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6 THE COLBORNE EXPRESS. COLBORNE, ONT., THURSDAY, JUNE 7, 1928. No one dreamed 50 years ago that such a fragrant beverage as "SALADA" Orange Pekoe could be produced--pure as science can make It--fresh, superb in flavour--43c per half-pound--and all black tea. A treat indeed for tea lovers. BEGIN HERE TO-DAY. When the last note died away she Finding the lifeless bodies of his j wa*<>n'y a steP f™m **%r It was not two partners at their gold-mining j until that moment that Harry Gloster camp. Harry Gloster flees southward,! seemed to realize that she was desert-knowing that he will be accused 'f the ing him. crime. On the way Gloster saves the j she heard his voice crying out after life of a stronger, Lee Haines, from her> and then &he wag lost m a bUnd the murderous hands of a scoundrel i(, which ma(Je her rugh for peter ^n^^'w^^^ *er ^/T ' Buck Daniels, presumably her father, | back The sound of his feet 01 in an out-of-the-way ranch house. She rocks and sand and the panting breath complains to him that she never is ; he drew drowned any calling from be-cllowed to go where other girls go. i hind. One night she slips from her bed and ( a moment later she was out of 11 shot and, looking back, she s CHAPTER VII. ■ that i schoolhouse several i di-jant where a dance is in Pro^.e«-1 she was unpurmTed. Riding home, singing, she is surprised r _ to hear a man's voice call to her in | the thickets. The man is Harry Glos-1 ter. She hides in the shadows and! out ok sight. ] There was an excellent jthat. Harry Gloster had heard her horse break out of the shrubbery and, running to the place, he was in time to ; was ! see the bay gelding, glistening in the seeing a man for the first time. And 'moonshine, darting away at full what a man he was! How he had . Even with an equal start he knew that steod forth in the schoolhouse dance j he could not keep in touch with that tjp the steps he went, and into the hall among the crowd! t fugitive. And through a strange j hurly-burly of a dance which was just 'I'll keep my promise," he was say- J country by night it was impossible to, beginning. He was too h t to hold me to it. trace her. partner. As usual, there were threei excited that for a men for every two girls at this west-nothing to do with | ern dance. Every girl was swept up ran a short distance CHAPTER VI.-Jt seemed to her r it's sort of hard to talk to a tree Plane Service Cuts Two Days Pilot J. H. St. Martin accepts the first shipments of parcels by the new Canadian Pacific air express service. Bi-weekly in each direction between Toronto, Ottawa, Montreal and Rimouski, where the steamers are met, the new service cuts two days off the regular schedule. Domestic traffic between cities mentioned is also accommodated to time-saving advantage. he had spent fifteen minutes in hall he got up and left. He wa: his way to his horse when he heard|" "Que viva la rumba, Que viva, que viva placer--" ring sweet and true from the thicket. And now he was coming back toward his horse with the solemn realization that there would be no shelter for him below the Rio Grande. For, sooner or later, he must come back to find the trail of this nameless girl, and, when 1 placing his he of the law. He paused a horse. The 1 meaning now. His blood was Up the s :ain on his wty to the usic had a different His pulse was quick. "I don't f<fe why," Joan murmuret "You can hear me--I can hear you." "It ain't the v/ords that I mean," he insisted. "They're the least part of a talk." "What is it made up of, then?" "The way you turn your head, the way you lift your eyes, the way you smile or cu frown, and the color of our hair, is a pile more important than a hundred words, the best words Yet he i s actions. that iuth." out of any 'Are you afraid to tell me your name" he asked. Still she did not speak, and she saw him drop his head a little and close "Listen to me," he said, almost sternly, "if you've run away from your husband and gone gadding tonight-- no matter what it is that makes you want to keep it secret, I'll keep that secret on my honor. But let me know enough so that I can find you again!" She saw the picture in vivid colors --this big fellow coming home to call on bar, and Buck Daniels meeting him at the dr,or: terrible Buck Daniels, in whose hands the metal and wood of a revolver became a living thing which could rot fail to kill. "I can't tell you," she said. 'But. if you don't, I'll never be able to find you. Yet I shall find you, if I by which bi have to spend 10 years hunting. But, been better --with only your voice to go on! Will he watched the horse fade into the moon-haze and knew that he had lost her indeed. The sound of her voice and "Que viva la rumiba" was all that he had i half a i after a dance began, a blind panic sent her flying away. "Q rail her. It would have have had nothing at all. But he found that impulse was •u change your mind?" |breaking through reason again. He "1 cannot," she cried, half sobbing.' had heard only her voice, but it was "I'd give ten years of my life for'a voice to dream of--low, sweet-toned, le look at you; but if I can't have"gentle--and all the freshness of girl-at. will you sing the song again for hood was in it. She must be beautiful, e?" cried the big man. j he told himself, with such a voice as Twice she tried the opening note, that, id twice her voice shook away to j He was beginning to feel that an ithir^ness and failed her. But then' ugly fate had hold of him in this e sound arose very soft and yet clear country. Tiding: | Haines had told him that Joe Mac- arthur was the name of the , pla< had knocked out, and Joe Macarthu n las ninas, chulitas, bonitas, iwould thunder south along the trail s que saben querer!" 