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The Huron Expositor, 1954-08-13, Page 2a�. 9i rt 7Clf"•NlJkt9 two Snivn x, pY 'WaYr ya'OSITOR Esq �,.'. 3: 1860 Published at Seaforth, Ontario, ev- Thu raday afternoon by McLean A. Y. McLean, Editor jiIbeeription rates, $2.50 a year in mime; foreign $3.50 a year. Single So, 6 cents each. lismber of Canadian eekly Newspapers Association. Advertising rates on application. PHONE 41 Authorized as Second Class Mail Post Office Department, Ottawa SEAFORTH, Friday, August 13 A REUNION CELEBRATION FOR SEAFORTH? There has been many visitors in Seaforth this summer and a goodly number of them have asked why Seaforth does not plan an Old Boys' .Reunion for next year. In addition, of course, many Local citizens have blade the same comment, prompted perhaps by the successful reunion recently held in Wingham. Seaforth has had two Old Boys' Reunions, and both were outstand- ing successes. The last was held in 1924. To be successful, an Old Boys' Re- union must have'the unqualified sup- port of the Council and the commun- ity it represents. And the Wingham experience was that the reunion must be conceived in a manner that will ensure the attendance and at- tention it deserves. The Wingham Advance - Times commenting on the Wingham show has this to say: "Right from the start the Council was behind the whole effort. They had enough 'foresight to see that you can't work without capital, and they grubstaked the venture to the tune of $2,500. As it now turns out, they may make a Little profit on the deal, in spite of the fact that they had originally not even expected to get their money back. "Another reason for the celebra- tion's success was the enthusiasm which was generated in the towns - ;people. Starting from small begin- nings this enthusiasm spread and ac- cumuIated until almost everybody was engaged in some kind of work ;. the celebration. Enthusiasm is catching, aid this is one time it really caught An- „Le:toy, in our opinion, one of the biggest contributing factors to the success of the anniversary was the fact that it was conceived on a large scale—large enough to loom as 2 major attraction in a day of so many counter -attractions." 'What about a reunion in Seaforth? Apart altogether from the social as- pects which a reunion engenders, there is the fact that just 100 years ago next year occurred the activity, the planning which resulted in the establishment of the Town of Sea - forth. The . commencement of construc- tion of the Buffalo, Brantford and • Goderich Railway in 1854 brought great activity in land speculation . along its proposed route. In 1853 Messrs. Patton, Bernad :and Le Froy purchased much of the land which later became Seaforth, and surveyed the area into town lots. The foun- ders chose the name Seaforth, in honor of the -native place of one of ;them in Scotland. Surely such an occasion is worthy a recognition. If steps were taken in the near future to establish an or- ganization charged with the re- sponsibility of planning and carrying out a reunion and centennial celebra- tion, there is no reason why there could not be an occasion next sum- mer_ of which the town could be proud. ANOTHER DRIVING HAZARD We discuss from time to time the traffic problems with which motor- ists are faced in an effort to empha- piss the fact that continuous care Waist be exercised if highway fatali- ties are to be reduced. Most of the difficulties arise from + ed, from slow driving, or from lain carelessness. But as the Winnipeg Free Press reminds us, there are other driving habits which also contribute to the toll in human lives:- "There ives -•"There are many pernicious driv- ing habits," the Free Press says, "but one of the most shocking occurs when a car isn't moving at all. Every day motorists parked at curbs throw op- en the left-hand doors of their cars —without warning and without look- ing. Nothing is more demoralizing or more dangerous to the passing driver, who may be compelled to swerve violently into the path of oth- er cars. This thoughtless practice is a constant hazard to cyclists." What Other Papers Say: Youngsters Have Not Changed Much (Durham Chronicle) This week we heard a man sound- ing of about the sinfullness of the children today. That man has a short memory. Stories we have heard about boys who lived in Durham years ago indi- cate there were some regular devils among them. Just as in other towns at the same time. There are boys today who steal and lie and swear and destroy property. But they get a licking when they are caught, as they usually are. They will grow out of their reckless habits just as their fathers did before