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LEGAL
ELMER D. BELL, B.A.
Mliuccessor to J0h31 I'. Best
+plluwWes, Sollcflor, Notary Public)
Beeler& - Ontario
McCONNELL & HAYS
Barristers, Solicitors, 'Etc).
Warrick D. McConnell - H. Glenn Hays
SEAFORTH, ON'1',
Telephone 174
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VETERINARY
A. R. CAMPBELL, V.8.
hof Ontario Veterinary Col-
lege, Univeiwity of Toronto. All die -
eases of domestic animals treated by-
Ste
ydobe most modern principles. Charges
seasonable. Day or night calls
promptly attended to. Office on Main
Street, ReneeII, opposite Town Hall.
anon 116. Breeder of Scottish Ter
Tiers, Inverness Remotels, Hensel'.
19-17
MEDICAL
SEAFORTH CLINIC
DR. E. A. MCMASTER, M.B.
Graduate of University of Toronto
J. 0. COL' UHOUN, M.D., C.M.
Graduate of Dalhousie University,
Halifax.
The Male le fully equipped with
mplete and modern X-ray and other
op -to -date diagt odtic and thereuptic
equipments..
Dr. Margaret X. Campbeli, M.D.,
Specialist to diseases in in-
tents' and children, Will be at the
Clinic last Thursday in every month
gram 3to6p.m.
Dr. 1?'. J. R. Forster, Specialist in
leases of the ear, eye, nose and
throat, will be at the 'Clinic the first
snesday in every month from3 to 5
Rive Well -Baby Clinic will be held
en the oeeond and last Thursday in
every month from 1 .to 2 p.m.
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JOHN A. GORWILL, B.A., M.D.
Physician and Surgeon
IN DR. H. 11. ROSS' OFFICE
Phone 5'.W Seaforth
W. C. SPROAT, M.D., F.A.C.S.
Surgery
J. C. GODDARD, M.D.
Physician and Surgeon
Thane 90: tffiee John St., Seaforth.
' 19-18
DR. HUGH H. ROSS
Graduate of University of Toronto,
Faculty of Medictne, member of Col-
lege ,of Physicians and Surgeons of
Ontario; pass graduate course in
Chicago Clinical School of Chicago
Royal Opehalmie Hospital, London,
England; University Hospital, Lon-
don, England.' Offtee-Back of Do-
minion Bank, Seaforth. Phone No. 5.
"slight calls •answered froin residence,
victoria Street, Seafortb.
19-n
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Eye, Ear, Woe and Throat
Graduate in Medicine, university of
"Parente
Late assistant New York Opthal-
mei and Aural Institute, Moorefield's
Eye and Golden Square Tbroa Hos-
pital, London, Eng. At COMMERCI:
HOTEL, SFAWORTH, THIRD WED-
NESDAY in each month, from 1.30
p.ni. to 4.30 p.m. 63 Waterloo Street
South, .Stratford.
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11-47
Kind Lady: 'What are you crying
for, little man? What's your name?
Where do you live?" „
Small Boy: "That's what's the
shatter. I don't know my name or
where I live. We moved yesterday;
and mother was married again to-
day."
•
"Well, Bobby," said the mother to
tier, little son who had just returned
dram the children's party, "I hope you
(behaved yourself."
^'Ob; yes," replied; the boy.
"Audi you remembered to say, 'Yes
please? and 'No thank you, she ask
all:
"1 didn't say `No thank you,' but I
'4vaiid 'Yea please; every time," replied
child.
•
"T nee you always wear a smiling
countenance."
'Yes," answered Senator Sorghum
a little wearily. "I have to. There is
no telling what moment the candid
Samara may turn up."
•
Chuzz: "Bjoaes never completed
Ibis education, did the?"
Playdoot: "No, he lived and died
la bachelor."
'•
O'Jawis'h: "Did you ever know an
.stmateur angler to tell the truth?"
O',Plnch: "When, one of them call -
pad another a liar."