'jwhich a dozen people could point out to him. Let him go! Harry Gloster : -j would start later and by a different -- ' route. For he had no desire to meet | a man who was a professional in He himself could occasionally a target--if it were large enough and he had time enough to aim with c but this magic of swift drawing and murderous straight shooting combined was quite beyond him. Fighting for its own sake he loved with a passionate devotion. But to face a gunman would be suicide. So he lingered in the town until after dark, and then he started forth leisurely on a trail that south and west. So it was that he came to the lighted schoolhouse. Twice he rode by it, and twice he turned and came back to listen to the gusts- of young voices and to the bursts of the music. All common sense told hit be off and away. But it was a year since he had danced, and Harry Gloster was young. So he went inside the tchoo!, but once inside he regretted his step more than ever. Something bad died in him, so it seamed, during that last year. The music was flat; not a smile which his great size and his lmndsoma face won for him penetrated his armor of indifference, and1, after \lways have the magic WRIGLEY package in your pocket. Soothes nerves, allays g thirst, aids digestion. w still there were men along the walls and smoking on the steps. Harry Gloster went to the orchestra. Into the hand of the violinist Harry Gloster slipped a five dollar bill. "Switch back to 'Que viva la ba' when you get a chance," he and walked hurriedlf away, for if he had stayed the old musician. _wc doubtless have had pride enough refuse the money. It was a tag dance which he was watching, a queer institution installed particularly for merrymaking in which there was a shortage of girls. Once the dance was under way the men from the sides worked onto the floor and touched the arms of those who were dancing the girls of their choice. And so there was, perforce, a change of partners and many a girl found herself whirling away in the arms of a man she had never known before. Harry Gloster, from the side, watched the jumble of interweaving forms--saw the vain effort of dancing couples to elude the approach of the taggers--heard the uproar of laughtei which almost drowned the strain of the waltz. There was a brief pause in the music, then the orchestra struck into the pleasant rhythm of "Qi la rumba," and the dance, which had hardly paused, started again wildly than ever. Gloster, searching the faces, felt that they had been transformed. That old touch of magic which he had felt in his boyhood, now had returned. One dance, then away for the border! How should he choose? They all appeared delightful enough to him now. onder one with red hair was tagged so often that she was repeatedly whirling from the arms of one man to another, and yet her laughter never stopped? Should he touch her arm? And there was another, slender, joyous--who 'changed partners often enough, but never lost her step. And here was a third with great, brown eyes and brown hair coiled low on her neck and dressed in a clinging mist of a gown like a sunset-tinted bit of cloud-- Instantly Harry Gloster was through the press, moving with wonderful lightness for so large a man. He touched the arm of the man who danced with that pink-clad vision, and received! a star^ of surprise from under level black brows. "Next time around, Nell." said he, stepping slowly back and still keeping his glance fixed upon Gloster. "All right, John," .she answered, and then was away in the Gloster. "Nobody was tagging you,' (To be continued.) 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Under the latest law, according to a report made to the Department .of Commerce, double facilities for mak-1 ing a noise are required in that republic, a hand horn for the city and i an electric horn for the country. Actual practice shows that tliej drivers usually do not stop with two horns, but have three, one hand operated and the other two electrical. | The button for one of the electric j Alternated Roles of Bandit and Monk Leader of Habuc Gang in Rumania Blessed by Day and Dreaded After Nightfall According to the newspapers of Jassy, the war capital of Rumania, the trial of Michai Habuc for the alleged murder and robbery of a pezi merchant means more than the end of the famous Habuc gang of highwaymen, which for years had ravaged the countryside from the forests of the Sereth to the swamps of the Danube. It means the loss of their faith in human nature to the good people of Neamtu, a little town on the banks of the Sereth, whose trails have been made lighter by a monk in a neighboring monastery named Michai Stefan Epure. The children who ran after the Brother Epure in the streets of Neamtu begging him to visit a sick parent or bestow on them a few copper coins and felt exalted when he placed his gnarled hands upon their heads and blessed them, could not have imagined, so the story runs, that these same hands were capable of using a revolver with deadly effect. Yet such is the case, for the pious, charitable monk of Neamtu has turned out to be none other than the dreaded brigand Habuc, on whose head a price of 5,000 lei had been placed by the authorities. It had been noticed that both monk and robber had peculiarly soft and gentle voices, and the survivors of encounters with the brigand had told the police, when relating their experiences and had been asked to rescribe the always masked leader of the brigands: "Why, he has a voice as sweet and soft as that of Brother Epure." VOICE BETRAYED HIM. It was the monk's soft voice which led to his undoing. At Lespezi there were several witnesses to his crime, and although he and his companions all wore masks, the leader talked a great deal and some of those who heard him were certain that they recognized the voice cf the monk. The police, doubtful of the value of such testimony, however, decided to go to the monastery of Neamtu and make an investigation. There they were informed that Brother Epure had departed early in the evening on his usual nocturnal ride through the forest. So they waited. When the monk returned toward daylight mounted on a large