them. Every boy is born with a certain amount of devilment in him. He comes by it honestly, having inherit- ed it from his father or his grand- father. There is the occasional boy who seems to get into a habit of stealing or malicious destruction. In this case all that is needed is some en- couragement or guidance for a few years until he has a chance to grow into a respectable citizen. Boys today are not one bit worse than the boys years ago. If you don't think so, just ask Granddad to tell you a story. What the Farmer Gets (The Toronto Star) Anyone who examines the annual financial statement of a major busi- ness corporation is impressed with the relatively low ratio of profits to sales. A firm may do hundreds of millions of dollars worth of business. But after paying wages, raw mater- ials, taxes and other expenses, rela- tively little of each sales dollar re- mains in the form of profit for the company and its shareholders. ' So it is with farming. The sale of farm products nets Canadian farmers several million dollars annually. Last year the fig- ure was $2,741,000,000. But if their expenses are anything like Ameri- can farmers, and we presume they are, the individual farmer realizes a relatively small sum of each dollar of sales, Our authority for this statement is a recent survey conducted by the agricultural committee of the U.S. House of Representatives. The com- mittee in an effort to dispel public belief that farmers are responsible for today's high food prices, comput- ed figures which show that 56 cents out of every dollar spent for domes- tically produced food goes to pay for processing, marketing and transpor- tation charges. "The farmer," the committee adds, "receives 44 cents. Of this 44 cents approximately 30 cents goes to pur- chase tractors, trucks, plows, gaso- line, fertilizers and other supplies re- quired by modern farming. Thus the farmer and his family have about 14 cents out of each consumer dollar for domestically produced food for their work and their investment." By way of comparison it might be stated that this 14 cents is consider- ably higher than the profits many business firms realize from each sales dollar. In the case of farmers, however, the 14 cents must pay for his labor and provide a return on his capital investment, too. On the basis of these figures the farmer's profit cannot be considered exorbitant. Indeed, when all things are considered, the farmer probably receives less for his time and effort and investment than most other sec- tions of the community. • tit,'IV7,ir1 l�Cp, Ya, THE HURON EXPOSITOR fu'N�ii�i;l%'��81°ice pgtaa9i{ SEEN IN THE COUNTY PAPERS Wins Ryerson Scholarship Bill Batten, son of Mr. and Mrs, Ralp ,Batten, William St., has been awarded a $100 General Eliil<tcieney scholarship by the Graphic Arta division of Ryerson Institute of Technology, Toronto. He has com- pleted one year -at the Institute and is employed at the Times -Advocate during the summer.—Exeter Times - Advocate. Bands At Anniversary Brussels bands were in Wingham on Sunday for their 75th annivers- ary celebration. The Legion Pipe Band took part in the Drumhead service in the afternoon, and the Lions Boys' and Girls' Band under the direction of Bandmaster A. O. Robinson, in the parade and con- cert in the evening. These two bands are to be congratulated on their smart appearance, and are a credit to any community.—Brussels Pos t. Two in Family Injured Russell Fear, son of Mr. and Mrs. Sam Fear, is convalescing from the effects of a nasty injury he received in his right leg when he came in contact with the blade of a chain ¢aw he was operating. The saw opened a wound that re- quired 32 stitches. Wayne Fear, another member of the Fear house- hold, had the misfortune to run the prong of a ; fork he was using through one of his toes. — Blyth Standard. Observes 97th Birthday Mrs. John Essery, one of the old- est residents of this district, was entertained. on the afternoon and evening of her 97th birthday at the home of her son, William, Us - borne Township. Mrs. Essery is in excellent health for one of her years and enjoyed the occasion vis- iting with her children, grandchil- dren, great-grandchildren, nieces, nephews, cousins and friends, who came to offer congratulations.—Ex- eter Times -Advocate, Celebrate Golden Wedding Mr. and Mrs. Frank J. Wickwire, of Centralia, former residents of Exeter, celebrated their 50th wed- ding anniversary at their home at the corner of No. 4 Highway and the Crediton -Grand Bend road. on July 21. Mr. and Mrs. Wickwire were married et the bride's home by the Rev. H. A. Graham, of Well - burn;' cousin of the bride. Mrs. Wickwire is the former Margaret V. White, founder of the former Exeter Times. Mr. Wickwire is a printer by trade and still does cus- tom printing in his little shop on the premises. We extend congratu- lations.