rising sun. What a road to tread with a friend et your .side! What a clean straight .climb to make with Janet! What was it that „Margaret had said? 'That a, pretty face, a shapely figure, and love, were lrne and the same to men? A' lie! What a damn- able .lie!, 'Wlas that . really then an accepted vlaluahion? I thought of some of the".married Couples I knew. Could they ever have• been in love? Could this bright clear' light' so soon die down -to a guttering smoky flame? Or ' had they aniseed their way and turned dowru some .-by-road ;before their rpraper time? !And .that other reason for mar- riage written down so inap.propr•iate• ly in the prayer book service - an attribute of married love perhaps-• but surely nothing to do with spiri- tual love and the plighting of troth in the church !before God? What had such ,animal stuff to do with this hallowed uplifting ectasy that filled my soul when Janet's wide gray eyes met mine? A' sentimental fool do you call me for writing , thus? Then if already married, you, my friend, have mar- ried a,'fr'iend, or a mistress, or per- haps fortune has smiled on you and the mistress you have married is al- so your friend, but friend, or mis- tress, or both, you know nothing whatever orf l'ov'e. Love at first sight then? Yes, of course it was, -(but doesn't all true love came q+uick`rand sharp like that? Perhaps to friends whose friendship h'as stood stolid and - unromantic through the years, there conies this sudden ulplift, and the 'gray old tree has bloomed at lase Or perhaps the warm sun of a single day has rushed the 'growth" ;through bud to flower. However it may have been, whe- ther I had somehow skipped a stage, or whether the peculiarly harrowing - circumstances in which we had met had quickened m& percerptions - I lfnew with an exhilarating certainty that I was in love with Janet. Time stood still when I looked at Janet. The sunny garden became a drab uninteresting detiert when Janet wee away. Cut the rose from ' the tree and what an ungainly .plant is left! Raze the "great, cathedral to the ground and what a mean little town of twisted narrow streets! Yes, I w•as in love with, Janet. She was my rase and my shining ,tower. Five o'clock came floating down as I sat there dreaming. She mutat have been gone for far more than the five minutes she had mentioned, for near- ly half an hour. I would go 'and try in find her. Or was he coming to rt� now? Would she look at me, c7irul'd I hold her eyes with mine a- gain?.' My pulses quickened at the thought. But it was .only Margaret who came heyrying towards me a- cross, the laefe. "Mrs. Kenley wants you," she said, "Oh. Mr. Jeffcock, please de come at once. We've found out something- s oneething aibeel utely thrilling --it's the end!" . "Where? How do you mean?" I asked her. "I can't tell you now, hut Mrs. Kenley wants you up in the box room where I found the paper this after- noon. She told me to come and find you. She said that you were to help her and would come." So Janet had taken her into our partnership. I don't know what line - of argument I took, or why 'I arrived at such a cbnclua'ion, but I remember having an instinctive feeling that the curtain had been rung,.•wp for the final Gene. What, I wondered; would be b' e setting and who the Villain of the piece? • Ralph? Kenneth? •Ethel? Or thre Tundish? I visualized my Wile and the numbers I had set down against each. Margaret at any rate seemed to have been correctly assess- ed or Janet would never have given away the fact that she and Allport were working together. No single GREATEST VALUE IN TORONTO ATTRACTIVE ROOMS WITH BATH $2,00 $2.50 $3.00 WITH RUNNING WATER $130 S1.75' 52.00 EXCELLENT FOOD Breakfast 'horn o - - 35c Land -mon - 50c and 60c Dinner . 7 ® 60c, 85c, t1 AO WAVERLEY HOTEL TORONTO * W s lig Folder • WHEN. YOUR GIRL IS -AWAY ON VACATION . . AND THE- THOUPHT F . A POSSIBLE "SUMMER ROMANCE" . HAS YOU WORRIED . - - Head • off competition ' by frequent inexpensive station - to -station Long Distance calls. . • Night rates on "Anyone" (station -to -station) calls - NOW BEGIN AT 7 P.M. M. J., HABKIRK Manager, thought of suspicion disturbed my dull and stupid brain. 'As we made qur way back to the house, she told me that I was to join her on the upper landing in a min- ute. If I met any of the others I was to pretend that I. was going to • ny room. She was breathing quick- ly, anti looking at her• sideways, I could see how wildly excited' and hot she was. She mopped her face as we walked along, and I could feel niy. own .eecitement welling .up in syrn- patlty with hers. Tih'ere was no one about when we reached the house and I succeeded in joining her on the upper landing a minute later without having attract- ed attention to my movements. I was aglow with the thought that I wee to help and work with my Janet. Margaret was waiting for me at the ' foot of' the little stairway that leads to the disused attics. She was smil- ing and held her fingers to her- lap; enjoining silence. Yet, again I was impressed with her utter lack of feel- ing and hear unconquerable desi,e to attract. Even at such a time she was looking arch, enjoying the sittee- tion. \'oevedee• must be very quiet. You mustn't speak a word. At first you won't be • able to understand what has 4a0pened 'btrt Mrs. Kenley will explain ?t' when she comes. Remem- ber 'that it's her instructions you'ro obeying," . We went up the creaking disused stairs to the narrow attic passage under the reef, and I followed her as quietly as I could. The passage runs the length of