black horse they asked him to give an account of himself. That account not being satisfactory they charged him with being the robber Habuc. The monk was successfully laughing off the accusation, when it was noticed that under his brown cassock he wore the costume of .a mountaineer. They made him dismount and searched him. What they found--a mask, two revolvers, and seme of the money taken from Lespezi--caused them t arrest him and take him in chains to Jassy. There the examining magistrate with the aid of scores of witnesses soon brought out the truth-- the Jekyll and Hyde life of Michai Stefan Epure, by day the most beloved man in the district, by night the feared and hated bandit Habuc. The case prepared by the Crown Prosector covers fifteen years--on the one hand, fifteen years filled with pious works; on the other, fifteen years filled with murder, arson and ibbery. Character witnes.->es there were for the monk Epure, but they had no chance when confronted by others who had lost parents, homes and savings through the terrible Habuc and his band. At the monostery two other monks were arrested; for ten years they had been his faithful servants by day and his loyal lieutenants by night. The influence thai, the man had, for both good and evil, with' those with whom he came in contact amazed the prosecutor. So far there have been proved certain discrepancies in the "dossier" of the robber-monk, as for example the attempt of the Crown to prove the impossible--that a man can be in two different places at the same time, possibly in three. For in one case the monk had overwhelming testimony to prove that he was sleeping soundly in his cell in the monastery of Neamtu, when qualified witnesses, including the gendarmes, proved that the band of Hf'juc, with its masked leader astride his big horse, was attacking houses separated by two days' travel. Aside from this paradox, which the trial is expected to straighten out, the contents of the "dossier" present much precise information--all like the narrative of two careers which at "your baking.use V-AG/C BAKING POWDER Mode in Canada - No Alum! their order. All remarked about his fondness for nocturnal rides through the forest and his late returns, but nothing else he had done had in the least excited their curiosity, least of all their suspicions. When, ten years ago he had been promoted to take charge of the refectory and had brought a couple of vagabonds to assist him, they only had words of praise for his seeming success at converting them. Fare Collectors Count On People's Honesty It does not happen once in a blue moon that a bus collector will ask a passenger for a second fare, and since folks are getting on and off at every stopping place, and dress much alike, his ability to remember who has paid is almost uncanny. Sometimes he Is on top the bus when passengers climb on, and must get a mental picture of them from what he sees of their hats. Sometimes, indeed often, passengers change seats, so that mentally checking off those in this seat or those in that is of no aid to him. said he did not try to remember pear." he said, the last to get o; for their dimes. "The folks who were ich automatically the honesty of the passengers and not the conductor's smartness that makes fare collecting But passengers insist on crediting the conductor w narily astute. Minard's LInlment'for falling hal traordi- Why Have a Navy? Le Devoir (Ind.): Against what enemies must we protect ourselves? The Americans? No navy would enable us to defend ourselves against them, if they took it into their heads to annex us. The Japanese? There are thousands of miles between us and--what is more--the barrier of tho American fleet, for Washington would not tolerate the establishment of the Japanese in North America. The Chinese? They have no navy. The Germans? Neither have they. The French? England would be under the obligation of defending us against them, if they contemplated a descent upon our coast, which is in the highest degree unlikely. Then against whom are we going to build our navy? Against no one; but for the sake ot someone--for England. Our Imperialists had better cool down; their proposals lack common sense. And we have better things to do with our money than cast it on the waters. Henry Ford seems to have a passion for all old-fashioned things except the horse and buggy. J- . nd ] 5 is « ; the mng v beel. while She: Do you think it's unluck: get married on a Friday? He: course! Why should Friday be Suitor: "Tommy, call here ln the eve slater ?" Tommy: see her, because tli the room when he's A reliable antiseptic--Mlnar DESERTED FROM ARMY Epure, alias Habuc, is a man of c siderab'.e education, ail accounts s He is a graduate of the Buchar Commercial College. During his mili-1 tary service before the World War he came into conflict with the authorities and deserted. He made common cause | with the bandit Josuh Ungurean within a short time both mer their bands, who plundered and b' MOST people know this absolute antidote for pain, but are you careful to say Bayer when you buy it? And do you always give a glance to see Bayer on the box--and the word .genuine printed in red? It isn't the genuine Aspirin without it I A drugstore always has Bayer, with the proven directions tucked in every box: ough Mo! Bid goodbye to every d; get the crowded streets and city din; see the things you've longed to see; visit the places you've read about; hit the open road that beckons to fun and adventure, for a week, a month or a year. WALTER ANDREWS LIMITED, 348 Vonge St., Toronto, Ont. escaped the same fate, the latter mads his way to the monastery and described himself as a poor student who, disappointed in life, wished to seek seclusion and meditate on his past. The brothers took him in and, observing that he was industrious and affable, kindly and winning, gave him various tasks to perform; they being successfully done, he was soon receiv- the"Tal>fewm%^^ ISSUE No. 22--