SIXTH INSTALMENT
SYNOPSIS
Bary Haveril leaves his Texas
home to see the country, meets a
man wtho has just been shot who
turns out to be a cousin of his,
Jesse Conroy. Barry helps take
ease of his wound's and Jesse
gives Barry his gun, a very un-
usual one. When they part Bar-
ry cleaves • for home but finds the
family is no longer there. When
he is leaving he suddenly comely
across a dread man wto turns out
to be .ids brother Robert. Barry
starts searching Lor the murder-
er and goes into 4ibe mountains
to find gold to ustd for continuing
his search. He;ifindq a good
spot, gets gold and goes to Tylers-
ville to get money for it. There
he meets Judge Blue and his
daughter Lucy,' -who help; him to
get $450 far ibis gold. Judge
Bine also tells him that the gun,
Jesse gave him is the gun of a
a murderer known as the Laredo
Kid. The Judlge invites Barry up
to visit him and there Barry dris-
covers . the horse and. saddle
Which was stolen from itis bro-
ther Robert, when be was killed.
He finds out that it belongs to a
cowboy who will return that
might, He waits outs'id'e the
'stabile and finally, a rider comes .
up'who turns cut to be Jesse Con-
roy. He accuses Jesse •-a killiu;
his brother and of being the Lare-
do Kid. Judge Blue comes up
behind, knocks Barry, unconscious
and tells Jesse (Laredo), that
Barry knows where there is gold
and he's keeping him until he
finds out where it is. Barry es-
capes('however, and, as the is rid
ing through the mountains a shot
whizzes past his ear. The man
who fired the shot explains that
he 'thought Barry was the Laredo
Kid and that he had pledged him-
self to killing the Kid. Barry and ,
is new acquaintance, Timberline,
become friends. Barry leaves
him in his search for Laredo and
finally goes to Red Rock where,
going through a valley, he sees
three men attempting to capture
a beautiful girl. Barry rescues
her, finds where she lives and
then heads for nearby cabin in
which he formerly' lived. There
he finds Timberline occupying
the cabin.
"Yuh're - always trackjn' me down,
aint you?" said Timbe ine.
"Whose cabin is. this, anyhow?" de-
manded Barry.
"Mine. I found it. The man that
made it must have left the country.
There ain't been nobdoy livin' rpt it
for more'n a year; yarn c'n teIl by
the way the brush has growed up.
What yuh laughin' at. Hyena?"
Barry sat up and felt glad that he
hadn't come bark to a deserted
cabin. It was good to see old Tim-
ber again. He said:
"I reckon we've got to be partl-
ners whether we like it or not."
"Tothorrow morning, I'll show you
where the gold is."
'' It don't 'happen to be back to-
wards Red Rock, do it?" '
"Yes. Why?"
"That's lucky," 'aid Timber. "Yuh
got to go to Red Rack. anyhow to-
morrow. That is, onlesa-Yuh didn't
happen to see her today, did you?"
"Wilt?"' said Barry.
"A real purty girl. Name of Lucy,"
said Timberline- "Got to know her
party gond when I come through.
She's had a sort of came -down in life
since yuh seen her last. Look in at
he GoId ,Nugget lunch counter. Yuh'll
find her there"
They turned in early that night,
turned out early in the morning.
Barry thought, "Strange how things
work out." Today he would see Lucy
-'but yesterday he had seen that
other girl.
Barry, feeling queer about it all,
rode on into Red Rock, looking for
the Gold Nugget lunch counter.
Lucy, behind the counter, was
cutting an apple pie when he came
in. He stood there and stared.
in the world."
They chattered for half an hour
and didn''t get said half the things
they wanted to say. Barry rode
back to see Timberlinet the crebk,
promising to return the 'next dal'.
Arrived at the creek he found
Timberline's two companions.