—Zurich Herald. Marks 92nd Birthday Blyth friends are happy to have in their midst again the Rev. Dr. R. W. Ross, who is visiting at the home of his sisters, Mrs, Daniel Mc- Gowan. The Standard, along with a host of friends in this commnity, extends birthday wishes to Rev. Dr, Ross, on the occasion of this 92nd birthday which he celebrated on July 23. Dr. Ross is wonderfully alert and keenly interested in world-wide as well as local affairs. Just before coming to Blyth he .1.111111, officiated at the marriage of his granddaughter, Elizabeth Read, in Gatineau (Quebec) United Church, near Ottawa.—Blyth Standard. Employees Are Honored Two well-known employees of Purity Flour Mills were honored at a gathering of mill employees Friday afternoon last. It was the occasion of their retirement upon reaching their 65th birthday. The men are Norman Colclough, Light- house St., and Robert J. McMillan, Quebec St. Mr. Colclough had serv- ed for a period of 36 years, start- ing on August 17, 1917, while Mr. McMillan was a mill employee for 27 years. On behalf of the em- ployee's of Purity Four Mill, the mill manager, R. M. Menzies, pres- entee, to Mr. Colclough a Kroehler chair, and for his wife a chester- field cushion. Presented to Mr. MMMillan was an easy chair and coffee table and for his wife, an electric toaster.—Goderich Signal - Star. Had Triple Birthday Sunday, July 11, was the birth- day of Mrs. Charles Scotchmere's father, Mr. John Albright, Zurich. On Monday, Ruthann, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Charles Scotchmer, was 11 years of age, and Anne, daughter of Mr. and Mrs, Gladwin Westlake, Stanley Township, was 13. To mark the three occasions, a picnic was held in Clan Gregor Square, Bayfield, on Sunday, with one birthday cake, aglow with can- dles, for all. Present were. Mr. and Mrs. J, Albright, Zurich; Mr, and Mrs. Charles Scotchmer and fam- ily, Mr. and Mrs. G. Westlake, Anne, and Mrs, James Carnie, Mr. and Mrs. Bert Greer and family, Rosemarie Telford and Percy Ren- ner. Following an enjoyable sup- per they attended the concert in Goderich given by the Girls' and Boys' Band of London. — Zurich Herald. Win Prizes At Carnival President K. C. Cooke presented the prizes to the three best kids' entries in the Legion Carnival Parade here Monday night. They went to Terry and Wayne Haugh- ton, who combined in a fore and aft manipulation of a two -seated tricycle bedecked with sweet peas matching a mauve and yellow tis- sue paper decor which covered' a wide umlbrella and trimmed the wheels and seats of the vehicle. Two pennants proclaiming the name of Clinton to all viewers possibly influenced. the judges slightly. Second prize was award- ed Mary Lou Denomme, who rode a very shinily fashioned bicycle. The main feature seemed to be a colored tinfoil covering combined with vari-colored tissue paper, and the rider was dressed to match the cycle. Third 'prize was awarded a charmingly accoutred 'Mother Goose, Donelda Freeman, whose bike was fitted with cardboard, covered with life-size feathers cut painstakingly from yellow crepe paper, and pasted indiyidually to the card. An orange bill and large orange feet attached to the pedals completed the effect of a large goose. All the children participat- ing received free tickets for riding the ponies at the carnival.—Clin- ton News -Record. CROSSROADS (By James Scott) ACCIDENTS .A couple of weeks ago one fine sunlit morning I took a stroll around the lawn and my eye fin- ally focussed on something I had been trying not to see for a long time. All. along the bottom of the hedge the weeds were growing as if they had never heard of a` dry summer, and cared less. Now these weeds had not sprung up overnight exactly. In fact, some of them had been there_ ever- since versince the wet days of April. I no- ticed them then and said to my- self that if I were to clean out along the hedge right then and there, I would not have nearly so much trouble as if I waited until those little weeds had a chance to grow up into great big weeds. I don't need to tell you what happened. You know! In fact, I'll bet you have clone just the same thing yourself and if you tell me you haven't, you are either too good to be true or not true at all. Anyway, here it was the end of July and those weeds—!big ones— were still there. ' It's a funny thing but there is nothing which looks much worse in a private hedge than a four -foot thistle growing out of the middle of it. Even I