the house, and rises sheer to the tiles at their. apex, It is lit by an odd glass utile or .two. Mot -tar droppings • covered the floor anti the hot unventilated atmosphere `was heavy with the dry musty smell of accumulated .dust. The attics themselves open out of the passage to left and right, but the doors were shut andi 'we passed thetas„all. I was following erlose behind het and she turned her head and giggled at me as we made our way along. . "Francis, you'll be simply thrilled," she whispered. She had never called me Francis before, and she lingered on the word, a'omeltont drawing it out and caressing it- as she spoke. Fr- an -cis, she said, and it made me feel uncomfortable. There is a low door at the end of the passage and she stopped in front of it, her hand on the knob" "This is the box room," she whis- pered. "It's pitch dark inside, and you'll have to let me guide you. MTs. Kenley will join us in a minute, You mustn't say a• word though, for if you de, you'll spai't` the Whole of the scheme she has made." . She was a -quiver with excitement and I could keel her trembling like a.!•leaf as the pat her hand in mine when we 'got inside the stuffy dark- ened room+, What fresh mystery was ]udking here, I Wondered. God, had I only known in time! Sire' closed and shut the door behind us. "(You'll have to stoop," she w'his- p'ered again, "floe the roof sdopee down in places, brat you midst follow me for Mrs. Kenley's, for clever Mrs. Kenley's sake." I could •feed her hot breath on my face, so close to. me she• stood. Not understanding what was a -foot, but full of a vague uneasi- ness, I followed where she led. What else, I ask, was there that I could have done? She still held me by the, hand and we moved slowly across the roomy. First we went straight forward for a little way, and then we seemed to turn, but the blackness was so dense and I so busy with "conjecture, that soon I had lost my bearings. She t+ ;d me when -to stoop. ,and finally we drew up against what felt like a wooden partition. There she tu,1•n- e,1 nye rc,unai and told me to wait. I heard her go back across the t-oonm 'again, and to my amazement she was laughing gently to herself -a low contralto throaty laugh, a laugh that so long as I live I shall never forget -a laugh that somehow 'filled me' with dismay and foreboding ar it cane. gurgling to my ,.ears a- cross, the darkened air. It was the laugh I had heard in the wafting room, on the morning of my arrival, hut then it had been held in check - now it was abandoned, Suddenly she switched on an elec- tric torch and I could see her cline outline some fifteen paces or so a- way, from. where I stood. What I had thought was a wooden partition was a chest of drawers, and I- found myself wedged in a corner between it and a pile of trunks and the slop- ing roof. A4' my eyes became accurs- tamed to the light I,could make out a hrokendown old bedstead on the floor bet.tveen us. The bottom end leas misa.irlg and it sloped from head to foot, the top end carding forward at an angle to the floor. A dirty dust sheet covered it and on an up- turned 'box at the side of it away from where I stood I saw a large glass beaker. Margaret was playing her light on it. It was three parts full of linuid. "Now, Francis, remember 'that you are not to stir and soon you'll under- stand how 'cleeer Mrs. Kenley trap- ped the wicked doctor.' She began to laugh again -.cruel and low* -and then she continued in . a . sing -song sort of drone, "You can see the beaker, Francois?" "Yes, .of course, I can." "Francis, de you know what's in it? 'Can you guess?" "No, of course I can't. Bat where is MTs. Kenley, and what's it all a- bout?" I felt a growing anger. Ev- ery time she spoke my name she fond- led it. I can't explain it, but it seem- ed almost that she knew how I long- ed to hear Janet pall m5 so, and that Oa was jeering at me for it. It an- gered me and hurt. "Vitriol, Francis! Beautiful burn- ing biting vitriol! I .wonder if you know -exactly how it blinds and cor- rode.;"' "In God's name," I cried, thorough. disturbed at .last, "what is all this. foolery about?" 'Hush! Not So loud. And remehn- tif','t ;, ber that you're not to -move any near- er. See what a nice lot of it there is. Lf I threw it all over any' one wouldn't it blind them quickly! I emptied it out of the bottle into the , glass so that I could throw it quick- ly all at once. Wasn't that thought- ful of me, Francis? And, Francis, if you call out or move a single step, I .will, • Frrandi's. Over your Janet, Francis. Just look at her, isn't she a picture? You and Your woman de- tective, you blundering fool!'!, She stooped' and jerked the dust sheet from the iron bed. '• "Don't stir," she laughed, "or I spill it right away aver her bloody face." (Continued next week.) London and Wingham South P.M. Wingham 1.55 Belgrave 2.11 Blyth , 2.23 lir•ndesboro 2.30 Clinton 3.08 Brucefield 3.27 Ki open 3.35 Hensall - 341. txeter 3.55 North ' A.M. Exeter 10,42 Hensall 10.55 Kipppn 11.01 Brucefield 11,09 Clintpn 11.54 Londesbo'ro 12.10 Blyth 12.19 Belgrave ' 12.30 Wingham 12.50 C.N.R. Goderich Clinton •Seaf Orth Dublin Mitchell Time Table East A.M. P.M. ,,,,• 6.45 2.30 7,08 3.00 7.22 8.18 7.33 - 3.31 7.42 8.43 West Dublin 11.19 9.44 Seaforth 11.34 9.57 Clinton 11.50 10.11 Goderich 1240 10.37 C.P.R. Time Table East C;tiderioh Ibtenset McGaw Auburn Blyth Wlalton McNaught Toronto West Toronto. :vieNtaught ' b ?Walton • 1 •. Blyth , Auburn MeGa I'w trEmne'b Go'de+rieh 6.50 8 614 6.11 6.25 6.40 6.52 10.25 A.M. '7.40 11.48 1201. • y`!