"Look there, Timber," he said
soberly. "We're pardners., ` But I
don't know as much about gold min-
ing as a pig knows about a fiddle,
and while you're a man who ought
to know it all, all you do •fs jump
around likea grasshopper in a hot
skillet Let's go get us a third pard-
ner, some roan that knows about
Making a mine pay-"
"Shore," he said, mollified with
never another word from Barry,
"Shore, Sundown. Don't I know it?
They's a young squirt name of
March, Ken March, son of of Big
Moments March, an' he knows sas-
safras from gumbo anyhow. He's a
minin'- engineer, born o' minin'
daddy an' granddad', an' he's in town.
I'll go git Lim.'"
"Grease the trail and slide," said
Barry.
Timberline slid,
Barry opened his roll, got- out his
razor and went briskly to work on
the stubble on his faee. He washed
at the creek; he had an extra shirt
and put it on.
He stopped his horse near the
barn. A voice said, "Lookin' for
somebody, stranger?"
Barry didn't turn. He just said
crisply, "Whose place is this?"
"Judge Blue's, o' course." said the
stable hand.
"There's a girl lives here," said
Barry. "Who is she?"
"Why, Mise Lucy, o' course!"
"Judge at home?" asked Barry,
and was glad to receive 1 a prompt
"No" in answer. So .he asked next:
"Miss Lucy? She's here, though?"
Yes, Miss Lucy was there. Barry
left his horse at the stable and
walked on to the house.,,
Then he' heard a man speaking,
and Barry stiffened to a dead stop.
The man in there was making love
to a pretty girl, and sounded in dead
earnest -and there was not a doubt
in Barry Haveril's mind that at last
he had came up with Cousin Jesse,
the long sought Laredo Kid.
Barry didn't even 'think of stop-
ping to knock at a closed door. He
simply threw it open and burst in
upon the two people in the big
living room.
The two sprang apart. Barry, his
eyes blazing, cried hotly:
"Got you, Laredo! You-"
He broke short off, and the hand
that had slid down to his gun rested
there, fingers gripping but making
no move to draw the weapon. He
stared at the man facing him and
fell into utter confusion.
He had been so sure of Jesse Con-
roy's voice - but was tlris Cousin
Jesse?
The girl, flushed and indignant,
broke the brief electrical silence.
"What do you mean by this sort
of thing?" she demanded hotly.
"What right have you to break into
our •house like this?"
Barry said, looking not at her at
all, but steadily at her companion:
"You 'are Jesse Conroy."
The other laughed in his face, yet'
his eyes remained as watclhful as a
hawk's. Also his ungauntlhted right
hand, like Barry's, was on his gun.
He said drawlingly:
"Just now you called me another
name. Laredo Kid, wasn't it? Sup-
pose you mtake up your mind."
"You are Jesse Conroy," said
Barry. "You're the Laredo Kid."
The girl looked from one to an-
other, not knowing chat to think.
"Yon are the mann-" she began.
Barry nodded. "On the trail, yes.'
And you're Lacy?"
"I am Lucy Blue, yes," she said
quite coolly.
Then we used. to be friends," i
said Barry. "Friends for one short'
day anyhow. I am Barry Haveril. It
was three years ago', at Tylersville."
She gasped and her eyes opened
wide. Then she studied him harder
than ever.
"I - I wouldn't know you,* she
The two Sprang apart.
Lucy! Not Lucy Blue
little sister Lucy!"
"Barry!" she cried,. and dropped
pie and knife, and came running into
his arms.
Her husband, Zachary Blount,
was dead• of pneumonia. She had
tried so hard not to be glad! For he
had been a brute, and: she had' found
him to be as crooked as a stake -and -
rider fence.
"I found out so many things,"
said Lucy in a 'hushed voice, both
Cher little 'hands hugging one of
Barry's big brown ones. "Judge
Blue -he is a terrible man, Barry.
Nobody knows it; everyone thinks
he's grand. But he is the worst man
at all,
his
rv!vj uY ,..{ I
said slowly. "You have changed a
great deal."