couldn't stand the sight of it, so I went around and got my shears and hoe, and went to work. After a while—quite a while, in fact, because there were more weeds under the hedge than met the eye --1 reached the great big thistle. I took a spade and dug out the roots and then stooped ov- er to get a good hold of it and pull the monster out. It wa.s a nasty job because thistles that size have very lethal barbs. I was being very gingerly in my approach, when suddenly something hit me. Not in the hand, or the arm, but in the eye. As soon as it touched my eye I automatically recoiled, so quick are the involuntary reactions of the human nervous system. For a. moment I sat on the grass, the tears streaming out of my eye, sort of dazed. • Then I realized what had happened, and I was scared pink. I am the kind of fellow whO nia.kes his living with his eyes. If anything happens to one of them i will be a lot less efficient. If any- thing should happen to them both, I would be helpless. This wad' the first thought which crossed ray mind atter the first moment's Mock. I tore into the house, blink. ing 91fi the way, to ace If the 'eight had been impaired. I got out the boracic acid and bathed the injur- ed eye; I looked at it many, many times in the mirror to see if I could tell how much damage had been done. I thought of calling a doctor, an oculist, an eye special- ist. Exhausted, 1 finally lay down on the couch and stayed there for half an hour. In short, I panicked. All that had happened was that when I reached into the hedge for the big thistle, I ploughed right in- to a small twig in the hedge. I suppose I have stuck my head in- to that hedge hundreds of times, but never before did it just so hap- pen that my eye connected with anything, It was nobody's fault. If I got so careful that I never made a move without looking ev- erywhere for some possible danger, I would never move at all. No, it wasn't what you call carelessness; it, was just an accident. That's it: a plain and simple accident where no one or nothing is to blame. Yet it could have damaged me for life. That's what frightened m e. You know, this goes on around us all the time. Without realiz- ing it, we are all facing irremedi- able disaster every minute of our lives. No ,matter what we do, how careful we are, there is not a sin- gle man alive who could not be the victim of an accident which would be nobody's fault. Yet most of us go through life unscathed and what trouble w'e do get into is usually produced by ourselves. It's a miracle, isn't it, that in this world so full of potential dan- ger, we still manage to survive at all. As. I thought about this, I thought of what John Milton said .when he saw the reprobate on the other side of the street. "There, but for the grace of God, goes John Milton." Now whenever I see or shear of anybody who is in trouble, I think of my eye and say the same thing. In fact, -every time I get to feel- ing that I am in pretty good shape and that I must be a pretty intelli- gent fellow to have got there, I think about that eye. How easy it would be for something to happen to change everything for the worse. There, but for the grace of God . . . j5I Years Agone Interesting Items Picked From The Huron Expositor of Twen- tyfiv and Fifty Years .Ago From The Huron Expositor August 16, 1929 Mr. and Mrs. Basil Byrne and children, (Detroit, spent a few days with friends and relatives in Dub- lin. During, the storm on Tuesday ev- euing, a barn owned by Mr, Philip Eisenbach, of the Babylon Line, Hay, was struck by lightning and destroyed with the contents. The barn was used by Mr. Eisenbach for storage purposes, and so the loss is not as heavy as if it had been the main barn. Mr. and Mrs. Henderson and family, of Toronto, and Mr. and Mrs. Norris and family, of London. were visitors at the home of Mr. and Mrs. Robert McLean, Chisel - burst. Mr. and I'4rs. F. H. Miller, Mr. Alex Mitchell and the Misses Jean Drager and Gertrude Miller, Wal- ton, visited friends in Port Elgin recently. The many friends of Miss Edna Bremner, Brucefield, will be glad to hear that she was able to be reproved to her home last week after her operation alit Seaforth Memorial Hospital. Mr. and Mrs. W. A. McQueen and daughter, Viola, from Sandusky,. Michigan, visited at the homes of Mr. and Mrs. James McQueen and Mr. and. Mrs. James Walker, Bruce - field, This is Mr. McQueen's first visit to Canada. He is the son of the late William McQueen, a for- mer resident of Stanley, who was well known in Brucefield and vi- cinity a number of years ago. A McQueen .reunion picnic was held at Goderich last Monday, which was much enjoyed by all. .The following