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Port Perry Star, 13 Jun 1929, p. 6

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TEA 'Fresh from the gardens' ; CHAPTER XVII--(Cont'd.) { Barney gazed into the face of Lucas @ullen who stared at him with eyes widened, with jaw dropped; the dim, pink light upon his skin lost a tint as the blood went from Lucas Cullen's face; and Barney knew that he had recognized the voice. ¢ "Direct voice!" sone one gasped in awe; ; and others whispered it. "We're Nearing a direct voice!--That's her yoicel--I knew her!" ¥ Bennet Cullen had recognized it and @ropped down inte his seat, astound- od; his mother knew the voice; and Jaccard; most certainly of all, Lucas Cullen tinued in the tipued in the couviction that one dead was J ng. © "I am going to tell the account of Lucas Cullen and his family and of myself and my son," said the voice #learly and steadily, "It begins far back; yet is brief enough." + Bo far, even to Barney, the voice Peemed to proceed from no located source, He had believed his mother present among the veiled women at the left of the rows where the lights had gone out; but such was the qual- ity of her tone that it seemed not enunciated from one spot but perva- sive throughout the room. Every one was silent, "The beginning," continued the voice, "was when I was a child in the Most ge meatle rely on Aspirin make short work of their Sealine but did you know it's fjust as effective in the worse pains from neuralgia or neuritis? Rheu- matic pains, too, Don't suffer when trouble and to injure a rival; for Michigan forest. My father was the man whose spirit just now was here holding the Book of Mormon--whose cabin Lucas Cullen entered to quarrel with him and kick the Book of Mor- mon from the doorway. My father was- Richard Drane. He cleared a farm in the woods, married a Gentile girl from Big Rapids, and was living an honorable, useful life when he crossed the path of Lucas Cullen who recently had arrived to make his for- tane in thé forest." The source of the voice was discov- ered. It came from that darkened end of the-xoom where Barney had sup- posed his mother to be; and, as people craned about or stood to see the speaker, she arose and, having-east off her veil and the dark coat she had worn, she stood a little apart, dressed all in white. "Mrs, Cullen!--Agnes!--Mrs, Ol- iver Cullen!--She's here!--That's she!-~-Why did she--How shanged! How could it be--" It seemed to Barney that every one must recognize that she was before them in the body; yet so strong had been the spell of the illusion that a few still saw her as a phantom. Lucas Cullen did. When she spoke on, Barney recog- nized that. her deliberate, careful words were being recited from re- hearsals within herself repeated through years of waiting for such a monient. "My father," she said, "had aban- doned farming to take out lumber, cutting from land he had homesteaded and from surrounding sections which he bought. You could buy timber land cheap in those days; but there were men who thought it foolish to pay the government anything at all for the great trees on the state lands. They bought one section and set up a mill and cut over the square miles all around. , Lucas Cullen was one of these men. My father bought from the government five hundred acres of standing timber which he found that Lucas Cullen was cutting. = This caused trouble for Cullen when my father asked for a refund on his pur- chase money. "But the Mormon Drane--whatever lies Cullen told against him--had one wife only. She was my mother. Cullen spread about lies. One of the lies, which proved in the end the most dan- gerous, was that the Mormon had lust for the wife of another lumberman, Henry Laylor." As she spoke, Agnes Cullen came forward and showed herself more plainly in the light. No one--not even Lucas Cullen, in his guilt-clouded con- selousness--Dbelieved her a phantom now. 3 "Lucas Cullen told the lie about Richard Drane and Laylor's wife only | seq to harm the man who had mode him Henry Laylor had built a mill only a few miles from Cullen's near a little place called Galilee. have just es, he was killed. and stopped the lynching--and per- but Lucas Cullen neither stirred nor came to Chicago to watch Lucas Cul- "Neither would let the other drive him away; so they fought till Henry is Jayla. 98. burned.out; and, as you y Behe and eh oe ured Richard Drahe into the cell there he .died--my father--for a had done, She stopped and waited for answer; replied. ty father did not die for many oy mother worked constantly to get my father free. She died when I was a young gin, and I took up the useless attempts, I changed my name and len; he left Chicago and built his house at St. Florentin; and I went fo live near there. "That was the summer before his daughter married, when he had her friend, the Marquis de Chenal, as his guest at St. Florentin. So De Chenal happened to meet me one lay; he left Lucas Cullen's house several times after that to find me. He attracted me, too. I thought he loved me." Her voice for a moment failed. 5 "I told De Chenal why I was as I was, how my father was in prison, falsely accused by Lucas Cullen, De Chenal swore to help me; he was hot in my cause," she continued, "He swore 'to justify my father and pun- ish Lucas Cullen. First, he would marry me. I loved and believed him; perhaps he believed himself in those days; I was very young and he was young and--we went to a priest--" Barney began to make his way to- ward her. Now she was stripping her soul before these gaping people, not to punish Lucas Cullen, but to acknowledge him, her son. "Lucas Cullen learned of it, bat gave out that his guest had gone on a hunting trip," she'pressed on. "He followed and finally found us. His money, of course, was an influence; I had nothing; De Chenal owed two million frances, Lucas Cullen made his escape easy. I was under age; legal necessities had been ignored. He married De Chenal to his daughter, gave him money and packed him off. It was easier than before to make me an outcast. The next spring, my son was born." "Mother!" Barney cried, forbidding