"Sometimes a few years make
differences. I didn't know y o u
either. And try cousin here, Jesse
Conroy, has changedmore than we
have, 1 think. But I knew his
voice-"
"Is that why you thought him
your cousin?" At last she iaugthed
a little, but even so there remained
a tenseness in the room. "Well, I
can tell you that you've made a mis-
take. This is Tom Haveril-"
"Tom Haveril?" asked Ba r r y
frowning. "1 never heard• of any
Tom Haveril."
"If you should happen to he a
Haveril," said' the other man smil-
ingly, "I suppose you irnow someoa,e
hereabouts who can vouch for you?"
"Why, of course!" exclaimed
Barry. "My sister! You know her,
too, Miss Lucy! You knew her in
Tylersville; she has the same namd
as you. Lucy Haveril she was, then
Lucy Blount."
"Oh!" exclaimed Lucy, "Of course
I know her. She's my dearest friend.
If -if you should really prove to be
her brother, -I'd be so happy!"
A dull, baffled rage seethed within
him: He knew/ this was Jesse, the
Laredo Kid -only he didn't know!
"I'll be going now," he said slow-
ly, and felt defeated. To the man
he said, "If you're Cousin Jesse; and
I think you are, then you're Laredo
too, and I'm going to kill you,"
He headed straight to Red Rock
to see his sister and,rhave her go out
to Judge Blue's to talk to Lucy. The
first man he encountered was old
Timberline, just starting back to
camp.
Timber greeted him with enthusi-
asm, inspired, Barry suspected, by a
drink or two. The old man said:
"I 'seen young Ken March, Sun-
down, an' it's all fixed'. He was jus'
lookin'
aroun' for a chance like this,
You 'see, he's a minin' man an' al-
ways was, but not like rte. Minin'
engin-eer, is what the says he is."
Barry said, "Fine."
He rode, on. A few minutes later
he saw 'the-amany yellow lights of
Red Rock down below him, and
heard Red Rock, roistering Ha
thought: "I'm going to get Sister
Lucy out of that place. She can
keep house for Timber and me -
when we get a 'house."
But Lucy wasn't at the lunch
counter, and her assistant didn't
know where she was or when she
was coming back. Where did she
live? Back yonder a piece, with the
Prices.
Mrs. Price, sitting on her porch
when Barry rode up, hadn't seen
Lucy and wasn't expecting her;
wasn't time for her t be caring
home.
Barry left word that h ,'d be sack
and rode to the saloon.
There were perhaps, forty men in
the place, yet almost instantly Bar-
ry's roving eye found Tom Haveril,
and marked who it was with him. It
was Judge Blue,.
Barry strode through the long
room making a bee line to the two
at the far end of the bar,
"Hello, Judge," he said quietly. a
The Judge regarded him mo-
ment without speaking, takinghim
in from head to foot. Then, , 'Do I
e
know you?" he said. "Don't seem to
place you.
e
"I hoped you'd remember me. I'm
s
Barry Haveril. Three year ago,
over at Tyler-" remem-
ber "I remember that day. I mem-
ber Barry Haveril. Changed lot,
haven't you?"
"aNot more than most folks m'a'id
my age do in three years. I waS
just a kid then, I guess. e
The Judge's eyes bored int him,
"And you -if it was you- walked,
out on me that night with ut a.
word!"
"There were reasons," said arry'.
The Judge nodded slowly.
"My daughter Lucy,"' he said
presently, "was beset, by so e ruf-
fians on the trail. If it was y who
gave her a hand, I have y u to
thank. And if you can ever 1 d me
to the ruffians-" "
"One was called Sarboe," said
Barry. "But I didn't come 'h re to
talk of this, and I don't wa t any
thanks. But maybe you can t 1l me
who this man is that you're drink-
ing with?"
"Why," cried the Judge, and ound-
ed heartier, "it's my friend To Hav-
eril! By thunder! If you are Barry
Haveril, you two might be re ted!"
"I'm not hunting any kinsrhi ." said
Tom Haveril. "I think we ar cous-
ins, and that this is Jesse onroy.