pupils of Mrs. M. R. Rennie, Seaforth, were success- ful in passing the 'Toronto Con- servatory of Music examinations, held here on July 1: primary sing- ing, Elva Wheatley; intermediate piano, Helen Ament; primary piano, Kathleen Stewart; introduc- tory piano, Leo Joynt. Miss Lucy Eckert, of Detroit, called on 'her sisters, Mrs. Thomas McKay and. Mrs. William Manley, in McKillop. Mr. Archie Stewart, Tronto, is spending his holidays under -the parental roof with Mr. and Mrs. Peter Stewart, Brussels. Mr. and Mrs. Miller Edwards, of Hay Township, have been visited by their cousins, the Misses Mar- garet and Bella Clrrystall, of Aber- deen, Scotland, who have been vis- iting in many principal places in the Old Country and •also in Can- ada, and who intend going to New Zealand. They are very favorably impressed with the Huron district and particularly with the Kippen- Hensall district, and think it is the finestthey have yet seen in their travels, for fine improved; farms and fertility of the soil. Mrs. J. Forrest and daughter, Anne, of Moose Jaw, Sask., were guests the past week at the home of Mr. and Mrs. William Forrest, Tuckersmith. • From The Huron Expositor August 12, 1904 Mr, E. Clarke; of Mitchell, while assisting Mr. R. Lashbrook, but- cher, in killing a beef, slipped and fell while leading the beast, which then gave him a vigorous kick on the forehead, cutting him badly. It required half a doien stitches to draw the wound together. Mr, Isaac Jarrott, who is always in the lead with the farmers, was the first to deliver new wheat to Ki•ppen grain warehouse. He de- livered 140 bushels, and the sam- ple was good for this year. A rather rare event occurred in Dublin last Sunday, August 7, when Mee. Mattie Williams gave birth to triplets—two boys and a girl. All are living and doing well, Miss Wilson, Ottawa, was the guest of Mrs. Bailey for a few days last week in Bluevale. Miss It. Zimmerman, who has been in North Dakota, is in Zurich on a visit to her father. Mr. J. A. Taylor, B.A., principal of Dutton high school, is spending a few days of his vacation •at the home of hi, parents, Mr. and Mrs. John Taylor, in Blyth. Mr. David Nichol left Hensall this week for Toronto to attend the Grand Lodge of the Independ- ent Order of Oddfellows, as a re- presentative of Hensall Lodge. Gordon McDonald is one of the chosen few who go to St.. Louis to play football. We feel assured that Gordon will do his share in assisting the team to carry off the palm of victory, He is possessed of strength and agility, which is characteristic of a few of the boys of Walton, who would do honor on any football team. Mr. Harry Geib, Seaforth, met w ith a painful accident on Satur- day afternoon last. He was doing some work with an oxen when it skipped and cut his right foot, sev- ering an artery. Mr. Gelb was laid off for a couple of days and ,still has to go about with a limp. During the progress of a recent electrical storm, a barn belonging to Mr. Charles Fa.nsome, on the 2nd concession of Ellice, just north of Sebringville, was struck by lightning and burned to the ground. The lose will be rather heavy as the season's hay crop, amounting in all to about 60 loads, had just been stored away. Mr. J. Kennedy, Stratford, has returned from a trip to 'his old ,horse in Kiiminock, Scotland, his first visit in 32 years. He keenly enjoyed viewing old scenes and meeting old friends, and was pleas- ed to find hie native town in a state of progressiveness, "That's my wife's dentist lust gone past. Ho is a marvellous fellow." "Really! In what respect?" "He can tell her to close her mouth and get away with it!" ±,�� �1euL✓v'gjV �tk i•t{f'v AUGUST 13, 1954 "Keeper of the Trees (By MR8. M. C. DQIG) (Continued from last week) "I like them too," agreed Neis. "Only once I had to memorize a poem about them and it took me three recesses and two after -fours to do it. You know the one: "Merrily swinging oa briar and weed, Near to the nest of his little dame; T a -t a-ta-t a-ta-to-t a -t a Robert of Lincoln is calling his name." "I've forgotten. most of it al- ready. Why do they make us learn those corny poems, Grandad?" "So you'll have something in your head in your old age, my chela. If you want to have a hap- py old age, Nels, fill your mind full of pleasant thoughts when you are young." "Oh, sure," chanted Nels. "A house built without hands for your soul to live in! You talk just like Mother." Colin looked at Nets and chuck- led silently. "I might as well be talking to myself," he thought. "It'll be twenty years before he realizes that he has a soul, let alone that it should be 'filled with good lum- ber instead of junk. 