her, as he stepped toward her under the light. From the other side of the room, where she had been, women called hér name. "But she did not hear them. "This is my son!" she cried, her hands clasping Barney's, "My son lost to me that summer of his birth because I was made an outcast but now--now restored to me!" So her son caught her in his arms, as her strength collapsed with the aid of some woman, unknown to him but who lovingly called her "Agnes" and kissed her cheek, be bore hig mother through the door at the back of the room and away from the hub: bub behind them to where they could be quiet ahd alone. CHAPTER XVIIL A week later Ethel was in Chicago] rejoining: Barney and Cousin Agnes and learning that Lucas Cullen, Sen- ior, had mysteriously disappeared. He had ao been seen after leaving the * Ethel and Barney married six weeks later at the old hotise at St. Florentin, Bennet and Julia and their mother Barney and Ethel went west. Agnes returned. to Chicago soon after the] len remained at St, Florentin alone with the Indians until July when, after weeks drought, the forest fires, which ater swept through ings and second growth of the ii insula and 'burned the old house to the ground.' So Sarah gt bo o drought prevailed that. Here and there fy addenty burst on two sides of little villages; all but cutting off escape; and in one of these places--so. ov related--a huge old the settlers, but fighting Fores thi "Is it not so, Lucas Cullen? Stand} up and deny it, if not so!" ' Sarah retreated, per Sates, to the home of Nef older son" She esters forests ite 3 ne which Lucas Cullen and his man vhi years," Barney heard his mother say.| ° beyond doubt, Lucas Callen. father at the office. he'd like to go. couldn't be better than that." together. formation that the old man had been, Bennet brought the message to his "He went with his boots on," said Luke, winking wet eyes. "Thats how And--well, boy, it Ethel and Barney received the news "I knew grandfather wouldn't go LUXO FOR THE HAIR Ask Your Barher--He Knows Minard's Liniment for sick animals, canie up for the service, after which} | Qullens went back; 'and old Sarah Cul-} -* i iW. wisdom for Parliament to take it upan itself to reject these plans. - Parlia- ment, we think, may properly urge and, as far as possible, provide that the $50,000,000 which it appropriates is spent with due,regard for econpmy; but it would be a great pity if any less worthy or sensible motive in: duced {it to defeat tihs scheme. ESI NE For sunburn, apply Minard's Liniment ; Ics a es F So long as we are full of self we are us think often of our own sins, and we shall be lenient to be able to elimb higher to-morrow.--F.W. ee YS A nian has invented a quicker meth- od for emptying theatres. But what ithe managers want is a new method of filling them, ie ff ramped The public wants no more immigra- tion, --~U 8. Representative Johnson. 17> RR it would not.seem fo be the part of roposed tart tique furniture is wt for the purpose of protecting our manufacturers of Aotliaon. =="Nashvillg Southern Lnmberman." fens Portes Gil has opened his to make Mexico dry by educating the people, Evidently, he has never been to a sollege fraternity dance. --"Kay shocked at the faults of others. Let [Fea onto Ley for Yio and Aled Sducsony "and Seals TS av the clings 8 rocel on 8 Sele coenien ATER CEWEERS an- | most, but not quite, as Be : Léwis does. His automobile come pany 1s bought out by a huge syndl- cate, and his pretty. wife, forty-one: ears old to his fitt-two, persuades him. [to go abroad for six months, so that they may live the larger life. Their 'work is donep she points out, their: children married. ~ They are rich. Now they can devote themselves to: werely liviig. \And then the struggle between man: and woman develops. The struggle: of two people who lives have been held parallel only through circum- stance, and each of whom now seeks: to go his own way without relinquish. fg 0 the partner who has become &. Banie. unfolding story is absorbingly interesting, and its conclusion satisty- ing. One admires and loves the staunch, slightly bewildered bat al- ways manly Mr. Dodsworth. If any- =| thing; he is a lttle too fine. His sel fi h wife is admirably characterized. And throughout, there is a strong feeling of two people up against life And 80 Mr. Lewis-begins to mellow; and the basic idealism" of his nature that hitherto showed up only perv 1y in bitter criticism, holds up its hi unashamedly, If he isn't caveful, he'll become a prophet like Mr. Wells, {and theh what will become of him? "Double Live ", by Sinclair Murray, published by MacMillans, price $2.00. A marriage is nearly wrecked, two: lives neasly ruined, by loving decep: tion, . Thousands of people will read: and enjoy this simple moving tale of loving hearts and hard luck, of heroic Yavotion and ugly. Sushislan, tout-hearts ys wife 'who supports nim till he fights 'his way back to health, and an altruis. tic admirer who helps the lady and still, in his own Words, "behaves hime solf" weave the story. The lady aflly to tell her jealous husband about the honorable admirer, and there are times wher the husband : fears the worst. He has his own secret too, and contributes his share to rocking the boat that tips perilously but somehow doesn't spIIL "Wing Po", by Hin Me Geong (John Armitage), published by the MacMil- lans In iy Preie 32.00. Chinese current history, woven into a romance, and written from the view- point of the Chinese Nationalists, by a newspaper - man who was corres. pondent in China, Korea and Japan during the period covered. . The. style 1 Tigotous, and the work Armi- tage 1 appears ey have a thorough grasp of his subject, and to those who are interested In the puzzling and stormy development of modern China, the book can. be of considerable "value. a To the Soldier Sleep! 'Soldier, Sleep! The dawn of morn has broken, No more the trumpet calls you from Tam thy grave hia Beasttelt norte. Twas os who who held our country's Wh mga ar ou btn | Ang wo sone ae et fo el (ne ny, The story of a sacrificed Hite ; ot I Tr

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