They used to call him the are,lo
Kid. You'd know, Judge!"
"I'd know Laredo?'' s'aid Judge
Blue mildly.
The man at the Judge's sid said.
never more drawlingly: "Look at his
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gun, Judge. Like one the Kid used
to tote, isn't it?"
"You're a stranger here," the said
to Barry. "Tom Haveril isn't: 'Many
will step up and vouch for him even
though he :hasn't been here all his
life. How about you?"
The up -and -up young rancher
spoke swiftly:
"He says Lucy Blount is his lis-
ter. He says she can tell us."
"Well then," exclaimed the Judge,
and sounded hearty once more.
"Let's step over and see Lucy
Blount! Anything she' says goes
with me. Come ahead, boys'--"
(Continued Newt Week)
Canada is steadily deve'loting as a
manufacturing country and her min-
eral .resources are bringing in in-
creasing revenue each year but basi-,
°ally Canada"is, and will be for some
years, an agrioultural c o u n t r y.
Thanks to prov'inci'al and federal en-
couragement and research the agri-
cultural industry ,is flourishing, which
is well attested bo by the throngs of
agriculturists who come from' all
over the United States to inspect the
many hhortdcultural, agricultural and
livestock exhibits at Ute Canadian
National Exhibition.
Archery competitions are one of
the oldest sports known, while motor-
cycle and motorboat races are neces-
surfly among the newest -yet •there
is a sports program to begin shortly
so comprehensive that it includes el-
nvostb everything from archery to mo-
torboat .mess. The Canadian Nation-
al Exhibition has for years been a
potent factor in the development of
Canadian sport and; this year its, card
is better than ever.
rs
(Condensed teem. The Living Age in
R•eaid'er,s• .Digest)
For a yea., ex -Chancellor Kw -t von
Sehuschnigg {bras been imprisoned in
a Viennese hotel. No one has come
near him. Only one communique
from German authorities has been
published eoncerning hint. It read:
"Schuschnigg still lives- The Fulhrer
deems it just, in order that Sohusch-
nigg should, not become a victim of
a judicial error, to begin an investi-
gation of his activities while in of-
fice." •�- '
After that, 'completerfenoe.
But; well guarded as he is, we have
been able to learn some of the de-
tails
o-tails of the martyrdom that has now
brought the unfortunate ex -Chancel-
lor to the brink of insanity. Direct-
ly atter the Anschluss, .Sciiuschnigg
was kept a few days in his Belvved'ere
villa. At the outset, even the most
fanatical Nazis were impressed by
Snhusohnigg's refusal to flee from
Vienna by plane, as the German leg-
�chs marched into Austria., He had
courageously determined to �Sthare his
country's fate. Accordingly, there
were short -Lived hopes that he would
receive some leniency.
Meanwtttrle, all his documents and
letters, private as well as public,
were seized and sent to the Gestapo's
Austrian headquarters. ,at the Hotel
Metropole, The Nazis hoped to find
papers compromisieg him: documents
for example, indicating that he had
titisappropriate•ai State funds. In this
tliey were disappointed. The Chan-
cellor had lived an almost ascetic life.
One morning Schuschnigg was tak-
en to Gestapo headquarters to explain
crit tain passages in some of the let-
ters. He went without taking any-
thing except the suit he was wear-
ing. He expected to -he brought back
after a brief questioning. But he nev-
er returned•.
Schuschnigg's pl•ison consists of a
bedroom and bath in the Hotel Met-
ropole. An adjoining room serves as
sort of guardhouse, occupied day
and nt t by Storm Troopers. In a
third ro Sohuschnigg, once the
master o a great country, is now
subjec d for hours daily to a cross
fire of questioning. His questioners
are changed. Sometimes a reporter
from the Foreign Office harasses him
about his 'correspondence with the
Duce; on other ocoas'ions a member
of the Gestapo wants to know the
identity of the person who informed
th.e outside world of his Berchtesga-
den interview with Hitler. No mat-
ter how late the hour, there are al-
ways four or five more waiting to
torture the ex -Chancellor with ques-
tions. The number of documents
placed before him is appalling, and
Ragweed
Which of the many weeds in On-
tario is the'worst?