'That's one of the sad things about living. How little we can pass on to those we love of what we 'learned the Shard way. No wonder humanity ad- vances at a snail's pace." II That night they slept on soft, sweet -scented alfalfa hay in front of the horses in the barn of a friendly farmer, and Nels wriggled with delight as he listened to the steady crunch of the horses' jaws. It was an eerie sound and one. that Neis had never noticed before, al- though he had been around horses many times. "One of the nicest sounds I know," said Nels, "is the sound of horses drinking water out of a pail just when the barn is all shadowy I used to go to Cullitons in the evening, just to water the horses and listen to them. It sounded like—like—I don't know what." "The spooloiest sound I knod," retorted Colin, is to hear a horse cropping grass outside your win- dow some summer night. It doesn't sound like anything else on earth. 1f we can stay awake long enough, perhaps we can find out what time of night horses lie down. I never went into a stable in my life and found a horse lying down." The barn cat snuggled purring against Nels and the drew it into the crook of his arm. He was asleep in ten minutes and Colin was not long behind him. Colin awoke once through the night and got up to find the horses still standing on their feet. When he awoke again at daybreak, he could tell by the straw that they had lain clown. Beaten again! They learned next morning as they were about to start away that the source of their river was still ten miles ,away. Their' host knew the place well, and when they told him of their quest, it took all his sense of duty and determination to hold him back from going with them. "By gravy!" las declared, "if I had my crop in a•nd :some one to look after things, I'd go with you. That's the devil of farming, Never a day YOU can really call your own! Something stuck up in front of you all the time just clambor- ing to be done! 1 said a minute ago that if 1 had, the crop in and some hired help I'd go with you, but chances are I wouldn't. And why? Because as soon as the crop is in I'll feel that 1 should be hauling out manure, or there's the garden to work up, or some ashes and tin cansto haul away, and the wood to bring up from the bush. Just as much a slace as Uncle Tom ever was." "More so," conceded Colin syn pa thetically. "There's no slave driver can equal an active, ener- getic conscience. It can hold you right in the hollow of its hand un- til the crack of doom, and after. But if you haven't one, what are you? Trash!" Colin told the farrier their ex- periences at the I4arper farm, and when he came to the point where they opened the stable doors and let everything out, he clapped his knee and roared with laughter and approval. "Do you think. the police will force a. sale?" he asked, with in- terest. '"i'he Harpers have a good strain of pigs that I wouldn't mind buying up, if they didn't go too high." "I thought you were wishing for less work, -not more," said Colin. "You're a typical farmer if I ever saw one. Kick like a steer at all the work you have to do, and then fight off go and load yourself with more," But," prolested his listener, "I've got to turn a dollar every chance I get. Times are still hard. I have to male ends meet." "or course you 'have to. But do you expect to make them meet by buying more stock? I was looking at your cows this morning and sort of sizing them up. Hope you don't mind. This one, second from the door, is she a good milker?" "Nothing great," conceded the farmer, "She gives a fair amount of milk for three months. But you wouldn't have me get rid of her, would you? Wlhy, she's just a young cow!" "Sure! And you'll keep her for eight or nine more years and drop money on her every year. How about that white one there?" "Tough," sighed the farmer, "Very, very tough! I've really thought about getting rid of her some times, but she's off a cow my wife brought from home—you know, sort of a dowry cow—and--" "And," finished Colin, "you'd give Yourself neuritis milking her, to say nothing of the time you lose night and morning, and all for what? Because your father -Int -law wanted to kill two birds with one stone — give his daughter some- 11 thing and get rid of something at the same time." His listener . nodded agreement. "I've thought that sometimes, bin I wouldn't say it in the house for anything. Get in wrong up to the, elbows." "A married man has to watch his step all right. But you see what 1 mean? You've been thinking that in order to make more money you should take on more work. You never even dreamed of get- ting rid of some of the work yoiz have in order to improve your finances." "Say!" said the farmer, in ad- miration, "I couldn't hire you two for the summer, could I? I •haven't tried out any new theories since, 1929. Never was able to scratch. up enough courage, somehow. You,: make them sound easy." 