Ask any hay fever sufferer at this
time of the year and he will sneeze
you a vindictive reply -"Ragweed."
Ragweed, being an annual, depends
entirely on its seed for survival from
year to year, so that every time you
destroy a plant you are killing not
one or two hundred but in some cas-
t S 5,000 seeds, and as these seeds
may) remain in the soil several years
yvithout injury to the germ, it can be
seen that to control Ragweed effec-
tively every plant must be killed. It
is not only a bane to hay fever suf-
ferers. but causes plenty grief to the
farmer.
The stem of Common Ragweed is
from one to three feet high, much
branched, and slightly hairy. The
leaves are almost as finely divided
as some species of ferns. The spike-
like flower heads are very numerous
nd from one to six .inches long. The
flowers are yellow in colour and pro-
duce an abundance of pollen. Pollen
grains are produced abundantly from
the latter part of July until autumn
frosts kill the plants. These particles
of pollen, Tight in weight, may be
carried long distances by the slight-
est breeze and iahated by those sus-
ceptible to hay fever causes much
discomfort.
Because Ragweed is not very ap-
parent in the growing crop, the,de:m-
age that it does is frequentjy-under-
estimated. It takes a go deal of
plant food from the ground thus rob-
bing the natural storehouse of the
crop 'plants. It also crowds ota and
prevents a perfect stand of fodder
crops which have been seeded with
the grains.,„. Its presence in pasture
areas is claimed to cause unpleasa.nt
odors to the milk of cows which eat
it.
When growing
'
to prevent s
use of chemica
monium Sulph
of the Ammoni
los of water
to 350 pouwd
oughiy down, t
ably just befa
in areas whihh can
be cultivated. hand pulling, mowing
ceding and after harvest
cultivation are
recommended, When
found in areas
which cannot be culti-
vated, hand pu
cling, mowing and the
is are recommended.
Ragweed. plants may be eradicated
with no permanent injury to grass by
using a 10 per
cent. solution of Am -
ate. Dissolve 1 pound
um' Sulphate in 1 ,el-
and spray with a. fine
nozzle sprayer
at a pressure of 300
Wet all plants thor-
oughly the ground, prefer -
re coming into flower.
This method
is recommended
` for
streets, curbs, fence lines, around:
buildings. and all areas where it is
difficult to mow.
Ragweed is listed as a noxious
weed within the Weed Control Act
which states that it must be destroy-
ed before seeds mature.
Won't von do your share to aid hay
fever sufferer i by inspecting your
property' for Ragweed and report ,any
infestation you know of to your city,
town, village, county or townsihip
weed inspector?
flue Is siequlvedr
aogeleet e'vei4 whit t; p
ing °the iaat Pour years.. !0$01
gation was launci}ed MU*:s
brill "third degree" will doubtless cou
tinue for months more, analis ••hw
collapses,
S{ahusi.hnigg's Melia' the ;Hotel Mete
'opole is Jsubjeet to Gerelan prison
discipline. Though an niveterate,
smoker, he has not been, allowed 0110
cigarette slice his arrest. His perse-
cutors smoke ineessantly- °tie is,her.'-
metically sealed from'.'Che outside
world. He cannot- learn anything
save through chance remarks of his
jailers. For months he knew nothing
of the fate of his 14 -year-old son, his
aged father, his brother, and the wo-
man whom he expected to marry. .
It is hard; to believe, yet true, that
all that tiime +titre unfortunate ex-
Ohra:ncellor was ling this torturers
for news of his betrothed, the Coun-
tess Vera C'zernine-ignorant of the
fact that she was already his wife. A
few months before the Anscbluss,
Schuschnigg had asked the ecclesias-
tie authorities for permission to,,,mar-
ry the Countess, who had been sep-
arated from her husband. Authoriza-
tion from the Holy See for her re-
marriage came after Schuschnigg had
been imprisoned. A friend then was
able to marry Schuschnigg to Coun-
tess Czernine by proxy. His brother
Arthur took the place of • the groom
in the ceremony. The officials of the
Gestapo didn't inform the ex -Chancel-
lor of the marriage because they be-
lieved that Sohuschnigg was kept
from collapse only by the hope that
if he would "confess" and answer all
questions docilely, he would eventual-,
ly be permitted to marry.
A little before Christmas, the Coun-
tess was allowed to visit her husband
before witnesses. A dramatic scene
'took. place. • Schuschnigg learned that
'has father had died, that this son was
do Karlsbad in a Jesuit College, and
that his brother was in a concentra-
tion camp.
Schuschnigg, on seeing a human be-
ing others than this torturers, after
nine months ,of isolation, could not
repress the question, "What is going
on in the world of the living?" Im-
mediately, the Gestapo intervened t.,
forbid Mme. von Schuschnigg to an -
it
t.
swer.
At tbis, Schuschnigg broke down
and behaved in such a manner that
all present were certain that be had
gone mad. A famous Vienntpse alien-
ist was brought to the betel and at
last succeeded in calming the tortur-
ed man
Sohuschnigg has not yet recovered'
from this breakdown. He had to re-
main in bed for months, and today is
so weak that he must use crutches
to go to the "office" where rhe is ques-
tioned. His nerves are completely
gone and his storrrach can no longer
accept food; , he i; in a pitiful state
of emaciation,'and his blonde hair has
turned completely white.
What fate awaits him? Why does
not Hitler give ,liberty td^ a man
against .whom he cannot even bring
charges', The answer is simple. Ger-
many' needs Schuschnigg. If Schus-
chnigg were not a prisoner in the
Hotel Metropole, that crucial conver-
sation last March between Hitler and
Hacha, the President of Czechoeio-
vakia, would have taken a different
tura. For the fate 'of Schuschnigg
.was . a forceful argument in forcing
Hacha to bow down to the Fuhrer's
will. Schuschnigg may be of similar
service to the Reich in the future.
A TASTE OF SIMPLE
LIFE IN PERU
/ We hear a great deal nowadays
about the simple life, and we see a
good many abortive attempts to lead
it. The Spanish people did it with-
out knowing fa I say Spanish people
for although the Peruvians had be-
come independent af. Spain, they had
not changed their traditions dr hab-
its.
Twenty years after. when I went. to
Seville, I felt perfectly at tome, even
to the accent of the language, which
was that, of Lima. Lima was the
peat of the Spanish Viceroy, and: he
and the representative of the mother
country lived in great state. . . .
But I must explain what I mean y
the simple life. I was much. pleased
on one occasion to be invited • to
pass pascu'a (the Easter holidays•) at
a great hacienda in the south, where
I was offered the prospect of some
good riding on the finest breed of
horses in the country. My husband,
who knew the customs, advised me
to take a mattress, bed linen and
Whatever personal comforts I might
require, but I disregarded his sugges-
tion as an insult to my host and con-
fined my "comforts" to what I gen-
erally carry ;in my travelling bag.
I found the house a vast one -stor-
ied structure built around a court: I
was ushered into a vast salon, the
only furniture some hard dil ans a-
round the walis and a table in the
center of the room, The dining -room
adjoining had nothing in it but a
huge table and some cbaairs, and on
a side table Was a lot of crockery
of the most common quality, and pil-
ed up at one end were forks and
spoons in profusion. I thought they
were pewter, they were so black, but
learned later that they, with the mas-
sive candlesticks, were of silver teade
mads by the+ Indiana from the tally
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TAKE Itl!il
FROM. PCPOT. Q1
f�J
mines ft' Potosti long ago:
In my bedgroonli seafir beytt f14',
on it was stretchedi a -Linde, net
mattress nor pillows, sheets nor.'b
keel, ' and I found that my 'hint
wain right." The guests' were*
expCtr'
ed to provide their own' On. 176!0+k'•
known to the hostess my ignorakxc
of the custom, some sheets trim
with superb ..lace, like that for which;.