'Colin and Nels shook their beads. "Just passing through," said Col - 1n. "I've had my day, and Nels' day is still to came. Anyhow, we haven't time just now. _ Have to continue our. Search. We're • look- ing for the place where Buddha'si arrow tell," continued Colin, sot- emnly, "We're only an ocean and a continent wide of the mark, but that's a mere detail. The Search is the thing. Thank you, sir, for your kindness and 'hospitality." "Thank you," said the farmer, fervently, "for steaming out the stables. Usually bums can't get off the place fast enough. Excuse the term, friends, but there ain't. any other word in my vocabulary for folks who would rather sleep in a barn than in a bed. And li hope you find your river." "Not a bad sort of guy," re- marked Nels as they struck off. "They gave us real cream on our. porridge." "Never set the world on fi•re;. though," commented Colin. "Cue= tom and tradition have their iron bands clamped right around his middle and he doesn't even know it. He will never be a pioneer in a new field. He'll wait until the real pioneers have made killings in turnips or flax or cucumbers, and when they have started looking for 'something new because the cream is all skimmedoff, he will: be just getting into the field theyr" are deserting." Nels took a hop, skip and Sump over a rivulet that ambled down the bank into the river. 'I never knew people could ber so interesting," he announced. "I'11. never pass a house after this with- out wondering What sort of folks, live in it, Do you suppose we will meet any nuts today? Are you having as much fun as I am, Grande dad?" Nels inquired, anxiously.. "This trip has been just what the doctor ordered," Colin assured him. "1 was getting old, Nels, and didn't know it. Now I feel sure that i •shall live to be a hundred! I don't mind telling you now that I brought along some tablets for the rheumatism I was sure would" develop, and I haven't had to take• one yet. In fact, I forgot about them. I found out from those peo- ple that the source of our river is about ten miles away, They say it rises in a gravel pit. The water of • this river isn't all from the one • spring; there's another fork comes . down from the southeast and joins it about five miles from here. The. one we are looking for is the north- east branch. And we won't have to depend on farm houses for our meals. There's a crossroads store - where the river forks, and we cam I lay in supplies enough to take us tot the gravel pit." "Wouldn't Mother have a fit if' she knew all we've been up to?" said Nels, "If Bill Sayres tells her that he saw us. she'll have the air' force out scouring the country- side; may'be dropping food par- -eels." "Oh, come now!" chided Colin: "I've known your mother longer than you have and she isn't that daft. All 'that's wrong with your mother is a poor sense of propor- tion. I1's a feminine failing. Caus- es a lot of misery and unhappi,nec.s. Starts wars, ton. When your time comes to pick a wife, Neis, be sure to pick one with a nice sense of proportion. it certainly is an asset.''• Nets' look of disgust was deva- stating. He did not even deign to answer. III In the meantime, the woman with a poor sense of proportion was grimly biding her time. Sig- mund knew nothing of her appeal to Hector Smith to help her find the runaways. Smith's delivery of Colin's combined threat and mes- sage had been made when Sigmund was away. It eased Janet's mind at the same time that it added fuel to her wrath. Bill Sayres had kept hie word, and she was completely in the dark as to the whereaboutsof the Pilgrims. (Continued Next Week) At dinner the hostess was beine bored by a very talkative -elderly scientist who sat, next to her. He had been expounding to her for some time on the subject of ants. "They are wonderful little crea- tures," he declared solemnly and soberly. "They have their own Police force and their own army•" In her best dry' tone of voice the hostess' interjected, "No navy, 1 suppose?" • One of two women riding on 5 bus suddenly realized she hadn't paid her fare. "I'll go right up and pay it," she declared. "Why bother?" her friend re- plied. "You got away with it—so what?" I've found that honesty always pays," the other said virtuousdY- and went up to pay the driver. "See, I told, you honesty pays!" she said when she returned. "1 handed the driver a quarter and he gave,me ohamge for 0 cents." • A d 5 4. 4 r • v •