we now pay any price from the con-'
vents in Spain and Italy, were
brought in, and some blankets; but
I was assured by the stout . nbgresg
who officiated' ast my maid, that the
hide was much cooler and better than
a mattress, -and so I found it. Her
mistress's toilet set of silver (never
cleaned) with which she always trav-
elled, was loaned to me, and with
this I managed very well.
The food was of the simpplest, The
bread was brought from Lima. Al-
though hundreds, I may say thou-
sands,
housands, of head of cattle roamed over
the estate, I never saw a cup of milk
nor a bit of butter . . . The own-
ers of this estate lived: in a -superb
house in Lima, perfectly ' kept up,
mad�fr,equent visits to Europe, yet
where , y went to their country
home they liyed contentedly 'as I
have described it, and that is what I
mean by their "simple" life. -From
"Recollections of a Happy Life," by
Elizabeth C'hristephers '•Hobson,
9
ORANGE JUICE AND VITAMIN 'C'
So many persons. make a practice
of squeezing oranges at night, putting
the juice in a lightly covered glass
and leaving it in. the refrigerator for
use at breakfast, that the question
has often been raised as to whether
''uoh juice loses its vitamin content.
Otauge juice is one of the best
sources of Vitamin 'C' and this vita-
min is so important to health that
those who like to prepare it the even-
ing before using it, will be interested
to know that early reports that this
practice meant a loss appear to be
disproved by more recent research.
In an investigation of the Vitamin
'C' content of orange juice perform-
ed this year in the laboratories of
the Bureau of Home Economics of
the U. S. Department of Agriculture,
it was found that there was no ap-
p=retable loss of ascorbic acid (Vita-
min ''C') in orange juice stored for 24
hours in loosely covered glass jars'
in a refrigerator at safe refrigeration
temperatures of 40 to. 50 degrees.
It is clear, therefore, that fresh or-
ange juice loses little Vitamin 'C'
potency on standing in. the refrigera-
tor if the juice is kept in a covered
gc'ntainer to avoid access of air.
It is also reported that there was
no difference in the results of the in-
vestigation mentioned when the juice
vas strained through cheese cloth Or
through a wire sieve.
LONDON and WING'HAM
NORTH
A.M.
Exeter 10.34
Hensel.' 10.46
Kippen 10.59
Brucefleld 11.00
Clinton 11.47
Londesboro 12.06
Blyth 12.16
12.27
12.45
Belgrave
Wingham
SOUTH
Wingham
Belgrave `' u
Blyth ,
L• ondesboro
Clinton
Brucefleld
Kippen
Heasall
Exeter
P.M.
1.50
2.06
2.17
2.26
8.08
8.28
8.38
8.45
3.58
C.N.R. TIME TABLE
EAST
A.M. P.M.
Goderich 6.35 2.80.
Hoimesville 6.50 2.52
Clinton 6.58 3.00
Seafortb 7.11 8.18 1
St. Columbaa 7.17 8.22
Dublin 7.21 8.29
Mitchell 7.30 -8.41
WEST
Mitchell 11.06 9.28
Dublin 11.14 9.86
Seaforth 11.80 9.47
Clinton 11.45 10.00
loderieh 12.05 10.25
C.P.R. TIME TABLE
EAST
Goderloh
Menset
McGaw
Auburn
Blyth
Walton
McNaught .:
Toronto ;
WEST
P.M. •
4.20
4.24
4.58
,4.42
4.52
M4,.o.: 5,06
*5.4.. 5.10
0,00
Toronto
McNaught .
Walton
Myth
Alibu'1 tt - :.... °.
McGacor •••••••••.•s• i.•• 4.1.41
Meseet
tloderieh .... ••••.
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